This chapter is devoted solely to Adrienne, and how she became the way she was. I really enjoyed writing this, as I found her character really interesting. I might do another fan-fic based solely on her... :)

I hope it isn't difficult to follow, the italic words are the past, and the normal is the present. I hope it is easy to read.

Enjoy...

x

Chapter Twenty Eight

Adrienne walked towards the ranch house, oblivious to the way her sweat pants dragged along the ground, soaking up the morning dew. None of her clothes seemed to fit any more.

Nothing seemed to fit anymore.

Glancing up at the crystal white walls, glittering in the morning light, she felt an evil emanating from the house. An indescribable sense of dread. She could barely proceed any closer.

The thick curtains cloaked the windows of all light, every door way sealed shut. A fortress, not a home.

Adrienne allowed the soft, lush grass to caress her bare feet as she stared upon her daughter's new home. Adrienne remembered the young girl she had met earlier, Ginny, was her name, or perhaps... Jill. Adrienne frowned as she tried to pick through her memory.

No, Ginny was the name of the girl.

This was no place for children. Even though the ranch appeared clean and beautiful, Adrienne could feel the danger.

Pulling the fleece closer around her, she cursed her stupidity for not remembering to put shoes on. Adrienne felt hopeless. Standing before a possible future her past wouldn't allow her to accept.

God, she could remember so clearly the moment she had met Nya's father. The man she had loved. The man who had destroyed her.

"Accept me as I am! Accept this part of me!" His words screamed as his eyes were filled with fear. His hand clutched a small child, dead, its blood spilling from her lover's mouth...

Adrienne cringed and turned from the ranch. She couldn't look upon the pure, crystal white walls with such hideous memories. The pain of that moment ripped through her skull, a migraine so severe she clutched her head in a vain attempt to stop the pain.

"I love you, Adrienne. More than the others". His hand outstretched before her, she stared dumbfounded at the blood dripping from his long fingers.

Adrienne shook her head, as her hands clamped over her ears. It was like she could hear his voice again. Whispering to her as a lover, cursing her as a demon.

"Bitch!" A hard slap knocked her back, her body slamming aggressively into the tiles. "How dare you turn me away!"

His words were bitter, hate filled, his eyes pure blood, as he stalked towards her, frozen by fear, she lay on the floor.

Too terrified to move, her jaw radiated pain, her heart broken into so many pieces.

"You will regret this! I loved you! I was a fool... but no more!"

His eyes had focused on her with a bitter hatred she had never thought he could possess. Where was the lover she had once knew?



Adrienne ran straight for the cottage door. Slamming her body into the wood, she rushed through the door way, for the bed. Collapsing upon it, she curled her body protectively. Tears of pain and anguish cascaded down her cheeks. She couldn't stop them. The memories assaulted her. Painfully real, it was like it all happened yesterday.

And to her, it was like it had. She hadn't been this lucid since that fateful night. How long she had prepared to meet her lover, she had worked herself to the bone all day, finishing her case load so she could have time to prepare. The long bath, the coconut shampoo he had loved the scent of. Adrienne cried out, as she rocked back and forth on the bed.

She prayed it would stop! Make the memories go! Please...

He shook her violently, her blond curls bouncing around her, like she was no more than a rag doll. "Look at me! Look at me, like you did before! "

She screamed out as his nails dug into her skin. Her blood mingling with the blood already on his hands.

She gagged as she looked down at the baby, thrown so casually to the floor. Its eyes... god its eyes! Open and crystal blue.

Adrienne screamed out in agony, her own baby was moving restlessly within her. Kicking as if it knew the danger they were in.

"Please, I beg you..." She whimpered as she stared into his eyes.

She cursed her heart, even though he was a killer, a man who had broken her heart into minuscule pieces. Each piece was still his. She belonged to him. She loved him. A tear slid down her cheek.

Her and her baby were going to die...

Adrienne turned her face into her pillow, the sweet smell of the cotton, failed to sooth her pain. She remembered everything so vividly. She had worn the little black dress that was his favourite, even though her baby bump was so noticeable, he still found her beautiful in it.

