Title- Intruder

Author- OroKabuLover

Rating- T

Author's Note- Onto Chapter 9!

I sighed as I closed the door to my hotel room, locking the dead bolt before doing the chain lock. I tossed y bag onto the bed and checked the sliders, giving the door a tug to be sure it was locked.

It was only early afternoon, but I felt safer sleeping during the daytime. The television clicked on as I pushed the power button on the remote.

I knew the background noise would calm me down, until I realized that if He got in, I wouldn't hear Him. But then again, would I want to? No, the murmurs of the t.v. were more comforting, as opposed to having a panic attack every time I heard something.

It was dark out when I woke up, the television now running Prime Time shows. My back popped as I sat up in the bed, stretching a bit.

I shuddered as a crisp breeze blew into the room, my heart skipped a beat as I looked over at the sliders, which were now wide open, the semi-transparent curtains were closed and swaying in the breeze. I jumped off of the bed as dark shoe-prints were embedded into the light tan carpet, leading from the curtains, over to my bed, and back to the sliders once again. A note blew off of the small table by the sliders onto the ground.

Go ahead,

Try to run,

To me,

It just makes this more fun.

A large circle with an 'X' through it was scribbled onto the back. I stuffed it into the bag, deciding to go to the mall, I needed new clothes, and the thought of being around other people made me smile slightly. I grabbed the bag and went over to the door, finding another note.

Let's see,

If you put up a fight,

I will return,

At Midnight.

I groaned and stuffed the note with the other one. The clock in the lobby said 9:13, leaving me a little less than 3 hours.

My heart sank as I arrived at the mall, finding it almost deserted, but then again, it was late.

I bought a pair of jeans, a long sleeved black shirt, and a dark blue zippered hoodie. I changed clothes in the restrooms, throwing my old clothes in the trash.

Once I noticed it was 10:30, the panic began to set in, my hands shaking. I figured, that if I stayed in the mall, on security cameras, I would be safe, but once I noticed that the mall would be closing soon, I sprinted to my car, driving downtown.

"There has to be somewhere that's busy," I said, my hands shaking on the steering wheel. A smile spread across my face as I saw bars.

I parked my car and sighed.

10:53.

I stuffed the night-vision goggles into my sweater pocket and grabbed the gun, putting a clip into it, hearing it click into place, the infrared sight clicked onto the top as well.

It was now that I realized the infrared had a flashlight built into it. I attached the holster to my upper thigh, then noticed it would be visible to patrons. I adjusted the strap and out it around my upper waist, on top of my shirt and underneath my sweater.

I put the gun into the holster and strapped it in, stuffing clips into my sweater pocket, putting as many in my pants pockets that would fit. I sighed again, trying to calm down, trying to slow my breathing and pulse a bit.

I climbed out of the car and walked into a random bar, the scent of alcohol and sweat hit me before I even opened the door. Music blared loudly, causing a dull thump in my chest.

People shot me a few looks, probably because I was in jeans and a hoodie, while as the other girls had on short dresses and shirts with their breasts hanging out.

I pushed my way through the crowd, people dancing around. I rolled my eyes and girls and boys were grinding against one another, making out wildly as people cheered.

I sat down at one of the barstools.

"You look nervous 'bout something, how 'bout a drink to calm your nerves?" The bartender asked, he didn't look very much older than me. I nodded.

"Anything to calm me down, but I need to drive home later," I lied, not wanting my senses dulled by alcohol.

"How 'bout some wine then? Calms you down, not very strong," he offered.

"Sounds perfect," I said as he grabbed a glass and filled it with red wine, but with the lack of lights, it appeared dark purple or black.

11:17.

I drank the wine quickly, getting a refill and drinking that one as well/

My hands had stopped shaking by now, but I was still nervous.

11:29.

By now, I was looking up at the clock every few moments, getting frustrated when it would read the same number.

Why was I getting frustrated over the time?

Shouldn't I be relieved?

I wasn't sure.

I watched people dance for a few minutes, eventually getting disgusted by the sights.

11:43.

The bar doesn't close until 1, so I could always hide out. I listened to the music, not really able to make out the lyrics.

11:52.

My hands started shaking again.

I was breathing heavily.

My palms were getting sweaty, eventually drying once I took a napkin to them.

11:54.

My eyes darted around.

Was He here already?

Was He watching me right now?

He wouldn't show up.

Would He?

With all these people around?

Surely, He wouldn't.

Right?