In their past life their names were:
Chris= William
Wyatt= Andrew
Prue= P. Bowen
Piper= P. Bexter
Phoebe= P. Russel
Victoria= Valerie
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT RATED R.
Impatiently, he waited for Rebecca to come within his reach. Then, he took her hand as quickly as a striking snake. She turned to him in surprise as a gasp filtered out of her lips. He clapped his other hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.
Then, with the hand that held her wrist he quickly snapped her body into action to pull her close to him where he met her scared eyes directly. All he needed was to keep her eyes held with his.
He kept her dull brown eyes staring into his as he started to throw his power into her mind. It's okay, it's okay, he slowly sent her the thought. Instantly, she eased in his grip. I have something I need you to do for me. He told her silently and within instants she was his. She nodded her head in agreement and then he let her go.
"Rebecca, you want to die tonight."
"What? Andrew, you are scaring me." Rebecca answered, aloud slightly fighting his powers for the moment.
"No, shhh. No protests. You will to do what I say." he said, whispering as he held his fingertips to her lips to silence her. She did instantly. Then, she gave his fingers a light kiss. The slut! He instantly wanted to hit her, but he didn't. Soon, she'd get what she deserved, the harlot.
Her eyes that had moments ago shone with fear were now spiked into an eerie calm from the trance he'd placed her in. Her dark brown eyes glistened in the moonlight as she shared a small smile with him. She was so weak. It was a wonder someone hadn't already taken advantage of her before him.
Using the grip he quickly established over her shoulders, he turned her towards the red brick house she lived in with Valerie. In the moonlight, it almost looked like a haunted house long gone and since abandoned by anyone who had ever lived in it. He smiled pulling Rebecca in for a bear hug.
It soon would have that fate.
The house wasn't as vacant as it had been before.
He now felt Valerie's presence inside. She must have just come home from her grandmother's, he thought. How sweet. He almost felt like the hungry wolf in Little Red Riding Hood as he waited in the woods with his prey. Too bad he didn't know where her little old granny was. If he did she would have been his first victim of love.
He could feel her mother was there somewhere among the dark rooms also. Valerie's father wasn't home yet, but soon he would be. He would be the icing on the cake that night.
Andrew smiled as he felt his luck would soon change for the better. Soon the only person in the world that was there for Valerie would be him. She would have to be with him then.
"Oh, Rebecca, don't you love happy endings?" he asked, "Of course, you won't be witnessing any anytime soon. Don't worry about that though. I'm letting you off easy compared to your parents."
"Happy endings?" she drawled out, barely even able to say the words together in unison.
"Yes, my dear. Valerie and my happy ending." he told her. "Now, be quiet. We don't want to overwork that pretty old head of yours, now do we?" at her blank fish trapped in a bowl stare he added. "Don't answer that."
He looked back at the house as a light came on in the upstairs back window. When he looked up he saw Valerie surface behind the window panes glass. Her beautiful blond hair was down tonight in strands of straight golden blond and she wore a plain white strapless dress. Even from the beginning of the woods, he could still see the wavering violet-blue color of her eyes. Never before had he seen another with the same color eyes. They made her look like an angel.
He'd been waiting too long to see her. He'd waited too long to be reunited. So as soon as he saw her, he created a small fireball inside the palm of his hand. He flicked the fireball in and out of existence on his palm to get her attention in the darkness.
She saw the light instantly. It had used to be his call to her when he'd come to visit her at night. When she hadn't been afraid of him or angry at him for killing others. It had been their little secret.
He could see her squint and lean forward a little on the window. Perhaps, she thought she was imagining it. He knew she must have felt as if she were dreaming as she looked out onto the scene. He stayed on the ground and made a larger fireball that lit the scene around him.
It showed her that he had someone that belonged to her. Her very sister, his bait.
As soon as she saw them together, she started banging on the window. She was trying so hard to get her sisters attention. She was trying so hard to get her sister to get away from him, but what she didn't know was that he already had complete control over her younger sister.
He took Rebecca's elbow in his hand as he started towards the house. Above them, Valerie had disappeared from the window. She was on her way down to them. Of course, it wasn't his plan to be there when she came to the spot in the woods that she'd seen them. It was his plan to get in the house at the exact time she left it so he had the opportunity to surprise her.
