Twisted
If you're this far into the story, I think you know what the summary is by now. :)
Characters: Victoria/CHRIS JERICHO (Reasons at the bottom), Kane/Lita, Undertaker, Eugene, Christy, Nidia, Stacy, ect.
I own nothing but my own talent, if any.
Thanks for all the awesome reviews! I really love the ones from the three others, Chemical, Careful, and When Mary Attacks! It's super knowing you guys can hear my thoughts and want to hear more.
And, as a note, I probably will end up writing all three and many more stories about the Kane/Lita relationship I mentioned in Chemical, but expect a full length story that is basically 'Countdown' and 'The Cradle Has Fallen' combined within a few months, maybe weeks! I want to hit ten chapters with this before staring a big project.
Enjoy reading Twisted.
Chapter Four: Perfect, Perhaps
"And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again"
-Foo Fighters, Everlong
"Why do I wear black? Well, because I'm in mourning for everyone who hasn't killed themselves yet."
-Anonymous
The sleek fabric between her hands smelled like leathers and laces only people in worlds away from her could have created. Victoria smiled and breathed in deeply as she pressed her face into the white silk of the dress on the rack before her.
It had been three days since she had been released from the hospital. She had slept and fought with nightmares. In her purse, slung over the shoulder of her well tailored, dark blue suit jacket was the dreadful note she had received in the hotel lobby. It had haunted her mind, but today she was determined to push it away from her.
The girls-minus Christy who was doing an autograph signing-had dragged Victoria from her bed about an hour before, and now they were wandering the city, under an agreement to meet each other at a restaurant for lunch. New York never ceased to amaze her, and right now, she stood under the dim lights of a dress shop.
Her hands had wandered over many yards of silken and cotton materials, passed over sparkling rhinestones and diamonds almost indistinguishable from each other, and feathers and furs, dyed bright colors. It was a pleasant, feminine task of searching for something perfect that took her mind of off her accident and it's aftermath. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn; but ghosts are a different story when they are vengeful.
Ghosts. What a strange thought.
She may have nightmares, may hear things, but that was just the repercussions form nearly drowning. Victoria knew she was being silly, but something felt very wrong.
Her eyes gazed at the white dress before her. It was ghostlike itself, but still beautiful.
She snatched it off the rack and marched to the register. Silly thoughts. Bad thoughts.
Dangerous thoughts, Victoria.
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A hundred dollars later as Victoria was wandering the city streets quietly, eyes on her ground before her. Beneath her arm she held the crinkling plastic bag, her skin pale and almost radiantly glowing in the sunlight bouncing off shop windows.
Reflections stared back at her, mirror images of what happened in the world around them. Victoria paid no heed, thoughts upon what was to come. She'd come back to Raw within a few days, and everything would go back to normal. Flirting with the guys who were not married as of yet, beating the shit out of anyone who got in her way, and spending so much time with her friends that she would wish she was back in the quiet hospital.
Normal. A beautiful word, a lovely world, perfection!
A smile graced her lips, and she lifted her head, leaning it back so her loose, long black hair brushed against her hip as she swung her head back up to stare the road ahead. The sidewalk was crowded, as always, but could have been worse. For the most part, she had enough room to be comfortably away from others, just like she wanted right now.
A little time to herself was a rare thing occasionally. Especially after she got into a car accident.
A frown met her mind. The man who hit her, apparently, died just about the same time she awoke form her coma. He seemed drunk, from the way he was driving, but there hadn't even been any alcohol in his body.
Mysteries, mysteries. They found no ID on him. The car was stolen from a few teenage boys in Maine. No one knew him. It was like he was a-
Ghost.
A brief moment of insanity crossed her mind as the whispered voice broke through her, but she ignored it. A ghost. Of course. She had thought of that.
No one else. Just her.
Just you.
-
"Oh God, girl, it's gorgeous."
