Title: BAIT
Author: Charmkat
Pairing: R/J & L/L
Rating: R for violence.
Disclaimer: I own none of GG, just a huge fan.
Author's Note: I hope you like this twist. There are more to come. To find out just read. Please review, it's what gives me the initiative to keep writing. Without the reviews, there would be no stories.
"Are you ready?" Jess asked Rory, nervous that their plan wouldn't go off as planned.
"How do you know it will work?" Rory asked nervously.
"Because Dean is so predictable. Now just lie back and sleep," Jess said.
Rory lay back, and pretended to be asleep, when her breathing appeared to be relaxed enough, Jess backed off and sat down in a dark corner. His watch read, 11:35. Almost time for action.
Luke and Lorelai were upstairs in the diner, Luke looked at the clock, 11:45. "Let's go," he grabbed Lorelai's hand, and they left via the back stairs.
He parted the bushes, with his black gloved hand. The voice in his head, told him to find the bitch and kill her. Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, it urged him. He felt his anger rise, and let the rage wash over him, and possess him. He crept out and snuck into the bushes that lined the house. He made his way to the back of the house. Where his beloved awaited him.
Jess yawned, and peered at his watch, 12:46. He just had to go take a leak. He glanced over at Rory, she would fine for a couple minutes. Besides Luke and Lorelai would be watching the house. So they would know if Dean was around. He walked over to Rory and saw that she was asleep. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll be right back," he whispered. Silently, he made his way to the door and opened it, and then quietly shut it.
A shadow appeared at the window, its dark soulless eyes looked at the silent form on the bed. Soon, you'll be mine forever in death, my love. The shadow disappeared, as the object of its obsession moved in her innocent sleep.
Upstairs, Luke and Lorelai took turns keeping vigil at the window. Lorelai's head started to bob. "Luke, I'm gonna go downstairs and get some coffee, I'll be right back," she kissed him on the lips softly and made her way to the door and out of the room.
The back door slowly opened and closed. Lorelai walked into the kitchen and made her way to the coffee pot. She thought she heard something, then shrugged it off, Luke and Jess were watching the house. There was no way that Dean could be in the house. Then why were the hairs on the back of her neck, rising up in frigid fear.
Lorelai slowly turned around, there stood Dean. Tall, wearing all black, except for a white mask on his face (Think Michael Myers). "Dean, what are you doing here?" she stumbled over the words.
"I came to get my beloved and take her away," he said. He looked past Lorelai to Rory's bedroom.
"O-h-h-h-h okay, let me just get her," Lorelai started to back up slowly. "Not so fast, Lorelai," Dean held up a long blunt hunting knife, so sharp that it could through human skin like butter. "Shall I give you the brand of my family, so you can be one of mine."
"No, that's okay, let me get Rory for you," she said loudly, so to alert Jess. When she opened the door, she saw Rory's silent form asleep on the bed. She squints, but sees no sign of Jess.
Dean comes up behind her and knocks her out. "So pretty," he lifts a lock of her dark hair up to his nose and sniffs it. "Not as pretty as my Rory," he whispers, he hears footsteps coming. Quickly, he opens the kitchen closet door and stuffs Lorelai inside. He locks the door, and quickly makes his way into Rory's room. He opens her closet door, and shuts it just as Jess re-enters the room.
Rory lay frozen on the bed, she couldn't move to warn Jess, if she did, then Dean would come out of the closet. She was so scared, what had Dean done to her mom? She had to do something. She lay as rigid as a board, and listened quietly. She heard a light snore, she looked over at Jess's form and wondered if he was sleeping? She cast her eyes around her room and wondered frantically what she could use as a weapon.
Upstairs, Luke looked at his watch, 1:18. Lorelai had been gone for half an hour. He had to go downstairs and check on her. It didn't take her this long to get some coffee, he felt a hollow fear settle in his bones. Something had happened to her. He crept down the back stairs that led to the kitchen. He heard a soft moaning coming from the closet. He made his way over and quietly began to open the door.
Dean stood in the closet and wondered when he should make his presence known to his precious beloved. No time like the present, he decided. He put his hand on the doorknob and began to twist it, so it would open silently.
Rory heard the slight squeaking of the closet doorknob, she hastily glanced over at Jess and saw he was unmoving. She slowly got off the bed, and quickly stuffed her pillows under the covers and hid behind the closet door. She waited. It was now or never, time to show Dean that he couldn't run over her, like a doormat.
Dean threw the door open, smashing Rory in the face. Her nose felt broken, she felt the blood begin to pour. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Dean's hands were around her throat. He pushed her backwards onto her bed, and fell on top of her. He kept his hands at her throat and kept strangling her.