"Off we go, my dear." he told Rebecca as he hurried her towards the house.
He pushed Rebecca forward towards the house where he then went with her to the front entrance just as Valerie existed the back entrance. He smiled as he entered the darkened hallway with Rebecca.
So far, so good.
Inside, he took off his black top hat since it was only custom to. Then, he placed it on the hat rack beside the door with a smile. He glanced around the house not seeing Valerie's mother anywhere and then he saw the perfect spot for Rebecca to kill herself.
The staircase. He had only been on it once before but he remembered how the beam at the top was low enough for a rope to be hanged and high enough for a short girl like Rebecca to be able to successfully hang herself.
Andrew quietly went up the stairs where at the top he found the low beam that he planned on hanging a rope easily from. He quickly tested it with his own weight by hanging off of it with one arm. For a moment, he almost felt like an ape. Then, he let himself gracefully drop back onto the top step. There he smiled, brushed his black suit down, and picked his lucky silver walking cane back up.
This was almost too easy.
"Rope," he said quietly. He wasn't willing for Valerie's mother to come out of no where and break the trance that Rebecca was under. The rope instantly appeared in his hand as he smiled down on it. Then he quickly, threw it up over the wooden beam and made the noose. "Perfect."
He galloped down the stairs speedily in his excitement to Rebecca's side to lead her up the stairs to her death. He went directly behind her and settled his hands on her shoulders tightly steering her body to the top of the creaking stairs. He settled her right underneath the rope and then pulled it down slightly to wrap it around her throat. It fit snuggly around her throat as he licked his cold lips.
"Perfect fit." he told her as he adjusted it a little around her pale white throat.
Now, all Rebecca had to do was take one step forward and she would be dead. One of the three he planned on killing that night would be dead. He sighed happily. This was almost like child's play.
He heard Valerie coming back into the house. It was almost blissful to be this close to her again that he could feel a slight impression of her feelings. She was scared. She didn't know what to expect and her heart was beating a mile a minute.
He nodded his head at Rebecca. Who instantly took the necessary last step to her death. As he watched, her small body started swinging back in forth in front of him like a pendulum. He laughed a bitter laugh and gave her a quick swing to speed up the process.
Rebecca made no noise of regret or pain. She just swung back in forth still in the trance as her oxygen slowly was being choked out of her. Instead, of making a noise she smiled at him as her noose strangled her to death.
He shook his head at his beautiful masterpiece of death and power then he smiled at her as he tipped an imaginary hat to her.
Then, he slowly started down the stairs. He knew that Valerie wouldn't be able to see Rebecca from downstairs . She could only hear the slight breeze and creak as Rebecca's body swung. He knew if he took his time going down the staircase she would only fear him and the worst for her little sister.
She wouldn't try to go up the stairs he was blocking. She wouldn't want to see what he had done to her poor younger sister. She wouldn't be able to get past him either. Not unless he wanted her to see his handiwork. By the time it would take for her to get past him her precious sister would be dead.
He skipped down the last few steps singing the last dance tune that they'd danced to together at the dance club .
He was surprised when out of the darkness she came slamming into him as she tried to push him out of her way. She pounded his chest with her hands but he quickly took them captive. He took her small hands and kissed both of them congenially.
"No, Andrew. Let me go," she whimpered.
He smiled. Even now, knowing that he was there up to no good she still could barely resist the attraction they both had towards each other. He opened her fists and kissed the palms of her hands lightly as he let his kisses trail up to her wrists.
"But I love you." he responded, looking down into her dark violet eyes.
"No." she whispered, weakly.
"I do. You know I won't stop till you admit you feel the same way. That's why I am here. Come with me now and I won't harm anyone else." he said, softly. "I can feel your feelings, my nymphet. Your heart right now is beating faster then before. You're excited to see me, aren't you?" he asked enfolding her mouth with his as he pressed her up against the banister.
"Kiss me back," he commanded, trying to use his powers on her too.
But they didn't work. They barely ever worked on her anymore. She didn't kiss him back. Instead, she turned her head to the side as she tried to breathe.