She had ran to his house, once the taxi had pulled up outside, letting herself in she saw the firelight licking the antique furnishings.

She imagined their baby running through the wooden corridors, playing on the beautiful rug. Blond curls bouncing behind her as her father ran after her. He would twirl her around, till they fell to the floor, laughing.

Adrienne was choking on her tears. No sound was coming from her anymore, the extent of her feelings drowning her. Her mouth open, her eyes red she prayed for mercy. Prayed for forgiveness for her stupid, stupid mistake!

She punched the pillow beneath her head. There was no laughing, no running or playing. It had all been a lie...



His hands had loosened upon her skin, his nails retracing, for a brief moment, her hopeful heart had believed he would spare her and the baby. Before his hand had come down, ripping the dress from her body. The black, lace pooled at her feet, soaking up the blood.

She screamed, grasping her stomach. Her hands across her belly, desperate to protect the baby within.

Begging, she began to step away from him, backing across the room.

The hard wood floor, that had once seemed romantic and warm, seemed cold and unforgiving beneath her feet.

Hysteria was beginning to take over, survival of her baby paramount, she glanced side to side searching for an exit. A way out. Anything...

Before she could run, his fist punched her to the ground and everything went black.

Adrienne came back to reality as the sound of a sweet foreign lullaby filled her ears.

She turned her head, and winced as indescribable pain rushed over her. She went to touch her head, to find the cause of her pain, when she felt the restraints tying her down. Panic welled within her.

Slowly she recalled where she was.

The sweet, sticky substance along her back was blood.

The taste in her mouth was her own blood.

Her breathing heavy, she opened her eyes and screamed.

He was before her, dancing, a baby in his arms.

Panic filled her.

Trembling upon the floor, she watched his malevolent dance, the sick lullaby, the dead child he cradled.

Each step made her violently sick, each twirl and lyric he sang made her realise the extent of his insanity.

He turned to her, eyes blood red, as he dropped the child's body to the floor, the sick thud make her be sick. Turning her head to the side, she was violently ill. She couldn't stand it any more.

His sick laughter made her whimper. "Can't handle the entertainment, my dear?" He laughed as she cried upon the ground, her forehead slick with sweat, as she cried for her child's fate.

"I should have known we wouldn't be well suited. Love is a cruel master, don't you think? You think you love someone, and before you know it, you are given the cruel slap of rejection"

His smile showed his fangs, and yet his eyes were glistening with tears. Blood red tears that trailed down his porcelain cheeks, soaking into the crisp white collar of his shirt.

"Love does not save. It condemns. And condemn you, I shall".

Adrienne shivered on the bed as she recalled those words.

He had condemned her.

She remembered how he had stood over her, his hand outstretched as if calling to the heavens. The whip of lightning that had lit the dark room. His black hair had whipped around his body before he had cursed her.

Slit his own wrist and poured the sick mixture into her mouth.

Adrienne clutched her knees in fear, she could barely remember much after that. Her condition had worsened over the years. The darkness spreading, taking hold.

She had been forced to move away.

Drinking more and more alcohol to silence the whispers.

Adrienne wept for how she had treated Nya over the years. She had been a terrible mother.

One foolish mistake, giving her heart to a monster, had cost her not only her life, but the life of her baby.

She remembered clearly the first moment she had seen him. He had rescued her from attackers, staring up at him from the wet pavement she had thought him her hero. Her savour. His tall silhouette haunted her still. His outstretched hand, his crystal white smile...

She shivered through her tears, she had loved him for years... and that love had taken a long time to die. She had hoped it had all been a terrible nightmare, she had even returned to the house, ran through the wooden corridors, searching every room... and there was no trace. There was never any trace left.

Both of them had died that night in that house, as she had predicted.

She still was dead.

A hollow shell of the woman she had once been.

But Nya... Nya had a chance. She could be free of all of this.

If only Adrienne could get her away!

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it. I would love to hear your comments, so please review... :)

Take care...

Emmalisa x