A/N: Thank you guys for reading the first chapter. I hope that I am doing good so far since this is my first horror/love fic. I think you'll guys will like it. This is going to end in cliff hanger type. I am having a bit of trouble trying to think and write scary. Haha. Anyhoo, this one will not have any POV'S seeing as I want to show all the characters interact with the main duo(Quinn and Puck) Okay, I hope you enjoy and please review. (:
Drinks with the hint of Murder
Quinn walked into the large dining hall hand and hand with Mike. This was it. This was the moment she would be reunited with all her friends again and try to appear more happy and serene. But really, Quinn felt sick. The knot in her stomach had not gone down since they landed in New York and she even wished it had gone away on the cab ride down to the summer house. But no, there it laid down below feeling worse and worse by the minutes. Her nerves had never been so high before. " How do I look?" she whispers into Mike's ear as they walk up to the front doors. Night had already fallen and Quinn could hear the ocean crash against the rocks by the dock out back. This place was charming and chilling all at once.
He glances down at the blonde and nods his head with a warm smiling creeping on his face. "Gorgeous as ever." he replied wrapping his arm around her small waist. Kissing the top of her head, he knocks on the door not once, but thrice times before the recognizable giant opens the door. "Mike! Quinn!" Finn exclaims before pulling the couple into a tight hug. Quinn could've sworn that Finn had grown taller. Either that, or she really just forgot how tall this guy really was. "Sup' man? Where is the food at?" Mike laughs letting go of Quinn instantly. She notices that the two talk close with one another keep things in a hush tone. She was about to go follow them when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. "Well if it isn't the ever so lovely Quinn Fabray! How are you?" says the short sprite in front of her. "Rachel Berry. I can't believe I didn't hear you stomping your way here." A little tease couldn't be so mean. Could it? The brunette's eyes flicker with a small rage before returning into the soft brown. "You're just as..humorous as ever Quinn. Please, follow me to the banquet hall." Quinn decided to keep quiet as Rachel led her to long dinning hall. Why was this house so much more bigger on the inside? It appeared not that large out front. Or was it because the night?
"Quinn!" yelled the chorus of girls as her old friends embraced the blonde in a hug. He watched her from the other side of the room, clutching onto his rum and coke. "Puck, are you alright?" as Artie as he rolled up next to him. Ever since high school ended the two actually kept a small bond creating a good friendship. "Yeah man, just watching the girls freak out over Q." he cocked his chin in the direction as Quinn gushed about her new like. Probably talking about Mike too. He decided to shrug the thought off. "Well I'm sure they just miss her is all." said Artie popping the collar of his polo shirt. Puck laughed it off a little before chugging down the rest of his drink. Finn and Mike had just entered the room when Puck met eyes with Quinn. It was the small bite of the lip that made his eyes widen and her head sharply turn away. God she's evil. He thought to himself with a slight smirk.
Finn brought the glass of champagne to Rachel and held his beer in his hand. Tapping her drink lightly with a spoon he seeks everyone's attention. "Hey guys keep it down for a second. Me and Rachel got a word to give you guys." Picking up a chair from behind him, Finn sets it in front of Rachel so that she could stand upon it to get the full attention of every. "First of all Finn, it's Rachel and I." she giggled pressing a kiss to his nose. Returning to face the members of the room. She clears her throat feeling the speech pouring from her mouth. Instead of doing a normal speech giving thanks Rachel decides to serenade Finn in front of everyone. From the corner of his eye, he notices Quinn making a dash out of the room. "Be right back." he muttered to Artie before snaking his way out of room. He's only a few step behind her when he pulls her into the balcony near by. It showed off a great view of the ocean. "So, you and Chang?" he asks letting her go.
Quinn let out a small gasp when Puck pulled her aside. She was only planning on heading to her room only to change out of her clothes. "Oh!" she said taking a moment to snap back to reality. "Is that all you really have to say to me after not seeing me for three years?" She was absolutely baffled by the man in front of her. Having no idea why Puck was even asking this, or why he didn't even say a proper hello. He out all people pulled her aside to talk privately. She didn't like that. Puck was never the one to be alone with a girl and not try something. Rolling her eyes when he stayed silent she placed her hand on her hips. "Yes Puck. I'm with Mike. I have been for the last year. Not that you would notice. I heard that you were too busy chasing around the Motta girl. What's her name again? Salt?" Quinn mused raising an eyebrow at him.
Damn her to hell. This woman knew exactly how to talk to him. Get him mad and get him eager for more in the conversation. "Well I gotta say, I'm actually happy for you Q. Mike's cool." he said as matter of fact. Rolling up the sleeves to his black button down he let's a low chuckle escape from his lips. "It's Sugar, and we're currently off." he lied a little. He didn't know what the fuck they were. By the time he'd come back from the weekend he'd forget to call and she'd call it off. But on Wednesday morning she'd be on his doorstep with an apology cookie. Which she would eat for him.
"You're..happy for me?..Thanks." she said confused. She was really confused. Relaxing her stance she looks over at the ocean admiring how the moonlight reflected against the water.
"Yeah, I mean..if you want the Asian noodle to bang you all the time then go for it." he smirked not really admitting that he's happy she's dating some other guy. He noticed her looking down at the water and turned over at her looking down at her lips, flickering back to her eyes. "You know how good you look in the moonlight." he murmured towards her ear.
The hairs on the back of her neck rose as he sent goosebumps down her body. "Yeah I know, it makes me look good." she shrugged her shoulders acting a bit smug. She realized that in a small way she was flirting and decided to stop. "I better go, the others will start to think."
Artie was wheeling down the hall calling it an early night when he saw Puck pull Quinn towards the balcony. With a smile he shook his head knowing that whenever those two were around each other that there was sure to be trouble. Something caught his eye at the end of the hall. It looked like one of those feather dusters that the old maids used to use. Following the mysterious person down the hall, he comes to a fall off his chair. Hitting his face smack against the floor. "Ahhh god." he groaned rubbing the small bump on his forehead. Looking over to his pushed over wheel chair, he sees that person wearing the white mask had caused him to fall in first place. "W-…what? Wait, why would you do that?" he asked the familiar person trying to find his glasses. The black blur was pretty tall, or perhaps it was because he was on the floor.
The hooded figure steps forward pushing back a hair from Artie's face. "Oh heeey." he says more coolly now. "Why did you push me over?" The person simply smiled at Artie taking Artie's face into their hands. Slowly Artie's face was being smashed back in the floor. "Stop! What are you doing?" cries out Artie who's arms are now being pinned down by his supposed friend. Pulling a small pocket knife from the zipper of the hoodie, the capture pulls Artie's head up by the hairs on top of his head. "W-why are you doing?….Why?" said Artie groggily as he tried to look in his killer's eyes. Leaning down towards Artie's ear. He runs the knife across the boy's pale skin seeing the scarlet liquid pour from his neck. "Because I can." whispered the killer before fully stabbing the knife into his neck.
Within matter of moments Artie's dead body remained on the floor. Dragging the body down the hall into an empty room the killer leaves the dead boy's wheel chair to be left in the middle of the hallway with a simple note left on the seat for all to see.
Dear Glee Kids,
If you're wondering what happened to Artie then I think all I can pretty much say is he is now gone and will be presented to you all as a lovely present soon. In fact, you're all going to be lovely presents soon. Enough to send back home to each one of your parents. I can't wait to see each one of your wither in pain as I slit each one of your throats..sweet dreams.
-Anonymous