He laughed as he rolled his hands through her golden hair," So powerful. No wonder we're meant to be together." She struggled in his grip but he kept her pressed to the wall. "Stop it! Stop this game. Stop being so damned good and be with me, Valerie."
"Never."
"Oh, stop this madness. You weren't meant to be good. You were meant for evil just as I was. I won't stop till I have you, you know that." he oathed, as she shook her head violently.
"Just kill me." she spat out at him. "That's the only power you'll ever have over me."
"What? Don't be ridiculous then I would never have you."
"You will never have me. You lost your chance with me the moment you killed. Why not stop tormenting me with your so-called love and let me go?"
"As you would say, never." he remarked, tipping her head up to look straight in his eyes.
As soon as he'd distracted her gaze, he drew out a knife from his black overcoat and sharply cut her hand. Then his own and placed them roughly together as she breathed out in a hiss of pain. Their blood mixed together as he smiled. She was now his. Blood in, blood out.
She struggled more against him as she realized what he had done but he held her tightly in his grasp and took her bleeding hand to his mouth and licked the blood trailing from the gash he'd made on her palm. "You taste so good."
"It hurts." she said, her eyes fiercely glowering at him.
"Love is meant to hurt."
"You have it all wrong."
"I love you. I don't." he answered, quickly twirling her out into the hallway. There she broke away from his hands grip and leaned against the wall as she held her bloody hand. The creaking of Rebecca's swinging corpse was the only thing that they both could hear in the silence.
"Someone else has my heart now." she said, smiling in victory knowing that she had hit him hard with the truth.
"You better hope that that's not true or you'll know how it feels to lose your true love, too." he said, making his way to her as she moved away from him.
But, in the end, she wasn't quick enough. He slammed her against the wall," Who is it, Valerie?"
"I'll never tell." she responded, leaning against the wall as she looked down her nose at him.
"You think so?" he asked, his eyes burning in his insanity.
"Yes."
"Not even to save your sister's life?" he asked.
Valerie looked at him in surprise for a moment. It turned into horror as she heard the creaking of the beam above them. Now, she realized what the noise meant. She couldn't see it, but her sister was the one swinging upstairs. She pushed him out of her way and started up the stairs.
He let her go. Right now, now that he knew she had gotten over him he felt his anger beating through him like fire. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him. He needed to hurt her. Then, they would be even. Then, he would force her to love him.
He watched her as she ran up the stairs frantically to her sisters side. He then followed her to see her pale face as she saw Rebecca at the top shaded in the grim shadows of night and the strong silvery beams of moonlight as Rebecca swung back and forth dead. A small scream came from her all too familiar pink lips as she tried to pull her sister down from the beam. But she wasn't strong enough. Instead, she had sent her sister swinging faster and faster around her.
The smile of pure joy that Rebecca had given Andrew before she'd died was still present of her mouth as she swung. She almost looked like an insane version of a jack in the box.
Andrew couldn't help laughing at Valerie's terror and desperation as she frantically tried to get her sister down. He decided to end her struggles. With a wave of his hand, Rebecca came down hard onto the ground a few feet away from Valerie.
He decided to give them a moment alone as he took the stairs two at a time. Downstairs, he found a familiar face peaking around the corner. After hearing all the bumps and creaks coming from upstairs, Valerie's mother had finally come out to play. In her hand, she had a frying pan to protect herself.
Valerie's mother saw him and was taken a back for a moment. That was all the time he needed. He touched her cheek softly like a lover and looked down into her violet eyes. They were so like Valerie's. He'd never noticed that before.
"You are sick of all the noise. You want to stop it." he said, as a knife appeared in his hand.
He sternly gave it to her and nodded his head towards the stairs where Valerie was sobbing loudly. She looked at the gleaming knife and then smiled. He knew he was making her dreams come true by letting her kill the child she hated most. Sadly, he thought, she wouldn't get the chance to kill her.
Valerie's mother was only the going to serve Valerie proof that he could do anything he wanted to anyone she loved. Her mother was also the proof that he had no remorse about it either. He hoped she'd get the clue that he wasn't going to let her go without a fight. If he did let her go, of course.
