A/N: Hey guys! Again, just wanted to remind you that this is rated M for violence and sexual content. Thanks for reading!
- Chapter Fourteen -
Pacey's mouth went completely dry as the world around him seemed to disappear. He could hardly feel the hand attempting to stroke him as he felt the sharp knife pierce his chest, ever so slightly, through his thick, brown jacket.
Charles, the mass murderer who was very skilled with the large knife in his hand, stood before Pacey threateningly, with a look of pure longing as he watched Phoebe work on Pacey from behind.
For Pacey, it was like being in the sick world you always knew existed, but tried hard not to think about. And to be honest, he wasn't turned on in the least; he was scared. More scared than he had ever been in all the fifteen years of his life. Not even Halloween night could compare to this degree of fear, for at least there was hope that night. At least they could keep running and hiding. But now, there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. And there was a very sick girl with her hand down his pants, trying to do things that made Pacey nauseous.
"Pacey," Phoebe moaned breathily into his ear before she started to place open mouth kisses along his neck and behind his ear.
He could tell by her kisses that she was not foreign to the art of sex, but she was definitely inexperienced when it came to love and intimacy; the kind of love that makes sex truly beautiful and pure and passionate. The kind of sex that he had only experienced once in his lifetime- and that was with Joey.
Phoebe growled provocatively in his ear as she slowly moved to face Pacey. She smiled satanically as she began to take off his jacket. She was getting pleasure out of her control over him. She knew she had him and she was going to take him.
Pacey's brain finally caught up with what was happening and he started to panic. He couldn't have sex with Phoebe. He would die before betraying Joey like that. He had to make a plan.
He searched the empty hallway for options and only found Drue cowering by the wall. He was holding his left eye, which was still swelled shut, and looking extremely shocked by the scene in front of him. It was in that moment Pacey knew Drue was just as scared as he was.
Phoebe reached behind her neck and slowly started to untie the knot holding her dress together. She smiled as she leaned in closer to Pacey, "I can love you better than that little girl ever could."
Pacey scowled as Phoebe continued to taunt him, her lips gently grazing his with her whispers, "I won't cry like she did when you touch me Pacey. I won't hold back the moans like she did."
"You're sick," Pacey replied in disgust. It was true, Joey cried their first time, but it wasn't for the reasons Phoebe was implying. She would never understand the kinds of emotion that took place that night. The comfort they found in each other and the passion. That kind of affection seemed beyond Phoebe's grasp and he was not about to explain it to her.
Phoebe finished untying her halter and smiled as she waited for Pacey's reaction. Pacey didn't look down as she dropped her top in front of him. If anything, he looked to the side, trying to find an escape, and that's when it hit him.
"Phoebe," he said in a steady voice, starting to form a plan. "What are you doing?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and Charles stepped forward, waving the knife for Pacey to see.
Pacey swallowed briefly and tried to remain calm. He then looked back at Phoebe and gently took her hand, "I'm just asking why you want to do this out here, in front of Charley and Mister Sleaze in the corner. Shouldn't this event be more private?"
Drue looked up, offended, "Hey I would watch who you calling 'sleaze,' Witter. I'm not the one cheating on my girlfriend, here."
"Hey shut up, Valentine," Pacey snapped, hoping he would be quiet so he could work on this plan. He felt the bile rising in his throat as he said softly, "I want to do this right, Phoebe. If we are going to make love then it needs to be perfect. I don't want an audience."
Phoebe studied his sincerity with a slightly bemused expression. Clearly, she wasn't expecting his willingness to participate.
Pacey realized that he had to prove he was serious – for even just a moment of hesitancy and he would be a dead man, never to see the beautiful face of his girlfriend again.
"I want to love you like this," he whispered huskily, quickly putting his hands behind her back and bringing her bare chest close to his. He wouldn't allow himself to think as he pressed his lips to hers and began to control the situation he was in. He opened his mouth, only to let her invading tongue in, so he could prove he was sincere. Phoebe let out a strangled moan that let Pacey know she believed him; that she was now putty in his hands.
He slowly eased his head away from hers and looked at her. She still had her eyes closed and appeared dazed by the kiss. She bit her bottom lip and said, "Is that all you got, my love?"
Pacey had to resist the urge to wipe his mouth as he smiled, "Oh no… I'm just getting started, but as I said, I don't like an audience."
Phoebe opened her eyes and replied, "Just ignore them. Pretend like we're in that shed, just like you and that hideous girl. You had no trouble there, when I was watching."
She leaned up to give Pacey another kiss, but Pacey stopped her, "Ah ah ah… But you're forgetting. I didn't realize I had an audience back there."