Stacy's excited squeal alarmed Victoria from her daze as she picked at her lunch, spaghetti and a hunk of Italian sausage (AN: I am having the worst craving for spicy sausage and pasta right now.). The raven-haired beauty looked up quickly, as she peered with a raised brow at Stacy staring at the dress she had snatched earlier. She hadn't tried it on, only gazed at the silken white material and noted the price. If it was her size, she would have to thank those voices for picking a lovely evening gown for her.
Lita and Nidia chuckled as the redhead reached out to smack her lightly upside the head, "What, no leather and chains? I was hoping to go to a rock metal concert with you to. Oh well, we can always pull a Carrie and dump pigs blood on you, Vic. But mucho sexy pick."
Nidia gave the other girl a strange look, and went back to nibbling on a salad, "I don't know, Lita, I think she would rather be bloody less."
Victoria shook her head, "Lita, I'm not going to another one of your concerts, and thank you Nidia. Remember to restrain her next time we allow her out of her cage."
Lita squeaked, and the girls burst into laughter. Victoria eyed the dress in Stacy's lap, the blonde giving her a critical eye, "I'm bringing you along next time we wander the big apple. Which reminds me. I want pie. Anyone for desert?"
Nidia raised her eyebrow, "How do you get apples from pie…Never mind, I'm sure there is an obvious answer I'm not paying attention to."
Stacy flagged down the waitress, and Victoria was left to her musings for a moment or two before expressing her desire for chocolate to the friendly face of the waitress.
A few minutes later, she was staring down at a delicious sundae that she openly shared with her friends. A smile broke over her face. Things could be perfect, maybe, if all days were like this. Nidia was always so tired from working to gain back her job, not like now, as she stole Stacy's whipped cream and wiped it on her nose. Lita, who shared her treat, seemed quieter, more thoughtful, since her marriage to Kane. Almost afraid…just, well, different. Victoria loved her friends-they were sisters to her. But if everything could be perfect, as peaceful as Christy and Stacy's lives, well…
Victoria could die happier.
You'll die, don't worry darling.
Victoria ignored this voice, and dove her spoon deep into the ice cream. Suddenly, she needed something to cheer her up.
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The other girls opted to take their rental cars home. Victoria insisted upon driving alone, in her small, cramped car she had snagged at the last minute. The other girls shared disturbed glances, but could not move the Diva from her position.
By the time they left the restaurant, and had popped in enough stores to satisfy Stacy's love of shopping, dusk was already settling a little. Victoria walked quickly; aware of the dangers a lonely woman can have in a city at night. By the time she had reached her car, a serious unease had settled over her, and she moved lithely, with darting glanced to the dark corners of the streets.
The drive back to the hotel was quiet. Her radio was off, and she sat beside the white dress she had bought without a moment's hesitation. She glanced at it briefly, and smiled a secretive smile only a woman who had seen much love and hate can accomplish without looking phony.
She sighed, and leaned back in her chair. Streetlamps fell behind her as she moved through the small, winding road.
Her eyes blinked, and slowly she closed them for a relaxing moment and
-SCREECH!
The sound of a bang next to her ear, the horrible sound of metal against pavement the awful sounds flooded into her and she slammed on her brakes, turning the car in a full circle and leaving black marks on the road. Victoria trembled, eyes wide, a cold sweat over her.
The road was quiet. No other cars.
The sound had been imagine. But it had been so real, so vivid, so…
Slowly, she pulled the car to the side of the road.
By the dark forest and dim road before her, Victoria wept like a child as twilight gave way into darkness.
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A frivolous chapter. My apologies.
Why did I choose Chris for Victoria (He shall be introduced within one or two chapters)? He's smart, funny, sexy, everything Victoria is, and strong. He seems to me like the type of person you could be comforted by. I have the scene for the last chapter, and…you'll see. But he fits it perfectly. They'd make a good couple, don't you agree?
Kane/Lita fans can expect another one shot soon. A silly one I have in mind, but KL romance, anyways. :)
Well, thanks for reading, and to my reviewers (You know who you are! ) I LOVE YOU GUYS! Heh.
-Jinx
