Title: Twisted
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Author's Note: I've been working on this story for over a month now, around the same time as I was writing 'Test of Time'. I should have posted this story sooner but I had wanted to focus more of my attention, at the time, to 'Test of Time'. However, because of my wait, another talented author ended up having a similar idea to me, lol. After some dilemma and much debating as to whether or not to post this story, I emailed Starbright because of the fact that both of our stories have such a similar concept. I told her of my dilemma and she was nice enough to tell me to go ahead and post this story regardless. I would just like to thank her for being so nice and understanding. I would also like to remind everyone to read her story, 'Watching Her' in addition to mine. Lastly, I would also like to thank CCA for encouraging me to write this story even though I have felt like giving up countless times. Now without further ado, onto the story :)
Twisted by Jewel21
Prologue
The man observed her from across the room. His gaze was fixed, his eyes unmoving, as he drank in her beauty. He watched her as she chatted with the patrons. He saw her smile briefly and he could feel his heart beat faster. She was magnificent, he thought to himself. It had been a week since he had first come here and lain eyes on her. He still couldn't believe that he had spent 49 years of his existance without her. He felt as though his whole life had been spent living in a cave, shrouded in darkness, and it was only since he'd lain eyes on her that he had finally seen the sun.
He recalled the evening he had first set eyes on her fondly. He had walked into the bar, tired after a long day at work, and there she was. He recalled being mesmerized by her standing before him in the smoky bar. She had asked him what he had wanted and he had been tongue-tied. She had smiled and asked him if the cat had gotten his tongue and all he could do was stare at her before mumbling a scotch on the rocks. She smiled and had handed him his drink before moving down the bar to serve another client. Her beauty had spellbound him as he sat at the back of the bar, covered by the security of the shadows. He had observed her every movement from the way she had tucked her hair behind her ear, to the way she had pulled the cigarette she had been holding between her fingers to her full red lips. He had watched as she had seductively inhaled the smoke before letting it escape through her slightly parted lips to tease the air around her. Finally, it had been closing time and he had been forced to leave, wondering how he was going to survive the day without her in his sights.
It had been seven days since that day, and the past seven nights had been spent at the bar, watching her bathed in the dim light. He wondered why he had been cursed all those years by not knowing her. Sure there had been others, but he had quickly learned that they were not meant to be. Each time he had assumed that they were the one, they turned around and hurt him, made him realize that they weren't meant to be together. And so, he had been forced to dispose of them one by one. But, as he watched her from across the room, riveted by her every move, he knew that she was his soul mate. And, although he had thought these very same thoughts before, he knew that this time was different. It has to be, he thought to himself. She'll be mine. We'll live together in happiness for all eternity, he said to himself, his sick mind already formulating a plan to make her his. A sigh escaped from him as he watched her pour a drink. He spun her name around in his head, relishing the sound of it. He had been ecstatic two days ago when he had asked the man beside him what her name was. He said it now, and loved how it rolled off of his tongue and seduced the air around him. "You," The man whispered, taking in the love of his life. "You and I are meant to be together, and soon we will be. Very soon." He said before standing up and making his way out of the deserted bar, following the last patron out.
"Bye. Come back soon." She called out to his retreating back.
"Thank you." He said quietly, stopping to gaze at her, marveling at the sight before him. "I will." He said with much intensity.
She smiled at him, a little puzzled by his actions. "You do that." She told him as she started to put the glasses away.
"I will." The man said once more under his breath before leaving, his head ducked low. "Don't worry, soon you and I will be together forever, Angela Boscorelli." The man said out loud into the empty, deserted street, his words instantly swallowed up by the night. He hummed as he walked towards his car, his hands deep in his coat pockets, and the only other sound the crunch of his feet on the snow covered ground. His whistling could be heard as he slowly made his way across the street, his mind already weaving a plan to make her his, his heart soaring at the life they would lead together.
Chapter 1
The sunlight filtering in through the partially opened blinds caused the man to wake up. He squinted as he opened his eyes and glanced at the clock beside him. The numbers 6:03 am glared back at him. He debated whether or not to go back to sleep. He still had another hour before his alarm went off but decided against it. He was eager to start the day, for it meant that the night would pass sooner and he would once again be able to see her. Angela. He whistled as he walked to the washroom, his thoughts on her, the way she walked, talked, smiled. He was so deep into his thoughts that he almost failed to notice the thump coming from the basement. Angry at being interrupted, he stalked down the basement steps, easily maneuvering around the room in the dark. He stood over the carpet covering the center of the room and quickly pulled it back, revealing the hatch beneath. He pulled it open and descended down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom, he paused to open the lights before fixing his gaze at her.