Valerie's mother slowly made her way stealthy up the stairs so that she could get the element of surprise over Valerie. Andrew laughed as she went thinking that maybe he should keep her mother alive since she seemed to be such a good murderer. He wondered if her mother had ever murdered before.
Then, he took a bite of an apple laying on a silver plate on the redwood table. A moment went by, in the silence then he looked up at the front door to see Valerie's father coming in from work.
In the background, he heard Valerie crying out in alarm for help as she realized what her mother was up to. He heard her trying to talk her mother down. Her father, still oblivious to the situation, was tired and instantly annoyed thinking that it was just another argument between them.
Andrew instantly used Valerie's fathers fatigue and anger against him. He went to the man laying a neighborly hand on his arm. "You are sick of all their bickering. If you kill your wife it will stop."
Valerie's father nodded taking the axe that Andrew offered and started up the staircase after his wife.
The whole time Andrew couldn't help laughing insanely about it to the point he couldn't breathe. He calmed himself as best he could and then went to stand in front of the fireplace. He didn't feel the need to watch the murders going on upstairs. He had seen too much death and fights in his life to know it was better to let everything be until it grew quiet. Then, there would be nothing to worry about or fight off once it was all over.
The dancing flames in fireplace reminded him of is sanity that was slowly dwindling down as they leap around him. They slowly warm his body till he could barely stand it, but he still stood beside it in his own trance.
Oh well. Their death's weren't his fault.
He would never have done any of this if it hadn't been for her. It was Valerie's fault her family was killing each other.
Andrew took a deep breath and another bite from the apple as he heard a few faint screams of terror and pain coming from above him. Knowing that the mother and father were now after each other with their weapons and Valerie was safe and sound somewhere upstairs, he sat in the rocking chair beside the fireplace and tried it out.
He waited a long time in the darkness. He could hear the footsteps of both parents as they went after each other. Once in a while, he heard a bitter comment or a cry of pain. But mostly, it was just the movement that he heard that seemed to play in his head like a familiar show tune. He let her watch the killings. Both her mother and her father were well suited in the battle, he noticed quietly as he watched the time on the clock go by slowly.
He was almost tempted to go upstairs and finish it for them the way time kept going by. But he decided it would effect Valerie better if she saw them do it to one another. Then, she would know the true power he had that he would use against her until she was his.
When the battle was finally over, the mother came flying down the staircase. He came to stand beside her where a bloody puddle was filming from her body. Uninterested in how the mother fared, he quickly made his way back up the stairs to Valerie.
There, Valerie was shaking.
She was against the window in the middle of the hallway. Shadows crisscrossed all over her face, as she leaned against the cold glass shaking. She looked even more fragile then usual with her knees pulled up to her chest and her hands holding them to her in protection.
She slowly rocked back and forth in the moonlight.
Her father laid on his stomach inches away from her. His black eyes staring into nothingness as blood swelled around his head. His axe hanging out of his back.
The mother had definitely given the father a beating. Andrew grinned down a the bloody mess. So that's where Valerie got it from.
Valerie saw him coming and started to back away. Which wasn't very far since she was already up against the window. Blood was all over the hardwood floor around her. Andrew noticed, he also noticed it caking all over her hands and bare feet as well as her white dress. So much blood.
She looked like a crazed murderer as she rocked back and forth faster as he came closer to her. A few single tears fell down her cheeks as he reached out to clear them away.
She looked insane. Like an insane asylum patient that had got away and had just went into a rage and killed people. When she saw him not stop moving towards her she slowly turned to the window and she started pounding on it as if the outside world would come and save her. Her pounding got even more fierce until the glass broke and fell to the ground outside.
She looked at her hand confused at the blood that appeared there from a cut she received from the broken window.
Something wasn't quite right inside of her now. She was in shock and the world around her barely seemed to be registering to her now. The only thing that did register to her was that he was there and he was a threat.
A threat to others maybe. But never to her, he thought as he got closer to her. He kneeled on the ground beside her and took her hand in his to see the damage that she had just done to herself.
And I am the one who's supposed to be in an asylum? He thought as he raised his eyebrows at her behavior. She was acting like a wild animal.
Just as he touched her bloody arm she fainted.
