(~Chapter 21: The Ghost of You~)
A/N: This chapter is gonna be slightly dirty. It implies things but doesn't do anything. Also, if you're not into sadism-like me-then you need to read this chapter anyway :3 read and review!
xXx (Frankie's POV)
I saw Andy and the others in the hospital the next day. Ashley was looking a hella lot better. He was eating now and he was able to walk. He was lucky, from his injuries, he should've died. But he didn't. Andy was released from the hospital-so were the others. But they wouldn't leave. I had finally got Andy to leave and come with me.
"So…you're pregnant?" He asked, pulling out of the parking lot.
"Yeah, it's gonna be a girl." I smiled.
"I'm sure you'll make a wonderful mother."
"Gratzi." I smiled, leaning back.
"You look…edgy."
"I know. My nerves are getting me…I need a smoke."
"But-"
"My baby. I know. I can't." I growled, "Hey, what's the date today?"
"Umm….September 30. Why?"
"Oh…can you take me to Modesto?"
"Why the hell would I drive three hundred and nine miles?"
"For Aiden." I whispered.
"Who the hell is-" I must've let a tear escape because he shut up, "Never mind. I'll take you."
xXx
I walked over to the grave and sunk to my knees. I ran my hand over the stone. I undid a necklace and lay it on the grave. I smiled sadly, feeling tears flow down my face. I placed my forehead on his name and let my tears sink into the ground.
"Hey A…it's me. Guess what? I'm getting married. I'm also gonna have a beautiful baby girl…" I began to get choked up. "I wish you were still here to protect me. You could've been the father. You could've been my husband…"
I felt a cold hand on my back and I looked over my shoulder. I saw a figure. At first, I thought it was someone here to pay their respects, until I saw the snake bites. I turned around completely and backed up against the stone, looking at the figure.
"A-Aiden!" I gasped.
"Hello Frankie. Seems you lied to me like the others!" He gestured angrily to my engagement ring.
"N-No I d-didn't….I had to move on Aiden, that was inevitable. I couldn't look back on the past anymore."
"Frankie…you're mine. You'll forever be mine-" Then blood began to pool on his shirt.
"Aiden-"
"Why Frankie? You've stabbed me with someone else's knife! You got away with my murder! Nobody else knows you committed my murder do they?" He glared at me.
"Aiden, I…we…"
"Spit it out!"
"You cheated on me! I saw you in bed with a girl from the theater! And when I heard you talking to her right before the prom, I had enough!" Then I bit my lip.
"Did you tell anyone? Like your fiancé?"
I was about to say yes but I couldn't. I looked down. He was right, I didn't tell Gee. As a matter of fact, I committed a mass murder. I had killed Aiden's parents…his siblings…and the girl he was with. I hadn't left a trace. At the time, I was an assassin. I killed for the fun of it. I loved to torture my victims, watching them squirm as I cut them to shreds.
"N-No…" I muttered.
"Do you miss the feel of me inside you?"
"Ye-No."
"Do you think of me when he sleeps with you?"
"No."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes…" I mumbled, salty tears falling onto the dirt and soaking into the Earth.
"Then take the knife you killed me with and kill yourself." He smirked.
I took the bloodied knife from his hands into my gloved ones. I stabbed it into the ground and stood up. I grabbed my necklace and saw his standing form in front of me. A girl appeared beside him-the girl he was in bed with.
"Who was she, Aiden?" A tear rolled down my cheek, "Who was she?"
"My cousin. She was just in the same bed as me because her parents took the other room." He whispered.
"I'm so sorry…." I cried.
I felt his soft lips against mine as we kissed passionately. My tears enhanced the kiss, causing a salty pang in our mouths. He began to dissipate, tears falling from his eyes. I caressed his face whilst I could. Then he disappeared, a tear drop necklace falling in the place where his form was just moments ago.
I sunk to my knees and cried, holding the necklace. Andy ran in, hugging me softly. He helped me back to his car, where in which I fell asleep in the seat. We got a hotel due to the distance of the drive and we stayed in separate beds. I began to sleep, remembering the past.
xXx * Flash back *
I looked at the boy, his arms handcuffed to the railing of the bed. I brought the knife close to his arm. I pushed in deeply and the crimson liquid fell onto the sheets. The sheets drank the blood greedily, as if meant to be there. I smirked as I cut the victim again.
He screamed bloody-murder when I cut his side. The liquid squirted onto my face and I involuntarily moaned. I grabbed the butcher knife that was lying next to my precious little darlings. I ran my finger along the edge, watching as my own blood pooled out of the fresh wound. I licked it off and brought the butcher knife down roughly.
