Author: Selene
Rating: PG (for now)
A/N: We've seen the tease that Brooke can be. What if one of her rejects took it to heart?
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Brooke closed the front door quietly and walked through the darkness to the stairs. Please let them be out, I can't bear for a confrontation now. Living with her parents was hell and she tried to avoid them as much as she could. She was halfway up the stairs when she heard a whisper. Brooke.
Turning, her face already set in a forced smile. Thinking she'd see her parents, she was baffled when she who it was. "Who are you?"
Silence echoed then a resounding smack filled the air. Brooke crumpled to the floor. Her hand crept up to her face. What the hell was that for? A single teardrop trailed down her cheek.
"Get up." The shadowy figure commanded. A gloved hand reached down and grabbed her by the hair. "Time to learn the first of many lessons." Yanking her up, ignoring her screams of pain.
Grasping her chin in his hand cruelly, he looked into her eyes. "You're such a fucking tease."
Brooke looked up, the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. A black mask obscured the person's identity. "Please, why are you doing this?" she pleaded.
"Because it gives me joy to see you in pain." His scratchy voice grated on her fears. Brooke grabbed wildly for his mask. But he evaded her, holding her at arm length's.
Whispering in her ear, "When you're alone tonight in your bed, think of me. The next time I come for you, you'll know true pain." He pushed her to the floor and left the room, vanishing back into the shadows.
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If she closed her eyes, she could almost believe it had never happened. The bruise on her cheek was no dream, carefully-applied makeup would cover it. She had no idea of who her attacker was. All she had to go on was that, she'd probably met him at a party and not been interested. But how he knew her name and where she lived? What am I going to do?