Jane let out a sigh as she slid her cell phone back into the front pocket of her jeans. Without much warning, she let her arms drop on the keys of the grand piano in front of her, the sound echoing through the large, empty studio.

The ceiling was a good ten feet high and arched, making each and every note she played vibrate beautifully throughout the room; even the haunting notes from sad, tragic pieces. This was why Jane loved playing the piano; it was the only instrument that ever sounded majestic to her ears.

With a sigh of frustration, Jane got up and began heading towards the exit. She was the only one there in the studio since her manager had left quickly when he had gotten a call from his wife.

Yes, he had a wife and yet he hit on Jane very second he was around her.

However, she didn't dwell on that as she walked down the stairs to the garage since her rental car was there. Her mind was on the fact that Angie was caught up at the Jeffersonian, meaning that Jane could join her there for cafeteria food, head home and cook, or go to the nearby sushi bar for some food.

Just then, her cell began vibrating in her front pocket, making her jump in surprise. Quickly, she pulled it out since it was unintentionally tickling her.

"Hello?" she answered without checking the caller ID.

There was no response, making her repeat 'Hello' at least five more times. "Who is this? Angie? Is it you? I think we have a bad connection, let me call you back," Jane said loudly as she pushed the door that lead into the somewhat empty lot.

She hung up and then quickly called Angela; her cousin picked up within the first couple rings. "Hey," said that sweet voice.

"Hey, you called?" Jane asked, getting right to the point. "Something up?"

The parking garage was silent except for the sound of her flats hitting the cement with each step she took towards the silver sedan. While holding the cell in one hand, Jane dug around her purse for the keys with her other hand.

"No, I didn't call," Angela replied slowly, making Jane feel a bit confused as to who had called.

Probably wrong number she figured since there was not other reasonable explanation.

"Oh, okay. Well, I think I'm going to get some food and head home. I'm tired and it's late; I don't think I can drive all the way down to the Jeffersonian right now," she sighed, forgetting all about the first call. After all, it didn't mean anything.

Finding her keys, Jane unlocked the car doors and got in.

"Yeah, you need to go home and rest up anyways. You have that big performance tomorrow night! See you at home, baby Jane, love you." And with that, her cousin hung up.

Jane smiled, putting her cell phone away and chucking her purse onto the passenger seat. She started up her car, headed out of the garage, and into the night.

It was around midnight when he watched her reach the apartment complex. His dark eyes followed her every move from the moment he had laid eyes on her back at the diner. The woman had been with some other man, but she hadn't seemed to interested in that guy.

There was still a chance that she could be his, yet. And if she couldn't or wouldn't then he would simply kill her. After all, if he couldn't have her…well, you know the rest.

"Shit," he heard her exclaim when she fell back on her butt. A small furry animal darted right across her path to the door, but she had gotten up rather quickly while mumbling more slurs.

Then, she disappeared behind the heavy metal door.

"Oh thank goodness, I'm home," Jane mumbled as she closed the door behind her and headed for the couch; her bed.

Without even changing her clothes, Jane dropped all there things on the floor and collapsed on the comfy, somewhat lumpy thing. Though, she sat up when she heard someone on the fire escape, clanging their way up or down; she couldn't tell.

She froze when she heard a window smash from somewhere in the apartment. Quickly, Jane got off the couch and ran into the kitchen to grab a knife, switching on the lights on her way there. Her heart was hammering in her chest as fear chilled her to her very core.

With trembling hands, she grabbed the biggest knife there was and ran back out.

Wait, what was she doing? She shouldn't be heading towards the sound but away, to the front door and run out of there! But this was her cousin's home and she had to protect it…

Deciding she would pay her cousin back for all damages and stolen items, Jane ran to the front door with the knife still in her hand. Her free hand was trembling as she unlocked the door and pulled it open; however, it was then that she felt a hand grab onto her hair.

Jane let out a long terrifying scream, but none of the neighbors came out running to check on her. Instead, she was dragged back into the apartment and her only escape was slammed shut.

Thank you to AvidReaderWolf and SaguaroCactus for the reviews! =) Greatly appreciated.

AvidReaderWolf: Haha, good luck to Vincent indeed! XD

SaguaroCactus: Not as cheerful? Hmmm, well, just wait~

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