"No stop! Please! Frankie!" The boy screamed.
I laughed sadistically, watching as the knife sunk into his soft skin. I grabbed the bottle of clear liquid and pulled the wound open, causing more blood to pool around the area. I poured the rubbing alcohol into his wound and heard his scream echo throughout the house. I moaned to cover it up. Smirking, I grabbed the hooked whip.
"N-No! Frankie! Please-"
"Aw, are you begging for your life, Stewart?" I smirked, sadistically.
"I'm Justin-"
"Who gives a shit? Cause all I care about is this!" I turned him onto his stomach.
I brought the whip down onto his porcelain skin, watching the silver hooks bury themselves deep into him. I jerked my hand back and watched the hooks engrave deep lacerations into his pristine back.
The sound of tearing skin filled my ears as he cried out in pain. I licked my blood covered lips and looked at my devices. I picked up the blow-torch and smirked.
"I'm sorry. I'll bandage your wounds now." I said in my sickeningly sweet tone.
"Oh I guess it's-AH!" His blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the house.
I took a deep breath. The smell of a burning corpse filled the area. It only made my sadistic mind get all the more aroused. I watched the wounds be seared closed. Then I poured ice cold water on the wounds. He didn't utter a sound, probably because it soothed the wounds.
I smirked and gripped the wounds with my latex gloved fingers. I shredded the scabs that were brought on by the flame. I ripped the wounds apart. He let out a ghoulish scream. I laughed manically and pursed my lips, looking over my torture instruments. What do I use next? I smirked at the object that would bring this all to an end.
I pulled his hand cuffs off the railing and threw him at the spiked wheel, causing him to come face to face with the item. I smirked at his horrified face. I tried to bring him over to the wheel but he resisted. I turned his back to face it and gripped his chin almost lovingly. I slammed my lips against his and kicked his stomach with my combat boots.
He stumbled back, the spikes going into his epidermis. It went through his stomach, his guts coming out with it. I tisked and pulled the lever, causing the spikes to move through him. It cut his organs as it cut a straight line up to his diaphragm. His green eyes widened, his mouth forming a silent plea for help. Blood was splattered against my clothes and face. My hair was clotted from the dried blood.
I pushed the lever all the way down and the spikes moved quickly through him, cutting through the soft tissue and muscle that was not yet cut. I pulled the lever up and the wheel stopped. I pulled him off the wheel and threw him to the ground, straddling his bloody abdomen. I brought my lips to his and kissed them hungrily, looking for more blood.
His body was limp and I laughed manically. I adored this job. I was a bit of a necrophiliac. I caught myself feeling the bloody intestines, licking the blood from them. I ripped his no longer beating heart out of his chest and smirked. I squeezed it tightly in my hands, feeling the rubbery substance collect between my fingers. I threw my head back, moaning at the feel.
Hey, this is the daily life of a vampire…or so I thought at the time.
The blood ran down my body, creating rivers of his life-liquid. I was practically swimming in the plasma, moaning in pure ecstasy. Soon, I was cloaked in the body-fluid. I ran hands down my body, groaning in pleasure at the feel of blood. I looked down at the mangled body with a smirk. Necrophilia. To me, at the time, was the most wonderful thing in the world. The screams were the next best thing.
The dead bodies are just ripe for the picking. My immortal body was slick with the crimson liquid. I trailed hands down the dead body, kissing down from his neck. Not too long after, I was sucking the blood from the body. I began to clean the blood off my arms. That was, of course, until I heard the sirens.
Smirking, I cut myself-making it look as though it was an accident. I made myself cry, a horrid look on my face. I had stabbed my shoulder and side, watching as our blood mixed. I stuffed a gag in my mouth and chucked the gloves out the window. I handcuffed myself to the railing, screaming with fake tears running down my cheeks.
The police barged in and saw me on the bed. I saw them look over my instruments, seeing what they were. I felt the handcuffs be undone and the gag taken out of my mouth. I put on a new pair of gloves, smiling. I stabbed the cop in the back with a knife before cutting his head off.
"Shit!" The cop fired at me.
Smiling, I easily dodged each bullet. I kicked him onto the wheel, watching as his entire body was impaled the poor man. I watched as the blood trickled down his face. I looked at the wound carefully, noticing that it was in a perfect straight line through the spinal cord. I smirked and pushed the lever down.
The halves of the cop slid to both sides as I lumbered out the door in my clothes, laughing frenziedly. I made it to my apartment, cleaning off my instruments. I hid them, not wanting the girls to see them. I took a shower and looked woefully at the blood that went down the drain. Laughing, I decided that I would do it repeatedly.