Rory felt the darkness invading, reality was slowly slipping away. She thrust her knee and connected with Dean's groin. He emitted a groan and fell off the bed. Rory lay there coughing. She looked over at the corner where Jess had been sitting. He was gone, her brow furrowed in confusion. Dean lunged back on the bed, his hands found their way around her neck and continued to strangle her.
Dean took out his hunting knife and brought it up in the air to stab Rory. She kicked him off, and his knife fell to the floor.
Rory screamed with all her might, she felt her anger rise. She looked at Dean lying there so quietly on the floor, she moved slowly to try and get over him. Just as she lifted her foot to step over him. He grabbed her foot, throwing her on the floor. He punched her in the stomach.
Rory doubled over from the pain. She couldn't breathe. She felt his arms grabbing her, she kicked out. But hit nothing. Dean backhanded her. Rory's nose took the brunt of the hit. She felt it crack. As Dean was gearing up to stab her. He was suddenly plucked off her.
Jess jumped on Dean, and punched him. From side to side, Dean's head rolled, until he fell unconscious. Jess kept hitting him. Until his fists were covered with Dean's blood, and his own. His knuckles were broken and cracked. He got off Dean and picked up Rory's phone and dialled 9-1-1.
Dean opened his eyes, he slowly grabbed his long hunting knife and crept up behind Jess and knocked him over the head. Jess fell forward. Dean went to stick the knife in his back, when Rory pushed him out of the way. Dean fell onto the floor, Rory on top of him. Dean grabbed Rory's hair and hit her head hard against her wooden desk. He heard a crack, and then she collapsed like a doll.
Luke barreled into the room, took stock of the situation. He kicked Dean in the face, and Dean went down. Lorelai ran into the room, clutching her head. "Oh my god," she ran over to Rory, who lay still and unmoving. "My poor baby," she cradled Rory's head in her lap.
Jess stirred, he turned and looked at Rory, who wasn't moving. He felt a moisture well up in his eyes, he didn't recognize it as tears. Because Jess Mariano didn't cry. "Someone call a damn ambulance," Lorelai cried.
"The police are on their way, and so is an ambulance," Jess said numbly. Luke went over to Lorelai and grabbed her hand. Lorelai ripped it away and held Rory. "How could this happen to my baby?" "What if she's .." Lorelai screamed, with the pain that only a mother could feel, when she feels her child slipping away.
The police burst into the house, arrested Dean and led him away. The ambulance whisked Rory off to Hartford Hospital, although the situation didn't look good. Would Rory survive or not? Was the question on everyone's mind?
** If you want more, then please read & review.
Author: Charmkat
Pairing: R/J & L/L
Rating: R for violence.
Disclaimer: I own none of GG, just a huge fan.
Author's Note: I hope you like this twist. There are more to come. To find out just read. Please review, it's what gives me the initiative to keep writing. Without the reviews, there would be no stories.
"Are you ready?" Jess asked Rory, nervous that their plan wouldn't go off as planned.
"How do you know it will work?" Rory asked nervously.
"Because Dean is so predictable. Now just lie back and sleep," Jess said.
Rory lay back, and pretended to be asleep, when her breathing appeared to be relaxed enough, Jess backed off and sat down in a dark corner. His watch read, 11:35. Almost time for action.
Luke and Lorelai were upstairs in the diner, Luke looked at the clock, 11:45. "Let's go," he grabbed Lorelai's hand, and they left via the back stairs.
He parted the bushes, with his black gloved hand. The voice in his head, told him to find the bitch and kill her. Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, it urged him. He felt his anger rise, and let the rage wash over him, and possess him. He crept out and snuck into the bushes that lined the house. He made his way to the back of the house. Where his beloved awaited him.
Jess yawned, and peered at his watch, 12:46. He just had to go take a leak. He glanced over at Rory, she would fine for a couple minutes. Besides Luke and Lorelai would be watching the house. So they would know if Dean was around. He walked over to Rory and saw that she was asleep. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll be right back," he whispered. Silently, he made his way to the door and opened it, and then quietly shut it.
A shadow appeared at the window, its dark soulless eyes looked at the silent form on the bed. Soon, you'll be mine forever in death, my love. The shadow disappeared, as the object of its obsession moved in her innocent sleep.
Upstairs, Luke and Lorelai took turns keeping vigil at the window. Lorelai's head started to bob. "Luke, I'm gonna go downstairs and get some coffee, I'll be right back," she kissed him on the lips softly and made her way to the door and out of the room.
The back door slowly opened and closed. Lorelai walked into the kitchen and made her way to the coffee pot. She thought she heard something, then shrugged it off, Luke and Jess were watching the house. There was no way that Dean could be in the house. Then why were the hairs on the back of her neck, rising up in frigid fear.
Lorelai slowly turned around, there stood Dean. Tall, wearing all black, except for a white mask on his face (Think Michael Myers). "Dean, what are you doing here?" she stumbled over the words.
"I came to get my beloved and take her away," he said. He looked past Lorelai to Rory's bedroom.