Chris= William
Wyatt= Andrew
Prue= P. Bowen
Piper= P. Bexter
Phoebe= P. Russel
Victoria= Valerie
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT RATED R.
Impatiently, he waited for Rebecca to come within his reach. Then, he took her hand as quickly as a striking snake. She turned to him in surprise as a gasp filtered out of her lips. He clapped his other hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.
Then, with the hand that held her wrist he quickly snapped her body into action to pull her close to him where he met her scared eyes directly. All he needed was to keep her eyes held with his.
He kept her dull brown eyes staring into his as he started to throw his power into her mind. It's okay, it's okay, he slowly sent her the thought. Instantly, she eased in his grip. I have something I need you to do for me. He told her silently and within instants she was his. She nodded her head in agreement and then he let her go.
"Rebecca, you want to die tonight."
"What? Andrew, you are scaring me." Rebecca answered, aloud slightly fighting his powers for the moment.
"No, shhh. No protests. You will to do what I say." he said, whispering as he held his fingertips to her lips to silence her. She did instantly. Then, she gave his fingers a light kiss. The slut! He instantly wanted to hit her, but he didn't. Soon, she'd get what she deserved, the harlot.
Her eyes that had moments ago shone with fear were now spiked into an eerie calm from the trance he'd placed her in. Her dark brown eyes glistened in the moonlight as she shared a small smile with him. She was so weak. It was a wonder someone hadn't already taken advantage of her before him.
Using the grip he quickly established over her shoulders, he turned her towards the red brick house she lived in with Valerie. In the moonlight, it almost looked like a haunted house long gone and since abandoned by anyone who had ever lived in it. He smiled pulling Rebecca in for a bear hug.
It soon would have that fate.
The house wasn't as vacant as it had been before.
He now felt Valerie's presence inside. She must have just come home from her grandmother's, he thought. How sweet. He almost felt like the hungry wolf in Little Red Riding Hood as he waited in the woods with his prey. Too bad he didn't know where her little old granny was. If he did she would have been his first victim of love.
He could feel her mother was there somewhere among the dark rooms also. Valerie's father wasn't home yet, but soon he would be. He would be the icing on the cake that night.
Andrew smiled as he felt his luck would soon change for the better. Soon the only person in the world that was there for Valerie would be him. She would have to be with him then.
"Oh, Rebecca, don't you love happy endings?" he asked, "Of course, you won't be witnessing any anytime soon. Don't worry about that though. I'm letting you off easy compared to your parents."
"Happy endings?" she drawled out, barely even able to say the words together in unison.
"Yes, my dear. Valerie and my happy ending." he told her. "Now, be quiet. We don't want to overwork that pretty old head of yours, now do we?" at her blank fish trapped in a bowl stare he added. "Don't answer that."
He looked back at the house as a light came on in the upstairs back window. When he looked up he saw Valerie surface behind the window panes glass. Her beautiful blond hair was down tonight in strands of straight golden blond and she wore a plain white strapless dress. Even from the beginning of the woods, he could still see the wavering violet-blue color of her eyes. Never before had he seen another with the same color eyes. They made her look like an angel.
He'd been waiting too long to see her. He'd waited too long to be reunited. So as soon as he saw her, he created a small fireball inside the palm of his hand. He flicked the fireball in and out of existence on his palm to get her attention in the darkness.
She saw the light instantly. It had used to be his call to her when he'd come to visit her at night. When she hadn't been afraid of him or angry at him for killing others. It had been their little secret.
He could see her squint and lean forward a little on the window. Perhaps, she thought she was imagining it. He knew she must have felt as if she were dreaming as she looked out onto the scene. He stayed on the ground and made a larger fireball that lit the scene around him.
It showed her that he had someone that belonged to her. Her very sister, his bait.
As soon as she saw them together, she started banging on the window. She was trying so hard to get her sisters attention. She was trying so hard to get her sister to get away from him, but what she didn't know was that he already had complete control over her younger sister.
He took Rebecca's elbow in his hand as he started towards the house. Above them, Valerie had disappeared from the window. She was on her way down to them. Of course, it wasn't his plan to be there when she came to the spot in the woods that she'd seen them. It was his plan to get in the house at the exact time she left it so he had the opportunity to surprise her.
