If at first you don't succeed...

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye or anything affiliated with Red Eye.

A/N: Wow it has been a long time since I've updated. I blame college finals : ) Thanks to all of you who reviewed my last chapter and to all of you who read it. Well here it is, enjoy!

Darkness

Thumpthumpthump was the sound of Lisa's heart as it beat erratically. He's here he's here. Why didn't I take my cell phone with me? Lisa began to fervently search for a weapon of some sort. My scissors! Lisa threw open the drawer and let out a small yelp. The scissors were gone. Along with her razor, nail clippers, and any other object that was remotely sharp or that could be used as a weapon.

Anxiety clutched at her heart and she threw her hands over her mouth to try and quite the petrified scream that was bubbling in her throat. Silent tears began to stream down her face. Where is he! She thought panicking. Straining her ears for any sound other then the television she heard the sound of yet another stair creaking. If at all possible her heart speed up even more. If Jackson didn't hurry then he may be too late to kill her, her own heart would take care of that.

Then everything went dark and the soft sound of the television was suddenly quite. Oh no, no, no, no. Biting back a sob she tried to keep the panic that was trying to take over at bay. Think Lisa think! On a spur of the moment thought she grabbed one of the Frankenstein pens and stuck it in the front pocket of her levis. It wasn't much of a weapon, but it was all she had. Lisa's tears stopped and she let a smile cross her lips. How ironic would it be if the pen that he planted in her apartment to bring about her downfall would be his own.

With adrenalin pumping in her veins Lisa whipped her sweaty palms against the side of her Levis. Hesitantly she started across the bathroom and edged her way towards her bedroom. She could see next to nothing in this darkness and all she could hear was a thudding sound, she wasn't sure if it was the sound of the stairs creaking or the frantic beating of her heart.

While crossing the bathroom she heard the distinct sound of footsteps that weren't her own. It was strange, she felt frightened but at the same time she felt slightly tired. Her eyes began to blur making it even harder to see in this endless darkness. Shaking her head to try and clear the fogginess she steeped over the threshold of the bathroom into the bedroom.

Lisa's heart began beating rapidly as her blurry eyes fanatically searched through the darkness of the room to try and catch any sign of movement. There were no more creaking of the floorboards or footsteps, only deadly silence.

Stepping on the tips of her toes so as not to make any sound she began to slowly make her way to the bedroom door. Fighting to keep her eyes open she continued feeling her way towards the door. Please let him have gone away. But she knew he hadn't. He was hiding somewhere, just waiting, waiting for her.

Finally she had reached the door, but a sudden wave of dizziness overcame her and Lisa had to grasp at the wall just to keep in an upright position. What's wrong with me? Fighting to subside the dizziness she blinked a few times to clear her vision. I have to get out of here!

Keeping close to the wall she was suddenly grabbed from behind.

Screaming loudly Lisa began to thrash and wriggle her way out of his arms. This only resulted in him tightening his arms around her waist and pinning her arms to her side.

"Tsk tsk." Jackson chided without even the slightest rasp in his voice. "I'm disappointed Lise. Don't you know that running away never solves your problems?"

His voice sent chills up Lisa's spine. Fighting her dizziness she weakly struggled against him, but it was no use. He had her pinned solidly against his hard chest.

"Calm down Lise. Stop struggling." He commanded and tightened his grip on her waist even more causing her to cry out in pain.

I have to get out of here! I just need to catch him of guard like I did last time. A plan began forming its way in her foggy head.

"Why are you doing this?" Lisa managed to choke out. Jackson let out a humorless chuckle, which Lisa could feel vibrate in his chest.

"Still asking questi..."

Then she struck. With all her remaining strength she threw her head back and struck him squarely in the jaw. He immediately released her and she began stumbling out the bedroom door with heart pounding madly and vision blurry. Lisa heard Jackson let out a snarl behind her, and turned just in time to see Jackson lunge himself at her. Instinctively she began stepping backwards to try and avoid the unavoidable collision, which brought her to the edge of the top stair.

As Jackson's body crashed into hers Lisa lost the little balance that she had and they both began tumbling down the stairs. At one point of their graceful decent Lisa's head slammed into the bottom of the railing, causing her to see blurry stars, and then she continued falling. Finally the stairs stopped and with a loud "Omf" the air was knocked out of her as she landed on top of Jackson.

They both remained stationary starring into each other's eyes and trying to regain their bearings, and their breath. Then with a burst of renewed energy Lisa shoved herself off of Jackson and started for the door. She had only taken about a step when Jackson flipped over, grabbed her left ankle, and pulling her foot out from under her. With a scream Lisa landed hard on the linoleum floor. She didn't know how much more abuse her poor head could take.