"O-h-h-h-h okay, let me just get her," Lorelai started to back up slowly. "Not so fast, Lorelai," Dean held up a long blunt hunting knife, so sharp that it could through human skin like butter. "Shall I give you the brand of my family, so you can be one of mine."
"No, that's okay, let me get Rory for you," she said loudly, so to alert Jess. When she opened the door, she saw Rory's silent form asleep on the bed. She squints, but sees no sign of Jess.
Dean comes up behind her and knocks her out. "So pretty," he lifts a lock of her dark hair up to his nose and sniffs it. "Not as pretty as my Rory," he whispers, he hears footsteps coming. Quickly, he opens the kitchen closet door and stuffs Lorelai inside. He locks the door, and quickly makes his way into Rory's room. He opens her closet door, and shuts it just as Jess re-enters the room.
Rory lay frozen on the bed, she couldn't move to warn Jess, if she did, then Dean would come out of the closet. She was so scared, what had Dean done to her mom? She had to do something. She lay as rigid as a board, and listened quietly. She heard a light snore, she looked over at Jess's form and wondered if he was sleeping? She cast her eyes around her room and wondered frantically what she could use as a weapon.
Upstairs, Luke looked at his watch, 1:18. Lorelai had been gone for half an hour. He had to go downstairs and check on her. It didn't take her this long to get some coffee, he felt a hollow fear settle in his bones. Something had happened to her. He crept down the back stairs that led to the kitchen. He heard a soft moaning coming from the closet. He made his way over and quietly began to open the door.
Dean stood in the closet and wondered when he should make his presence known to his precious beloved. No time like the present, he decided. He put his hand on the doorknob and began to twist it, so it would open silently.
Rory heard the slight squeaking of the closet doorknob, she hastily glanced over at Jess and saw he was unmoving. She slowly got off the bed, and quickly stuffed her pillows under the covers and hid behind the closet door. She waited. It was now or never, time to show Dean that he couldn't run over her, like a doormat.
Dean threw the door open, smashing Rory in the face. Her nose felt broken, she felt the blood begin to pour. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Dean's hands were around her throat. He pushed her backwards onto her bed, and fell on top of her. He kept his hands at her throat and kept strangling her.
Rory felt the darkness invading, reality was slowly slipping away. She thrust her knee and connected with Dean's groin. He emitted a groan and fell off the bed. Rory lay there coughing. She looked over at the corner where Jess had been sitting. He was gone, her brow furrowed in confusion. Dean lunged back on the bed, his hands found their way around her neck and continued to strangle her.
Dean took out his hunting knife and brought it up in the air to stab Rory. She kicked him off, and his knife fell to the floor.
Rory screamed with all her might, she felt her anger rise. She looked at Dean lying there so quietly on the floor, she moved slowly to try and get over him. Just as she lifted her foot to step over him. He grabbed her foot, throwing her on the floor. He punched her in the stomach.
Rory doubled over from the pain. She couldn't breathe. She felt his arms grabbing her, she kicked out. But hit nothing. Dean backhanded her. Rory's nose took the brunt of the hit. She felt it crack. As Dean was gearing up to stab her. He was suddenly plucked off her.
Jess jumped on Dean, and punched him. From side to side, Dean's head rolled, until he fell unconscious. Jess kept hitting him. Until his fists were covered with Dean's blood, and his own. His knuckles were broken and cracked. He got off Dean and picked up Rory's phone and dialled 9-1-1.
Dean opened his eyes, he slowly grabbed his long hunting knife and crept up behind Jess and knocked him over the head. Jess fell forward. Dean went to stick the knife in his back, when Rory pushed him out of the way. Dean fell onto the floor, Rory on top of him. Dean grabbed Rory's hair and hit her head hard against her wooden desk. He heard a crack, and then she collapsed like a doll.
Luke barreled into the room, took stock of the situation. He kicked Dean in the face, and Dean went down. Lorelai ran into the room, clutching her head. "Oh my god," she ran over to Rory, who lay still and unmoving. "My poor baby," she cradled Rory's head in her lap.
Jess stirred, he turned and looked at Rory, who wasn't moving. He felt a moisture well up in his eyes, he didn't recognize it as tears. Because Jess Mariano didn't cry. "Someone call a damn ambulance," Lorelai cried.
"The police are on their way, and so is an ambulance," Jess said numbly. Luke went over to Lorelai and grabbed her hand. Lorelai ripped it away and held Rory. "How could this happen to my baby?" "What if she's .." Lorelai screamed, with the pain that only a mother could feel, when she feels her child slipping away.
The police burst into the house, arrested Dean and led him away. The ambulance whisked Rory off to Hartford Hospital, although the situation didn't look good. Would Rory survive or not? Was the question on everyone's mind?
** If you want more, then please read & review.