"Off we go, my dear." he told Rebecca as he hurried her towards the house.
He pushed Rebecca forward towards the house where he then went with her to the front entrance just as Valerie existed the back entrance. He smiled as he entered the darkened hallway with Rebecca.
So far, so good.
Inside, he took off his black top hat since it was only custom to. Then, he placed it on the hat rack beside the door with a smile. He glanced around the house not seeing Valerie's mother anywhere and then he saw the perfect spot for Rebecca to kill herself.
The staircase. He had only been on it once before but he remembered how the beam at the top was low enough for a rope to be hanged and high enough for a short girl like Rebecca to be able to successfully hang herself.
Andrew quietly went up the stairs where at the top he found the low beam that he planned on hanging a rope easily from. He quickly tested it with his own weight by hanging off of it with one arm. For a moment, he almost felt like an ape. Then, he let himself gracefully drop back onto the top step. There he smiled, brushed his black suit down, and picked his lucky silver walking cane back up.
This was almost too easy.
"Rope," he said quietly. He wasn't willing for Valerie's mother to come out of no where and break the trance that Rebecca was under. The rope instantly appeared in his hand as he smiled down on it. Then he quickly, threw it up over the wooden beam and made the noose. "Perfect."
He galloped down the stairs speedily in his excitement to Rebecca's side to lead her up the stairs to her death. He went directly behind her and settled his hands on her shoulders tightly steering her body to the top of the creaking stairs. He settled her right underneath the rope and then pulled it down slightly to wrap it around her throat. It fit snuggly around her throat as he licked his cold lips.
"Perfect fit." he told her as he adjusted it a little around her pale white throat.
Now, all Rebecca had to do was take one step forward and she would be dead. One of the three he planned on killing that night would be dead. He sighed happily. This was almost like child's play.
He heard Valerie coming back into the house. It was almost blissful to be this close to her again that he could feel a slight impression of her feelings. She was scared. She didn't know what to expect and her heart was beating a mile a minute.
He nodded his head at Rebecca. Who instantly took the necessary last step to her death. As he watched, her small body started swinging back in forth in front of him like a pendulum. He laughed a bitter laugh and gave her a quick swing to speed up the process.
Rebecca made no noise of regret or pain. She just swung back in forth still in the trance as her oxygen slowly was being choked out of her. Instead, of making a noise she smiled at him as her noose strangled her to death.
He shook his head at his beautiful masterpiece of death and power then he smiled at her as he tipped an imaginary hat to her.
Then, he slowly started down the stairs. He knew that Valerie wouldn't be able to see Rebecca from downstairs . She could only hear the slight breeze and creak as Rebecca's body swung. He knew if he took his time going down the staircase she would only fear him and the worst for her little sister.
She wouldn't try to go up the stairs he was blocking. She wouldn't want to see what he had done to her poor younger sister. She wouldn't be able to get past him either. Not unless he wanted her to see his handiwork. By the time it would take for her to get past him her precious sister would be dead.
He skipped down the last few steps singing the last dance tune that they'd danced to together at the dance club .
He was surprised when out of the darkness she came slamming into him as she tried to push him out of her way. She pounded his chest with her hands but he quickly took them captive. He took her small hands and kissed both of them congenially.
"No, Andrew. Let me go," she whimpered.
He smiled. Even now, knowing that he was there up to no good she still could barely resist the attraction they both had towards each other. He opened her fists and kissed the palms of her hands lightly as he let his kisses trail up to her wrists.
"But I love you." he responded, looking down into her dark violet eyes.
"No." she whispered, weakly.
"I do. You know I won't stop till you admit you feel the same way. That's why I am here. Come with me now and I won't harm anyone else." he said, softly. "I can feel your feelings, my nymphet. Your heart right now is beating faster then before. You're excited to see me, aren't you?" he asked enfolding her mouth with his as he pressed her up against the banister.
"Kiss me back," he commanded, trying to use his powers on her too.
But they didn't work. They barely ever worked on her anymore. She didn't kiss him back. Instead, she turned her head to the side as she tried to breathe.