Jackson's grip tightened on her ankle and he began pulling her towards himself. Lisa kicked out with her right foot and smiled as her foot connected with Jackson's head.

Jackson let out a curse as Lisa yanked her ankle away from him and once again started for the door, but stopped right before the door as a wave of dizziness with renewed strength washed over her. She could barely keep her eyes open. She was just so tired. When Jackson spun her around and slammed her against the door she didn't even fight.

Lisa let out a muffled cry as heard connected with the hard wooden door. With his body pinning Lisa to the door Jackson brought his hand up and curled it around Lisa's throat. Through her hazy eyes she was able to see two piercing blue eyes glaring into her own. Please just let this all be over. I just want to sleep. Just as she was thinking this body began to go limp.

The only reason Lisa was still standing up was because Jackson's body was pressed against hers trapping her between him and the door. Jackson's intense blue eyes bore into hers. Then smirking he cocked his head to the side and at the he loosened his grip on her throat.

"Oh, feeling dizzy." He asked with mock concern.

What? How... how did he know. Lisa's body was becoming weaker by the second. Jackson shifted his position and wrapped his arms around her sore waist to keep her upright and pulled her closer to him. In the back of her mind she knew that she should be trying to get away but she was just so dizzy and tired.

Lisa leaned into Jackson's muscled body and let her head loll onto his shoulder, and he in turn tightened his embrace and pulled her closer. Eyes beginning to flutter shut she managed to get out one more question.

"How did you know... that I'm tired and dizzy?" She asked softly.

"Did you enjoy your cup of coffee?" He responded as if they were simply discussing the weather and hadn't just been fighting tooth and nail.

The hypnotic movement of his body as he breathed was extremely calming making it even harder for her to stay conscious.

"Coffee?" Was all she was able to utter. He was so warm and the smell of his cologne was so nice, and she was so tired. She felt Jackson laugh at her muddled question.

"Yes Lise, coffee. It's what you have every night at almost the exact same time, and then you go upstairs to brush your teeth. You know, it's amazing that you've been here only a few days and already you've formed a daily routine. Routine's are dangerous Lise, they make you predictable." Jackson stated as he began stroking her hair while she became less and less conscious.

Right before the darkness engulfed her in the back of her hazy mind she finally understood what had happened.
He had drugged her coffee mix.

Lisa's body went completely limp and with one swift motion Jackson picked her up and carried her to the couch. After depositing her on the couch Jackson went to the broom closet and picked up a black duffle bag that he had placed there earlier.

Taking the steps two at a time he returned to Lisa's bedroom and began rummaging around through her drawers,; pulling out articles of clothing and hastily shoving the clothing in the duffle bag. Jackson then went into the bathroom and dumped all of the Frankenstein pens into the bag. He couldn't leave anything suspicious, and twenty some odd novelty pens might look slightly suspicious.

After emptying the drawer of pens he grabbed a few essentials, soap, shampoo, hairbrush, etc. and placed them in the bag. Quickly scanning the room for anything he missed Jackson returned downstairs to where Lisa was.

Pulling out his cell phone he quickly dialed a familiar number.

"She's out, let's get started." And with that he flipped the phone shut, grabbed the duffle bag and Lisa's purse then headed for the door.

After depositing the bags into his 2005 black Jetta Jackson returned to Lisa's apartment. Placing one arm under her knees and the other wrapped around her back he picked her up and made his way back to his car. To any onlookers it would appear as though a loving husband was gently carrying his one and only.

Placing Lisa in the passenger seat he reached over her unconscious form and began searching through the glove compartment. Finding the set of handcuffs he shut the glove compartment. Clamping one of the cuffs around Lisa's left wrist he then clamped the other cuff around the metal pole of the headrest.

Crossing to the driver's side he started the ignition and buckled Lisa in. Safety first. Pulling out of the parking lot he glanced at the office and saw Wilson talking with the manager about possibly renting an apartment. He'd call Wilson after he and Lisa had been on the road a bit. Glancing over at his captive he quickly assessed how badly she was hurt. There was a small gash on her head with some dried blood around it. She had plenty of bruises on her arms and he was sure was sore and bruised other places where he couldn't see.

His jaw was incredibly sore from where she had head butted him. Even though he was madder then hell at her for doing that he couldn't help but let a smirk cross his lips as he though of the irony of it all. He also had a small cut under his right eye where she had kicked him, and of course he was sore from that little tumble they took down the stairs.

Rolling down the window he decided it was time to call Wilson.

Lisa groaned as she began to regain consciousness. Her head started pounding and she was sore all over. What could I have done to make myself sore?… Jackson. Then it all came flooding back to her. No, no it had to have just been a dream. Please let it have been a dream.

Opening her eyes she found herself staring into icy blue ones.

A/N: Well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are always appreciated. : ) Lena