He saw her huddled in the corner of the room, her face and clothes streaked with dirt. Her hands were bound before her, the rope cutting into her flesh, leaving it raw and abraded. Her feet were also tied and her mouth was gagged. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. He could see the table she had knocked over lying on its side and rage filled him. "You stupid bitch!" He screamed as he stalked towards her and roughly grabbed her by the arm, cutting of her circulation. "Look at what you did! I told you not to touch anything!" He screamed, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes mad. He could see the tears run down her cheeks, leaving trails down her dirty face. She mumbled, trying to say something, but the gag prevented her from doing so. He roughly pulled it off of her, catching one of her earrings in the process. "What?" He asked her, as he glared at her pathetic form.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She cried out as she stared up at her captor.
"You lied to me." The man shouted, anger and rage coursing through his veins. "You lied. I thought you were the one but you used me, you played me just like all the others did. I trusted you and you lied, you made me believe that we were meant for one another."
"You're insane. You know that?" She cried out. The man felt his temper rise at being called insane. "You're a sick son of a bitch." She said before being cut off by a backhand to the face. Her head swung back from the blow and tears stung her eyes as pain coursed through her.
"Don't call me crazy!" The man shrieked at her, his face turning several shades of red. "You bitch! You lied to me; you used me just like all the others. You made a fool out of me. I will not be mocked!" He yelled as he began to hit her repeatedly. "You'll pay for what you did just like all the others." Suddenly, the sound of the phone interrupted him. He watched as the woman before him slumped unconscious to the ground, her face soaked with blood. He gazed at her for a moment, his face expressionless, before turning off the light and closing the door to the cellar. As he made his way to the phone, he vowed to get rid of her that evening.
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Angela Boscorelli pulled into her parking space and got out of her car, making her way towards her bar. She could feel the skin on the back of her neck start to prickle. Frowning, she turned around and scanned the street around her but all seemed deserted. She shook her head, smiling at her own nervousness, before making her way towards the front entrance. In her haste, she almost didn't notice the small red rose lying on the ground. Her brow creased in puzzlement before bending down and picking it up. She saw the small card on the ground and picked that up as well, before unlocking the door and entering the deserted bar. She locked the door behind her and made her way to the counter. She quickly pulled open the note and read the simple message, "For the most beautiful woman in the world, love always."
"Huh." Angela said out loud as she put the note down and filled up a glass with water to put the rose in. Her cheeks were flushed at the knowledge that someone had found her attractive. She turned on the radio and started to hum as she did an inventory of her stock, oblivious to the eyes that were watching her through the window.
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The man watched her lovingly from across the street in his car. He smiled joyfully as he saw her place the red rose he had gotten her in a glass before getting to work. He relished in the knowledge that soon they would be together. Suddenly he frowned as he recalled that there was still one obstacle preventing him from being with Angela. As his thoughts flashed to the woman who was in his cellar, the bitch who had lied and used him, he could feel his temper rising. He gripped the steering wheel in anger, his knuckles turning white, as he pictured her face. However, just as suddenly as his anger had materialized, it quickly dissipated as he realized that soon he would be rid of her, thereby allowing him to be free to pursue Angela, the true love of his life. He debated going back home and killing her right away, but sighed as he glanced at the clock on his dashboard and realized that his lunch hour was over. Sadly, he gazed out of his windshield one last time, staring longingly at her, before ripping is gaze away and starting the engine. "I'll see you tonight." The man said into the empty car as he fixed his eyes on her. "Dammit!" He cursed as he realized that that he had to dispose of his "problem." After all he reflected, how could he be free to be with Angela if he was still tied to someone else? He realized that if he was going to kill her tonight, he wouldn't be able to see Angela. Pure animalistic rage filled him at not being able to spend time with his obsession. "Damn you, you bitch!" The man screamed his face red as he pummeled the steering wheel and dashboard before him. He noticed a passerby stare at him strangely before reigning in his temper. It would do him no good to lose his temper and attract unwanted attention and he quickly chastised himself for doing so. Realizing that it would only be for one evening, and that soon he would be spending every waking moment with Angela by his side, he took a deep breath and tried to soothe his frazzled nerves. Just as quickly as his temper had flared out of control, he quickly reigned it in once more. He stared intensely at Angela one last time before directing his car into the afternoon traffic. "Just give me tonight, my love, to make things right and afterward we'll be together forever in mind, body and soul. I'll see to it." The man said intensely before turning on the radio. As he listened to the song, he wondered if Angela was listening to the same words he was, the thought sending a warm glow through his body.