He laughed as he rolled his hands through her golden hair," So powerful. No wonder we're meant to be together." She struggled in his grip but he kept her pressed to the wall. "Stop it! Stop this game. Stop being so damned good and be with me, Valerie."
"Never."
"Oh, stop this madness. You weren't meant to be good. You were meant for evil just as I was. I won't stop till I have you, you know that." he oathed, as she shook her head violently.
"Just kill me." she spat out at him. "That's the only power you'll ever have over me."
"What? Don't be ridiculous then I would never have you."
"You will never have me. You lost your chance with me the moment you killed. Why not stop tormenting me with your so-called love and let me go?"
"As you would say, never." he remarked, tipping her head up to look straight in his eyes.
As soon as he'd distracted her gaze, he drew out a knife from his black overcoat and sharply cut her hand. Then his own and placed them roughly together as she breathed out in a hiss of pain. Their blood mixed together as he smiled. She was now his. Blood in, blood out.
She struggled more against him as she realized what he had done but he held her tightly in his grasp and took her bleeding hand to his mouth and licked the blood trailing from the gash he'd made on her palm. "You taste so good."
"It hurts." she said, her eyes fiercely glowering at him.
"Love is meant to hurt."
"You have it all wrong."
"I love you. I don't." he answered, quickly twirling her out into the hallway. There she broke away from his hands grip and leaned against the wall as she held her bloody hand. The creaking of Rebecca's swinging corpse was the only thing that they both could hear in the silence.
"Someone else has my heart now." she said, smiling in victory knowing that she had hit him hard with the truth.
"You better hope that that's not true or you'll know how it feels to lose your true love, too." he said, making his way to her as she moved away from him.
But, in the end, she wasn't quick enough. He slammed her against the wall," Who is it, Valerie?"
"I'll never tell." she responded, leaning against the wall as she looked down her nose at him.
"You think so?" he asked, his eyes burning in his insanity.
"Yes."
"Not even to save your sister's life?" he asked.
Valerie looked at him in surprise for a moment. It turned into horror as she heard the creaking of the beam above them. Now, she realized what the noise meant. She couldn't see it, but her sister was the one swinging upstairs. She pushed him out of her way and started up the stairs.
He let her go. Right now, now that he knew she had gotten over him he felt his anger beating through him like fire. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him. He needed to hurt her. Then, they would be even. Then, he would force her to love him.
He watched her as she ran up the stairs frantically to her sisters side. He then followed her to see her pale face as she saw Rebecca at the top shaded in the grim shadows of night and the strong silvery beams of moonlight as Rebecca swung back and forth dead. A small scream came from her all too familiar pink lips as she tried to pull her sister down from the beam. But she wasn't strong enough. Instead, she had sent her sister swinging faster and faster around her.
The smile of pure joy that Rebecca had given Andrew before she'd died was still present of her mouth as she swung. She almost looked like an insane version of a jack in the box.
Andrew couldn't help laughing at Valerie's terror and desperation as she frantically tried to get her sister down. He decided to end her struggles. With a wave of his hand, Rebecca came down hard onto the ground a few feet away from Valerie.
He decided to give them a moment alone as he took the stairs two at a time. Downstairs, he found a familiar face peaking around the corner. After hearing all the bumps and creaks coming from upstairs, Valerie's mother had finally come out to play. In her hand, she had a frying pan to protect herself.
Valerie's mother saw him and was taken a back for a moment. That was all the time he needed. He touched her cheek softly like a lover and looked down into her violet eyes. They were so like Valerie's. He'd never noticed that before.
"You are sick of all the noise. You want to stop it." he said, as a knife appeared in his hand.
He sternly gave it to her and nodded his head towards the stairs where Valerie was sobbing loudly. She looked at the gleaming knife and then smiled. He knew he was making her dreams come true by letting her kill the child she hated most. Sadly, he thought, she wouldn't get the chance to kill her.
Valerie's mother was only the going to serve Valerie proof that he could do anything he wanted to anyone she loved. Her mother was also the proof that he had no remorse about it either. He hoped she'd get the clue that he wasn't going to let her go without a fight. If he did let her go, of course.