He could tell Phoebe was starting to get annoyed and quickly took her hand. He started placing kisses on her hand and trailing them up her arm. He stopped just before he reached her elbow and said, "I just want to do my best for you. I'll perform better when I know we won't have an audience."
Charles was starting to get impatient and moved closer to Pacey with the knife, "You'll do your best out here where I can see you."
Phoebe was clearly mesmerized by Pacey's spell and quickly turned on Charles. "You will back off. This isn't for your viewing pleasure… It's for mine!" she snapped, telling him to step back.
Charles complied and Phoebe turned back to Pacey, "Alright Pacey, let's go into Valentine's apartment. I'm familiar with the layout…"
Pacey felt an immense amount of relief wash over him as she took his hand – and his bait.
Phoebe smiled and said, "We'll be back in a bit, Charles. Watch the Valentine boy and make sure he stays quiet."
Charles nodded and turned to face Drue as Phoebe and Pacey entered the Valentine apartment.
"Oh and Charles," Phoebe called out, just before she shut the door behind him. "Don't worry about the screams… they should come often and very frequent… only be worried if they stop."
Again, Charles nodded and Phoebe disappeared behind the door, completely oblivious to Pacey's plan.
"Oh thank god you're here Sherriff!" Mrs. Valentine exclaimed with an exacerbated sigh. "You're son is just out of control. I felt it was best you take him out of here before he does something foolish."
John looked around the crime scene, before glancing back at the red-head, "I have to apologize for my son's behavior, Mrs. Valentine. I've tried everything with that boy, but he just doesn't respect authority."
The snooty woman smiled and said, "I hear boarding schools are wonderful for out of control teens. Thank god my son was blessed with class."
John merely nodded his head and looked up towards the stairs, "You say he's up in the apartment complex?"
Mrs. Valentine nodded and led him towards the stairs, "He just ran up there like a mad man! Crazy is what that boy is!"
John was just about to take the stairs when the mayor quickly intervened.
"Can I help you with something John?" he asked rather uneasy, looking up the steps, clearly hiding something.
John shook his head, "Nothing for you to worry about. Just my boy acting up again. I apologize for the way he took off with that Potter girl tonight. I honestly thought he would show more manners with your niece tonight."
The mayor smiled half-heartedly, "Yes… well, I guess it's as the saying goes, 'boys will be boys' eh?"
John smiled and started up the stairs again, "I suppose so."
"Wait, Sheriff!" the mayor called out, "Pacey's not up there."
John stopped and looked back down at Mrs. Valentine and then at the mayor suspiciously.
"Yes he is," Mrs. Valentine interrupted, "I saw him and you need to hurry."
John turned around to go back up the stairs and the mayor quickly followed, "I'll go with you."
"That's really not necessary," John said, looking at the mayor slightly bewildered.
"Well, I just want to make sure you find him okay," he replied with a shaky laugh, appearing nervous.
John raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay… if you insist."
"Oh god Pacey!" Phoebe moaned loudly as he massaged her back on Mrs. Valentine's bed. "That feels so good."
Pacey nearly gagged as the moans continued to tumble out of her mouth. She was growing more and more impatient and had tried three times already to turn over. He had thwarted her every advance, informing her that patience was a virtue, when really he was just searching the room for supplies.
"Oh god I want you right now!" she squealed, taking back control of the situation and rolling over so she was facing him. She reached for his zipper and quickly started to unzip.
Pacey grabbed her hands, trying to buy some more time, "But aren't we missing something? Like-like a condom?"
Phoebe smiled with a naughty gleam in her eyes, "I'm not afraid of getting pregnant, Pacey."
Pacey grimaced in complete revulsion and couldn't hide his true feelings at that last statement. He was seriously going to throw-up and needed to get away from this girl.
Phoebe immediately saw the disgust in Pacey's eyes and the tension in his arms and quickly became angry, "What? You don't want me to carry your child, Pacey?"
Pacey's eyes widened, "You are crazy! You know that!?!" He quickly got off the bed and searched the room in a panic. He had to find something to tie her up. He couldn't stand to look at her, much less touch her anymore.
All of a sudden, Phoebe pulled out a small pocket knife and aimed it at Pacey. "You get back on that bed. We're finishing this."
Pacey took a deep breath. He had no idea where the knife came from, but suddenly, something caught his eye. Something very useful.
Pacey held up his hands and replied softly, "I'm moving… See?" He slowly got back on the bed and just as Phoebe climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, Pacey grabbed her arms and pinned her to the bed.
"Oh, so you like it rough eh?" she said with a smile and a growl.
Pacey grabbed the pink, fluffy handcuffs from Mrs. Valentine's side table and prayed they weren't just for kink. He put them around her wrist and around the headboard, so she was stuck in place.