I became a serial killer in a matter of a few years. No one still had caught me. I killed CIA agents, cops, prostitutes, gang members, even regular people and then…I met Aiden. I had given all that up for him. It wasn't till I caught that blonde bimbo in bed with him. She had her bra on instead of a shirt and he had no shirt on. He didn't know I had seen. So, the day right before the prom, I went over to his house. After, of course, I had got the knife from a guy's house.
"Hey babe." Aiden pecked my lips, "My parents think you're just a friend so don't be too loud."
"Hey, can I raid the fridge?" I asked, smiling innocently at him.
"Of course. Bring me a Sam's Cola." He smiled.
I went downstairs and caught his parents watching a movie, their heads perfectly in line. I licked my lips and sneaked over to behind the couch. I pressed the knife to their necks. They gasped.
"Look, say one thing and I'll kill you where you stand." I hissed.
Frantically they nodded and turned their attention to the TV. I sat down between them and laughed at the movie. I sunk my fangs into Aiden's mom's jugular. I then cut the dad's neck. The both bled out and they slid down on the couch. I wiped my mouth on my sleeves and stood up.
"Enjoy your movie." I smirked, walking into the kitchen.
I grabbed the food and walked to the TV, turning it off. I went upstairs and walked into Aiden's room. I sat the food down on the desk. The boy was playing Silent Hill 2. I sighed and moved next to him on the bed.
"Hey, are my parents still down there?"
"No. They uh…checked out."
"What?" He gave me a look.
"Just quoting a movie, hon. No need to worry. They left to go someplace."
"Oh….wanna make out?"
"What? Aiden! I'm your girlfriend!"
"So?"
"You shouldn't ask that stuff." I smirked.
"Oh, I'm deeply sorry princess." He kissed me softly.
I smirked and stabbed him in the stomach repeatedly. He coughed up blood and fell limp in my arms. I stabbed him in the heart repeatedly, blood splattering. I smirked and sunk my fangs into his neck.
"My, my. Aiden, for a halfy you've got some good pure blood." I easily drained his body.
"AIDEN!" A blonde girl screamed.
"Ah, so you're still here?" I flitted over to the girl and pulled her up by her blonde hair.
"AH!"
"Silence is golden, love. You should've had learned that by now….they teach you that…ya know…when your born!"
"HE-"
I struck her, "Bitch, be quiet!"
She continued to scream so I stabbed the knife through her throat. She choked on her own blood and I let go of her hair. She dropped to the floor, falling into a puddle of her own plasma. I laughed and walked into Jamie's, his older sister's room.
"Hey Frankie." She said in her obnoxious voice.
"Hey Jamie-"
"Totally! That would be great!" Jamie's giggle echoed throughout the room.
Her and that phone.
"Could you maybe get off the phone?"
"Sure. Bye Scott, see you tomorrow." She giggled, hanging up. "So what's up?"
"I'm scared. Aiden hit me!"
"He did?"
"Pfft no!" I shoved the knife into her heart, "I hit him."
"Why Frankie?" She coughed up blood.
I crushed her phone under my foot, "No reason. Just that I hate this family."
"W-Why…" She went limp.
I over killed her, meaning I kept stabbing her till she was dead. His younger brothers, Dan, Tony, and Nate, were asleep in their beds. I killed them by slicing their throats open. Then I left, not leaving a trace.
xXx
"Kie….FRANKIE!" Andy shook me awake.
"What? WHAT?!" I slapped him violently across his face, "Oh hey Andy."
"Damn! You hit hard! It's Gerard." He handed me the phone.
"Hey Gee." I giggled.
"Hey Frankie. How've you been?"
"I'm fine. I miss you though."
"I miss you too. I heard you were having a pretty good dream. Andy said you were moaning and then laughing. What were you dreaming about?"
"Oh…uh…you. I was dreaming about you. I must've started talking in my sleep."
"I'll say. Wish I was there. I could've helped you-"
"HEY FWANKIE!" Frank's voice came over the phone.
"Hey Frank. How are you?"
"Good! Can we perform Freard onstage? Can we, can we, can we, can weee?"
"Sure. Now give Gee the phone."
"Oh, he went to the bathroom. I gotta go. Bye!" He hung up.
Sighing, I got up and fixed my attire before getting in the car. I had to tell Gee. I had to tell everyone. But I can't…I couldn't. The cops would arrest me. My friends would hate me. No one would talk to me ever again. Gee would leave me. Gee would leave me so I was a single mom. My daughter would probably be taken with him. Then I would pretty much want to die.
I sighed.
No, I won't tell them. It's my secret. Who knew I'd see Aiden's ghost and end up remembering my past?