Valerie's mother slowly made her way stealthy up the stairs so that she could get the element of surprise over Valerie. Andrew laughed as she went thinking that maybe he should keep her mother alive since she seemed to be such a good murderer. He wondered if her mother had ever murdered before.
Then, he took a bite of an apple laying on a silver plate on the redwood table. A moment went by, in the silence then he looked up at the front door to see Valerie's father coming in from work.
In the background, he heard Valerie crying out in alarm for help as she realized what her mother was up to. He heard her trying to talk her mother down. Her father, still oblivious to the situation, was tired and instantly annoyed thinking that it was just another argument between them.
Andrew instantly used Valerie's fathers fatigue and anger against him. He went to the man laying a neighborly hand on his arm. "You are sick of all their bickering. If you kill your wife it will stop."
Valerie's father nodded taking the axe that Andrew offered and started up the staircase after his wife.
The whole time Andrew couldn't help laughing insanely about it to the point he couldn't breathe. He calmed himself as best he could and then went to stand in front of the fireplace. He didn't feel the need to watch the murders going on upstairs. He had seen too much death and fights in his life to know it was better to let everything be until it grew quiet. Then, there would be nothing to worry about or fight off once it was all over.
The dancing flames in fireplace reminded him of is sanity that was slowly dwindling down as they leap around him. They slowly warm his body till he could barely stand it, but he still stood beside it in his own trance.
Oh well. Their death's weren't his fault.
He would never have done any of this if it hadn't been for her. It was Valerie's fault her family was killing each other.
Andrew took a deep breath and another bite from the apple as he heard a few faint screams of terror and pain coming from above him. Knowing that the mother and father were now after each other with their weapons and Valerie was safe and sound somewhere upstairs, he sat in the rocking chair beside the fireplace and tried it out.
He waited a long time in the darkness. He could hear the footsteps of both parents as they went after each other. Once in a while, he heard a bitter comment or a cry of pain. But mostly, it was just the movement that he heard that seemed to play in his head like a familiar show tune. He let her watch the killings. Both her mother and her father were well suited in the battle, he noticed quietly as he watched the time on the clock go by slowly.
He was almost tempted to go upstairs and finish it for them the way time kept going by. But he decided it would effect Valerie better if she saw them do it to one another. Then, she would know the true power he had that he would use against her until she was his.
When the battle was finally over, the mother came flying down the staircase. He came to stand beside her where a bloody puddle was filming from her body. Uninterested in how the mother fared, he quickly made his way back up the stairs to Valerie.
There, Valerie was shaking.
She was against the window in the middle of the hallway. Shadows crisscrossed all over her face, as she leaned against the cold glass shaking. She looked even more fragile then usual with her knees pulled up to her chest and her hands holding them to her in protection.
She slowly rocked back and forth in the moonlight.
Her father laid on his stomach inches away from her. His black eyes staring into nothingness as blood swelled around his head. His axe hanging out of his back.
The mother had definitely given the father a beating. Andrew grinned down a the bloody mess. So that's where Valerie got it from.
Valerie saw him coming and started to back away. Which wasn't very far since she was already up against the window. Blood was all over the hardwood floor around her. Andrew noticed, he also noticed it caking all over her hands and bare feet as well as her white dress. So much blood.
She looked like a crazed murderer as she rocked back and forth faster as he came closer to her. A few single tears fell down her cheeks as he reached out to clear them away.
She looked insane. Like an insane asylum patient that had got away and had just went into a rage and killed people. When she saw him not stop moving towards her she slowly turned to the window and she started pounding on it as if the outside world would come and save her. Her pounding got even more fierce until the glass broke and fell to the ground outside.
She looked at her hand confused at the blood that appeared there from a cut she received from the broken window.
Something wasn't quite right inside of her now. She was in shock and the world around her barely seemed to be registering to her now. The only thing that did register to her was that he was there and he was a threat.
A threat to others maybe. But never to her, he thought as he got closer to her. He kneeled on the ground beside her and took her hand in his to see the damage that she had just done to herself.
And I am the one who's supposed to be in an asylum? He thought as he raised his eyebrows at her behavior. She was acting like a wild animal.
Just as he touched her bloody arm she fainted.