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Let me know what you guys think, I really want to know whether I should continue this story or not. Your feedback is much appreciated. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Author's Note: I've been working on this story for over a month now, around the same time as I was writing 'Test of Time'. I should have posted this story sooner but I had wanted to focus more of my attention, at the time, to 'Test of Time'. However, because of my wait, another talented author ended up having a similar idea to me, lol. After some dilemma and much debating as to whether or not to post this story, I emailed Starbright because of the fact that both of our stories have such a similar concept. I told her of my dilemma and she was nice enough to tell me to go ahead and post this story regardless. I would just like to thank her for being so nice and understanding. I would also like to remind everyone to read her story, 'Watching Her' in addition to mine. Lastly, I would also like to thank CCA for encouraging me to write this story even though I have felt like giving up countless times. Now without further ado, onto the story :)
Twisted by Jewel21
Prologue
The man observed her from across the room. His gaze was fixed, his eyes unmoving, as he drank in her beauty. He watched her as she chatted with the patrons. He saw her smile briefly and he could feel his heart beat faster. She was magnificent, he thought to himself. It had been a week since he had first come here and lain eyes on her. He still couldn't believe that he had spent 49 years of his existance without her. He felt as though his whole life had been spent living in a cave, shrouded in darkness, and it was only since he'd lain eyes on her that he had finally seen the sun.
He recalled the evening he had first set eyes on her fondly. He had walked into the bar, tired after a long day at work, and there she was. He recalled being mesmerized by her standing before him in the smoky bar. She had asked him what he had wanted and he had been tongue-tied. She had smiled and asked him if the cat had gotten his tongue and all he could do was stare at her before mumbling a scotch on the rocks. She smiled and had handed him his drink before moving down the bar to serve another client. Her beauty had spellbound him as he sat at the back of the bar, covered by the security of the shadows. He had observed her every movement from the way she had tucked her hair behind her ear, to the way she had pulled the cigarette she had been holding between her fingers to her full red lips. He had watched as she had seductively inhaled the smoke before letting it escape through her slightly parted lips to tease the air around her. Finally, it had been closing time and he had been forced to leave, wondering how he was going to survive the day without her in his sights.
It had been seven days since that day, and the past seven nights had been spent at the bar, watching her bathed in the dim light. He wondered why he had been cursed all those years by not knowing her. Sure there had been others, but he had quickly learned that they were not meant to be. Each time he had assumed that they were the one, they turned around and hurt him, made him realize that they weren't meant to be together. And so, he had been forced to dispose of them one by one. But, as he watched her from across the room, riveted by her every move, he knew that she was his soul mate. And, although he had thought these very same thoughts before, he knew that this time was different. It has to be, he thought to himself. She'll be mine. We'll live together in happiness for all eternity, he said to himself, his sick mind already formulating a plan to make her his. A sigh escaped from him as he watched her pour a drink. He spun her name around in his head, relishing the sound of it. He had been ecstatic two days ago when he had asked the man beside him what her name was. He said it now, and loved how it rolled off of his tongue and seduced the air around him. "You," The man whispered, taking in the love of his life. "You and I are meant to be together, and soon we will be. Very soon." He said before standing up and making his way out of the deserted bar, following the last patron out.
"Bye. Come back soon." She called out to his retreating back.
"Thank you." He said quietly, stopping to gaze at her, marveling at the sight before him. "I will." He said with much intensity.
She smiled at him, a little puzzled by his actions. "You do that." She told him as she started to put the glasses away.
"I will." The man said once more under his breath before leaving, his head ducked low. "Don't worry, soon you and I will be together forever, Angela Boscorelli." The man said out loud into the empty, deserted street, his words instantly swallowed up by the night. He hummed as he walked towards his car, his hands deep in his coat pockets, and the only other sound the crunch of his feet on the snow covered ground. His whistling could be heard as he slowly made his way across the street, his mind already weaving a plan to make her his, his heart soaring at the life they would lead together.
Chapter 1
The sunlight filtering in through the partially opened blinds caused the man to wake up. He squinted as he opened his eyes and glanced at the clock beside him. The numbers 6:03 am glared back at him. He debated whether or not to go back to sleep. He still had another hour before his alarm went off but decided against it. He was eager to start the day, for it meant that the night would pass sooner and he would once again be able to see her. Angela. He whistled as he walked to the washroom, his thoughts on her, the way she walked, talked, smiled. He was so deep into his thoughts that he almost failed to notice the thump coming from the basement. Angry at being interrupted, he stalked down the basement steps, easily maneuvering around the room in the dark. He stood over the carpet covering the center of the room and quickly pulled it back, revealing the hatch beneath. He pulled it open and descended down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom, he paused to open the lights before fixing his gaze at her.
