~a/n: this particular story has been giving me hell lately. But finally, as
I rolled over sleeplessly in my bed last night, it occurred to me what to
do next. ::salutes:: I would like to take this opportunity to thank all
those lovely reviewers who've stood by this crap I'm writing, who've been
patient with short chapters, slow updates, and the occasional nightmarishly
repetitive chapters. Special thanks to Madam Luna, without whom this story
wouldn't have began and most certainly wouldn't have gone past chapter one
of "Walk with me"; and to Mrs. Niles Crane for he faithful reviews. I love
you all.
C h a p t e r S i x
Violet glared at James. "I hope you realize that this plan is most certainly doomed to fail."
"I know, but it was the best I could do. And it's better than the football player plan at least."
Although she was very fond of James, the tension was making her irritable. "Even I have to agree with that one. So what are we doing?"
"Well, you say he's been watching you every night, yes?" Violet nodded, and James continued speaking even though his face took on a slightly ashen color. "Okay then. Tonight leave your window open. I'll wait in the corner with the phone, and when he comes in give me the signal."
"What was the signal?" Violet asked.
"Say 'help me!'. Then I'll call the police without him knowing. They'll come and arrest him, and then he's out of your hair forever."
"Or at least until he gets parole," Violet huffed, tying her hair back into a ribbon as she thought of ways to improve upon his plan. "You should wait in the hallway, James," she said slowly, thoughtfully, like she was concentrating very hard. "That way he won't be able to see you and he won't hear the phone. Need I remind you that this is a very, VERY weak plan?"
James sighed. "I know, I know, but I think it's the best we can do right now. And something MUST be done, so I say full steam ahead."
Violet nodded and opened the window, and then she sat on the bed. "So what do I do in the meantime?"
"Read a book or something, whatever you do at night. Just act casual." James gave her a hopeful smile. "Good luck." He slunk silently out into the hallway.
Violet sat down on the bed and picked up a book she had borrowed from the school shop teacher. Although it was about engineering, she was of course unable to focus on her current favorite reading topic and kept shooting nervous glances towards the ajar window.
Hours passed, and as midnight approached she turned out her light and lay down on the bed, no closer to sleep then she had been to focusing on the book. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, knowing she should at least pretend she was asleep.
About an hour later she was willing to give up on the plan and tell James to go home, but when she opened her eyes she was met with the two dark, shiny eyes that interrupted her sleep at night.
"HELP ME!" she cried, hoping James heard her.
"No one's home to hear you, my darling Violetta." He smiled and sat beside her on the bed. "Why else do you think I'm here? The best time to come and see you would have to be when no one else was home," he concluded logically, flashing her the strange smile that always made her so uncomfortable.
"Get out," she said fiercely, pointing to the window. She was feeding off the strength she felt, knowing that James was outside.
He huffed and pulled something out of his pocket that glistened in the moonlight. "I didn't want to have to scare you like this, but--"
As he spoke, red and blue lights flashed against the window on the other wall. James had heard her after all!
"Damn," Olaf said mildly. "alright, come on." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she cried, pounding on his skinny back with her fists. "PUT ME DOWN!"
"Are you crazy?" he asked in a slightly amused tone. "I can't just leave an eye witness behind, you know. So you're coming with me." He climbed out the window and made his way slowly down the sloping roof of the back porch.
"LET ME GO!" she screamed, kicking and fighting with all her might.
"I'd hate to have to hurt you," he said, allowing the moonlight to glint off the knife again. She kept struggling as he leapt off the roof and walked off into the night, and as she fought her arm struck the blade. Blood stained it, glinting in the faint light like a deadly ruby.
"See? What did I tell you?" he tossed her into the backseat of his car, which was parked in the empty lot behind her home.
She cried out once more as the black car sped off into the night.
C h a p t e r S i x
Violet glared at James. "I hope you realize that this plan is most certainly doomed to fail."
"I know, but it was the best I could do. And it's better than the football player plan at least."
Although she was very fond of James, the tension was making her irritable. "Even I have to agree with that one. So what are we doing?"
"Well, you say he's been watching you every night, yes?" Violet nodded, and James continued speaking even though his face took on a slightly ashen color. "Okay then. Tonight leave your window open. I'll wait in the corner with the phone, and when he comes in give me the signal."
"What was the signal?" Violet asked.
"Say 'help me!'. Then I'll call the police without him knowing. They'll come and arrest him, and then he's out of your hair forever."
"Or at least until he gets parole," Violet huffed, tying her hair back into a ribbon as she thought of ways to improve upon his plan. "You should wait in the hallway, James," she said slowly, thoughtfully, like she was concentrating very hard. "That way he won't be able to see you and he won't hear the phone. Need I remind you that this is a very, VERY weak plan?"
James sighed. "I know, I know, but I think it's the best we can do right now. And something MUST be done, so I say full steam ahead."
Violet nodded and opened the window, and then she sat on the bed. "So what do I do in the meantime?"
"Read a book or something, whatever you do at night. Just act casual." James gave her a hopeful smile. "Good luck." He slunk silently out into the hallway.
Violet sat down on the bed and picked up a book she had borrowed from the school shop teacher. Although it was about engineering, she was of course unable to focus on her current favorite reading topic and kept shooting nervous glances towards the ajar window.
Hours passed, and as midnight approached she turned out her light and lay down on the bed, no closer to sleep then she had been to focusing on the book. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, knowing she should at least pretend she was asleep.
About an hour later she was willing to give up on the plan and tell James to go home, but when she opened her eyes she was met with the two dark, shiny eyes that interrupted her sleep at night.
"HELP ME!" she cried, hoping James heard her.
"No one's home to hear you, my darling Violetta." He smiled and sat beside her on the bed. "Why else do you think I'm here? The best time to come and see you would have to be when no one else was home," he concluded logically, flashing her the strange smile that always made her so uncomfortable.
"Get out," she said fiercely, pointing to the window. She was feeding off the strength she felt, knowing that James was outside.
He huffed and pulled something out of his pocket that glistened in the moonlight. "I didn't want to have to scare you like this, but--"
As he spoke, red and blue lights flashed against the window on the other wall. James had heard her after all!
"Damn," Olaf said mildly. "alright, come on." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she cried, pounding on his skinny back with her fists. "PUT ME DOWN!"
"Are you crazy?" he asked in a slightly amused tone. "I can't just leave an eye witness behind, you know. So you're coming with me." He climbed out the window and made his way slowly down the sloping roof of the back porch.
"LET ME GO!" she screamed, kicking and fighting with all her might.
"I'd hate to have to hurt you," he said, allowing the moonlight to glint off the knife again. She kept struggling as he leapt off the roof and walked off into the night, and as she fought her arm struck the blade. Blood stained it, glinting in the faint light like a deadly ruby.
"See? What did I tell you?" he tossed her into the backseat of his car, which was parked in the empty lot behind her home.
She cried out once more as the black car sped off into the night.