Hey all, thanks for the great reviews. This chapter is short…but I promise to keep updating this puppy as people seem to like it. And as I've said before there's not enough Billyfic. So here's the next bit and I'll have more to you soon. I'm focusing on this and my Heroes fic right now. I've got them both planned out in my noggin. So thank you so much and enjoy. More gore and goodness to follow.

When I woke up it was hours later. It was still dark outside but the first edges of purple signifying the coming of dawn was touching the sky. Billy was pressed against my back, his arms wrapped around me. I was effectively trapped, but I didn't mind. I felt his warm breath against my neck. It was the only sound in the house, which held three corpses that we'd each played a part in killing.

And yet I was content, happy. I wanted to relish this. Because I knew the rules as well as Billy did. I was a virgin and now I wasn't. And the ending is never happy for the "bad guy" or girl as the case may be.

I felt a slight shift behind me, and I knew that Billy was awake. I stilled wondering what would happen now.

"No more dreaming." He whispered against my shoulder.

I turned to face him, starring up into his fathomless eyes. His hair hung in front of his face, but I could see the gleaming dark of his gaze glinting in the rooms faint light. He braced himself above me, keeping me trapped by his arm.

He gave a slight smile. "I was your first." He said.

I nodded slightly in response, not sure what I should say.

"Your not safe anymore." He trailed his fingers along my cheek as he spoke, and the words carried a tinge of sadness.

It had been worth it and I had no regrets. I reached up and placed my hand against his chest, above his heart. "I never was." I told him truthfully.

He paused, just looking down at me. I felt it again, that feeling of being measured, of being judged. I knew he was deciding something. I also knew he could have moved those long fingers down to my neck and squeezed the life from me easily. Madmen have great strength as Dwight Fry pointed out in Dracula. And Billy was most assuredly mad, at least to everyone else's standards. But then again…so was I, I suppose.

His decision was made then and he leaned down, curving his fingers around the back of my neck and pulling me close. When his lips touched mine they were just as warm as before but this kiss was different. It was slow, methodical, and savoring. I felt it all over, all the way down to my toes which curled in response as I pressed myself against him.

He pulled away after what seemed like far too short a time.

"You need to go home." He whispered against my mouth. "I've still got some work to do."

"I don't want to leave." I told him and I kissed him again, making my intentions clear.

Billy responded, but broke away a moment later. "No…" He said, reluctantly. "You've got to go home before someone sees you were near here."

"What are you going to do?" I asked him.

"I'm going to clean up." He smiled again, that half crazy smile that I was starting to recognize.

With a heavy sigh, I got up from the bed, wrapping myself in a sheet and searching for my strewn clothes. Billy's eyes followed me around the room and watched as I entered the bathroom to pull them on.

I was sore, sore in places I'd never been before. But it was a soreness that made me smile at myself in the mirror. I saw the marks on my neck, two "love bites" that stood out against the bruises from the now dead thugs fingers. I touched them gingerly, the skin still sensitive.

When I emerged from the bathroom I saw that Billy was dressed, sans his black costume and mask. His t-shirt was still blood splattered as was mine. He turned and came to stand beside me.

His expression was serious. "I'm trusting you," he began. "do you trust me?"

"Yes." I replied without hesitation.

"Go to school Gretchen. Trust me. Don't trust what you see." He took hold of my chin and kissed me goodbye. I turned to look at him as I opened the bedroom door just for a moment…then I stepped over the body and headed out of the house.

I had no idea what Billy had in mind, or what I was to him now. The other woman? And how would he "clean up?" These questions and others rushed through my mind as I took the back ways home. I made my way into the house with no one noticing.

I stripped off my clothes once inside, and flopped down onto my bed staring up at the ceiling. I still had three hours before I had to be at the school. What would it be like…and would people be able to tell the difference in me? There was no doubt I was changed. I then took a deep breath and stared around me at the faces of my closest friends. Movie posters littered the walls, all of them except one or two horror films.

One of the largest was a black and white full blown image of Norman Bates in his Mother's best, grinning at the camera while in his cell. The smile was so like Billy's…I smiled back at Norman then and knew I could pull this off.

I got up and headed to the shower. After rinsing off, I took my time covering up the evidence of the night before with some concealer and foundation. I came out of the bathroom and noticed I still had a little over two hours left.

I was too wired to take a nap, so I busied myself with picking up some of the tapes that I had strewn across my floor. I'd been searching for some of my Dario Argento's and had made a mess. Fulici was mixed in with Bava and it wasn't like me to keep them this disorganized. I realized while getting them straight just what an effect Billy Loomis had had on me. I'd not known until just then how much I'd been thinking about him ever since that encounter in the video store. And now…well I knew why.

As I slid the last Argento into place on the shelf the realization hit me. I was in love with Billy Loomis.