He saw her huddled in the corner of the room, her face and clothes streaked with dirt. Her hands were bound before her, the rope cutting into her flesh, leaving it raw and abraded. Her feet were also tied and her mouth was gagged. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. He could see the table she had knocked over lying on its side and rage filled him. "You stupid bitch!" He screamed as he stalked towards her and roughly grabbed her by the arm, cutting of her circulation. "Look at what you did! I told you not to touch anything!" He screamed, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes mad. He could see the tears run down her cheeks, leaving trails down her dirty face. She mumbled, trying to say something, but the gag prevented her from doing so. He roughly pulled it off of her, catching one of her earrings in the process. "What?" He asked her, as he glared at her pathetic form.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She cried out as she stared up at her captor.
"You lied to me." The man shouted, anger and rage coursing through his veins. "You lied. I thought you were the one but you used me, you played me just like all the others did. I trusted you and you lied, you made me believe that we were meant for one another."
"You're insane. You know that?" She cried out. The man felt his temper rise at being called insane. "You're a sick son of a bitch." She said before being cut off by a backhand to the face. Her head swung back from the blow and tears stung her eyes as pain coursed through her.
"Don't call me crazy!" The man shrieked at her, his face turning several shades of red. "You bitch! You lied to me; you used me just like all the others. You made a fool out of me. I will not be mocked!" He yelled as he began to hit her repeatedly. "You'll pay for what you did just like all the others." Suddenly, the sound of the phone interrupted him. He watched as the woman before him slumped unconscious to the ground, her face soaked with blood. He gazed at her for a moment, his face expressionless, before turning off the light and closing the door to the cellar. As he made his way to the phone, he vowed to get rid of her that evening.
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Angela Boscorelli pulled into her parking space and got out of her car, making her way towards her bar. She could feel the skin on the back of her neck start to prickle. Frowning, she turned around and scanned the street around her but all seemed deserted. She shook her head, smiling at her own nervousness, before making her way towards the front entrance. In her haste, she almost didn't notice the small red rose lying on the ground. Her brow creased in puzzlement before bending down and picking it up. She saw the small card on the ground and picked that up as well, before unlocking the door and entering the deserted bar. She locked the door behind her and made her way to the counter. She quickly pulled open the note and read the simple message, "For the most beautiful woman in the world, love always."
"Huh." Angela said out loud as she put the note down and filled up a glass with water to put the rose in. Her cheeks were flushed at the knowledge that someone had found her attractive. She turned on the radio and started to hum as she did an inventory of her stock, oblivious to the eyes that were watching her through the window.
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The man watched her lovingly from across the street in his car. He smiled joyfully as he saw her place the red rose he had gotten her in a glass before getting to work. He relished in the knowledge that soon they would be together. Suddenly he frowned as he recalled that there was still one obstacle preventing him from being with Angela. As his thoughts flashed to the woman who was in his cellar, the bitch who had lied and used him, he could feel his temper rising. He gripped the steering wheel in anger, his knuckles turning white, as he pictured her face. However, just as suddenly as his anger had materialized, it quickly dissipated as he realized that soon he would be rid of her, thereby allowing him to be free to pursue Angela, the true love of his life. He debated going back home and killing her right away, but sighed as he glanced at the clock on his dashboard and realized that his lunch hour was over. Sadly, he gazed out of his windshield one last time, staring longingly at her, before ripping is gaze away and starting the engine. "I'll see you tonight." The man said into the empty car as he fixed his eyes on her. "Dammit!" He cursed as he realized that that he had to dispose of his "problem." After all he reflected, how could he be free to be with Angela if he was still tied to someone else? He realized that if he was going to kill her tonight, he wouldn't be able to see Angela. Pure animalistic rage filled him at not being able to spend time with his obsession. "Damn you, you bitch!" The man screamed his face red as he pummeled the steering wheel and dashboard before him. He noticed a passerby stare at him strangely before reigning in his temper. It would do him no good to lose his temper and attract unwanted attention and he quickly chastised himself for doing so. Realizing that it would only be for one evening, and that soon he would be spending every waking moment with Angela by his side, he took a deep breath and tried to soothe his frazzled nerves. Just as quickly as his temper had flared out of control, he quickly reigned it in once more. He stared intensely at Angela one last time before directing his car into the afternoon traffic. "Just give me tonight, my love, to make things right and afterward we'll be together forever in mind, body and soul. I'll see to it." The man said intensely before turning on the radio. As he listened to the song, he wondered if Angela was listening to the same words he was, the thought sending a warm glow through his body.
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Let me know what you guys think, I really want to know whether I should continue this story or not. Your feedback is much appreciated. Thanks.