He then got up as Phoebe started screaming, "What the hell are you doing?!? Get back here!"
Pacey smiled, knowing that phase one of his plan was working and looked around the room.
"HELP! HELP!" Phoebe screamed, "Charles! Get in here!"
Pacey smiled, knowing that her screams were just what he needed to keep Charles away. He quickly grabbed his shirt and ran towards the front door. He needed to get out of there. He had Joey's attempted assasine locked in Mrs. Valentine's room, now all he needed to do was get past Charles and call for help.
He peeked through the hole in the wall and saw nothing. Charles and Drue were missing. Suddenly, Pacey got worried. Where would they be?
Curiosity got the best of him and he slowly opened the door. Just as he spotted Charles and Drue in the corner, his dad came into the hallway appearing completely unaware of the trap he was walking into.
He watched in horror as Charles spotted John first and quickly got up to meet him with his knife.
"DAD!" Pacey yelled, running out to stop Charles.
Charles was surprised by the loud voice and turned to see Pacey jump on him. Instinctually, Charles stabbed Pacey with the knife.
John stood there in shock as he watched the blood start pouring out of his youngest child's right arm.
He quickly kicked the knife out of the murder's hand and grabbed his son. "Pacey!"
He reached for his talky and shouted, "I need an ambulance and some back up at the Capeside Yacht Club Apartments, Stat!"
"Dad!" Pacey exclaimed in pain, reaching for the wound in his arm, "Charles Lansing is the killer. He's the one who poisoned Joey and Phoebe was his accomplice."
John looked up at the mayor who was shaking now and slowly backing out of the room, towards the stairs. Charles was quickly reaching for his knife.
"Stay down on the ground!" John shouted, releasing Pacey and grabbing Charles, so he could cuff him.
Pacey groaned in pain as he attempted to stand up. The searing pain in his right arm was unlike any pain he had ever experienced before. The wound was deep and he was trying not to panic.
As soon as John had Charles cuffed and in the corner, a flood of policemen came barging into the room.
John pointed to one of his officers and said, "Arrest the mayor and take him in for questioning!" He then pointed to another officer and said, "Take Charles Lansing with you. He tried to kill me and my son."
"Dad? Pacey?" Doug said in shock, finally entering the hallway and the crime scene. "What happened?"
John smiled as he looked down at his son, "Pacey saved my life, Doug. He's a hero."
Pacey opened his mouth in shock. He didn't know what to say. "Well, no- not really. I-I just-"
"-Pacey," John said, helping his son up off the floor, "You stopped that man from stabbing me. You saved my life and that makes you a hero. Don't mess up this moment with your incessant babbling."
Pacey couldn't believe his ears. His father said it twice. He had called him a hero.
"Now let's get you out of here," John said, helping Pacey walk down the stairs.
Pacey couldn't believe what had just happened. He wasn't sure what amazed him more, the fact that his father was actually showing genuine concern for him, or the fact that he was stabbed by a mass murderer. That thought reminded him of Phoebe.
"Oh wait!" Pacey exclaimed, stopping abruptly, "Phoebe's cuffed to Mrs. Valentine's bed."
John stopped and turned back to look at Doug, "Take Phoebe in for questioning, too. She's in the Valentine residence."
"The mayor's niece?" Doug asked perplexed. "That sweet girl that Pacey brought to the party tonight?"
"Don't ask questions!" John barked, "Just take her in!"
Doug looked surprised by his father's outburst but followed orders nonetheless.
John and Pacey continued their journey down the steps - John with one hand on his son's good shoulder helping him down. "So you had her in Valentine's bed, did you? I thought you had a girlfriend?"
"Oh trust me," Pacey mocked, "I was not there on my own free will. And yes I do have a girlfriend."
John stopped when they reached the bottom of the stairs and it was then Pacey saw something different in the hateful man's eyes. It was light and full of concern. Love even.
"Pacey, I…" John stumbled over his words, trying to make them come out. "I just… I really…"
"What, Pop?" Pacey asked, watching him closely.
"Come here son," John finally blurted out, pulling his son into a hug, careful not to hurt his wound. "I'm proud of you boy," he exclaimed with thick emotion in his voice. "I love you son."
Pacey felt the tears form in his eyes as he felt the love that had been missing from his dad his whole life. He couldn't believe this was happening. His father was actually showing him affection and giving him a hug.
"I'm proud of you boy," kept reverberating in his mind.
"Thanks Dad," Pacey choked out, not ready to let go of his father yet. He held on to him tight and cried like a fifteen year old with the weight of the world on his shoulders, only to discover that he actually had some help with some of that weight. And that help was in the least likely place: with his father.