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Love and Death-Chemicals

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Chapter 7

She tried to get up but he shoved her down and climbed over her, pressing his hand over her mouth and holding her down. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear and she squirmed.

"Guess what? All those things I said I'd do to you? Well I wasn't lying."

Her eyes widened in fear and she squirmed even more trying to get him off of her. He put more of his weight on her and placed a finger to his lips, warning her not to scream. He removed his hand from her mouth and reached down in between them and unbuttoned her jeans.

She moved and bit his ear and he cried out, grabbing it. She took the lapse and punched him in the nose, ignoring the immediate pain in her hand as she pushed him off of her and ran for the bedroom. She was almost there when he grabbed her and slammed her against the wall.

"Now come on, would you really want that penguin over me?"

She spotted the knife that Oswald used to peel an apple earlier and she punched him again in the nose.

She grabbed the knife off the counter just as he put his hands on her again. He shoved her onto the floor and once again had his weight on her. The knife was in her hand, but her hand was being pressed to the ground with his arm but he hadn't noticed it.

He leaned down and kissed her and once again reached a hand between them, the hand that held her arm down. She plunged the knife into his chest.

She watched as his eyes widened and he brought a hand to his chest before collapsing on top of her.

She cried out as she felt the warmth of his blood flow onto her hand and her. She pushed with all of her strength until she was able to get him off of her.

Knife still clutched in her hand she scooted backwards until she hit the wall.

She was still sitting there, eyes wide and arms wrapped around her legs, when Oswald came back.

"Isabelle. You're in luck. Your car was towed but don't worry I…" Oswald froze.

"Isabelle?"

She didn't look at him instead staring at the dead guy on the floor in front of her, the guy she killed. She'd been unable to look away.

She looked up as Oswald, who was now kneeling in front of her took the knife from her. "Isabelle what happened?" he asked in the gentlest voice he'd used yet.

"I…I fell asleep."

"And he got out," Oswald filled in.

She nodded. "I woke up and he was standing over me…he…he was going to…I had to…I'm sorry." Now she was crying.

"No, no it's okay," he said as he sat down and pulled her against him. "It's alright. You're in shock but you're safe now." His face showed nothing but anger. If she hadn't killed him he certainly would have.

At first he was hesitant not knowing how to comfort someone. He awkwardly put an arm around her.

They sat like for a while until Isabelle spoke. "I'm sorry Oswald." She moved out of his grip and looked at him, her eyes red and the skin around them puffy, her face flushed.

He chuckled. "You don't have to apologize. I was going to have to get rid of him anyway."

Isabelle rested against him again, pressing her face into his chest. Again he felt awkward, unsure of what to do.

She jerked away. "I killed someone."

"It's really not that bad, trust me."

She stood up. "Well yeah maybe for you but you kill people for insulting you! You're a psycho!" She threw her hands in the air then ran them through her hair as she paced. After a minute she stopped and turned back to Oswald. "I didn't mean that."

He stood up. "You're still in a bit of shock. After a moment he asked, "Do you think you can help me with him?"

~O.o~

After the driver and any evidence were disposed of Isabelle took a shower while Oswald made grilled cheese sandwiches but she refused hers and went straight to bed. After tossing and turning for a while she sat up. When Oswald stepped out of the bathroom freshly showered she spoke.

"Oswald?" she called as she sat up.

He came to the door of the bedroom. "Yes? Did you decide you want the grilled cheese after all?" he smiled.

She bit her lip before answering. "It was pretty cold last night."

"It was," he acceded.

"Can you…will you sleep in the bed with me tonight?"

Oswald stuttered and she couldn't see the blush that rose to his face. "I..uh…I do..I don't think that's a…"

"Please?"

He saw the desperate look in her eyes and the fear that usually gave him pleasure to see on others but not, he suddenly realized, on her. He nodded.

After he turned off the lights he slowly climbed into the bed next to her.

The tension between them was thick as they lay on opposite ends of the bed.

Isabelle moved closer to him. "I'm sorry for the psycho part," she whispered.

He turned onto his side to face her. "It's alright. How…" his throat was thick. This was the closest he'd ever been to a girl and his heart was pounding and he really wasn't sure how he felt about it all. "How are you feeling?" he finally got out.

She moved closer to him so her forehead was pressed against his chest. "I'm okay. It happened. It's over. Goodnight Oswald."

"Goodnight Isabelle," he said, hoping she couldn't hear the pounding of his heart. He was sure she could though. He lay there and listened to her breathing slow. When his pulse finally calmed down and he was sure she was asleep he put an arm around her waist and buried his nose in her hair, breathing in the rosemary scent of her shampoo and finally falling asleep himself.