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Chapter Eleven

"So, darling, you want something to drink?" Bo asked, smiling.

They had gotten into the house and were now in the living room. Bo had asked her to sit while they wait, and she did so, still being wary of him.

"I'm not really thirsty." Vickie said, shaking her head while looking around the room.

"Come on, I'll make some coffee." He suggested, and walked into the kitchen, giving her no time to decline.

Vickie sighed and kept her eyes on the front door, making sure she knew where the exit was. She had also noticed a side door when she walked in, and kept that in mind too. She let her eyes wander some more, to see if there was anything out of place, which there wasn't. It was just an ordinary house.

She sat further back into the couch and fiddled with Dalton's cap on her head. She hoped he would know to come inside to get her.

Bo walked back into the room. A single coffee cup in his hand. "Here you go, a nice cup of steaming coffee."

She took the coffee cup and gave him a restrained smile. "Thanks."

"No problem." He said. He clapped his hands together and took a seat opposite her.

She looked down at her cup to avoid his eyes. She tentatively brought the cup to her lips and sipped. It was pretty hot; she just hoped he hadn't slipped anything into it.

She kept taking dainty little sips and watched him watch her. She cleared her throat finding his constant staring a little uncomfortable.

"So, what do you do?" She asked, getting sick of the silence.

"I'm a mechanic." He answered shortly, still staring.

Vickie nodded, pursing her lips. "You work at the garage?"

"Sometimes."

She took another sip. "Why not tonight?"

"Someone else took over." He lied.

She nodded again and the silence returned.

Bo stood up and walked around the back of the couch, over to a table and started lightly drumming his fingers on it. He was standing with his side to the door.

While he had his eyes away from her, Vickie quickly dumped most of her cup contents into the plant pot beside the couch. "How long have you been with him?" Bo spoke suddenly, still not looking at her.

Vickie quickly brought the now empty cup back to her and frowned. "Who?"

He turned around and faced her, his eyes piercing. "Your boyfriend."

"Oh, a few years." She said, smiling fakely.

"Right." Bo said, nodding. "Ever think you could love someone else?"

Vickie didn't like where this was going. "Um, no."

"Really?" He asked, smirking. She nodded in response. "Well, what if you were forced?"

She blinked and shakily smiled, not answering. She stood up slowly, her eyes watching him. She walked around her side of the couch, trying to put some distance between them. Setting her cup down on the back of the couch, she stood stiffly.

His eyes watched her, wickedly.

Vickie smiled fakely at him and cleared her throat. "Um, didn't you say you were going to phone the garage?" She asked, feeling uneasy.

Her eyes flickered from his to the front door behind him.

He noticed.

Bo shrugged and smiled apologetically at her. "I lied."

Vickie bit her lip and nodded, dropping her good girl act. "You lied..." She repeated. "I'm guessing you lied about my friends too?"

He grinned back at her and started fiddling with the ornament beside his hand, as though he didn't have a care in the world.

His eyes, though, watched her closely.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that, darling."

Vickie nodded again. "Right... well..." She mumbled, staring at him carefully.

He kept grinning at her and put down the ornament, crossing his arms as he stared at her. "Right... well..." He repeated.

They both stared at each other, the moment seemed to have frozen.

Vickie moved suddenly, picking up the coffee cup in front of her and throwing it as hard as she could at him. He used his hand to block the cup from smashing into him, but it still managed to catch him off guard and cut his cheek.

It distracted him long enough for Vickie to run to the left, into the other room that led to the back door.

She was just nearing the pool table half way across the room when she heard his angry shout behind her and felt arms grab her from behind.

He had brought her to a stop and slammed her against the side of the pool table, bruising her side.

She groaned in pain but slammed her elbows back into him. "Damn, bitch." He hissed as her elbow connected with one of his ribs.

He grabbed onto her arms and pulled them behind her, with her still viciously thrashing.

"Let me the fuck go!" She shouted as he pulled her backwards, heading into the living room.

"Stop struggling and this will be easier for you." He groaned out between clenched teeth.

"Never." She growled out, and shoved her feet onto the floor, pushing them both back. Bo lost his balance and they both fell over, Vickie on top of Bo with her back to him.

He tried to keep a hold on her arms but she managed to escape, she quickly punched backwards into his groin and used his moment of pain to jump off of him and stand up.

She turned again and knew she wouldn't manage to get to the side door in time, and so instead she ran to the small corridor leading away from the living room and up the small set of stairs. She knew she only had seconds before he would be after her, and quickly used that time to duck into one of the rooms nearest her. She slammed the door shut and looked for a lock. She almost cried in relief when she saw one, she quickly locked the door and leaned her forehead on it.

"Holy shit." She cursed, breathing heavily. "What the fuck am I going to do…" She whispered to herself, bringing her hands to her head. Her eyes widened. "Oh, shit, Dalton!" Her hand covered her mouth as she realized what might happen to her friend, or what might have already happened. "Please, Dalton, please be safe…" She whispered, a tear making its way down her face.

She thought of the others… of Wade, of Carly… of Nick.

She squeezed her eyes shut and banged her fists on the door. "You fucking asshole! What the fuck have you done with my friends!" She banged against the door again and almost growled when she heard his chuckle from behind the door.

"Your friends are dead. Or at least, they will be, darling." He spoke, softening his tone when he called her 'darling'. "Come on now, you open the door for me now. No harm will come to you, darling…" He said softly, making her glare at the door.

"And why the fuck would I trust you? You sick fuck, you've killed my friends!" She shouted, slamming her hand against the door where she thought his head would be.

She heard him chuckle again. "Darling, I was just giving you a chance to willingly hand yourself over. 'Cause whether you like it or not… I will be coming in there." He said, growling the end of the sentence.

Vickie scoffed, and kept glaring at the door. "I'd like to see you try." She snarled.

"Oh, darling, you have no idea…" He said, smirking behind the door. "Just you wait… you'll have a visitor soon." He said, chuckling.

She frowned and listened as he moved away from the door and down the corridor, still laughing.

She didn't like the way he said that, 'you'll have a visitor soon.' She shook her head and ignored what he said.

She turned, keeping her back on the door, and started looking around the room for a weapon, for anything.

She frowned when she saw the room she was in. It looked like a somewhat office. There was a desk in front of her and wooden filing cabinets to her left. Her frown deepened when she looked to the right, there were curtains hanging, but they were pushed open. Past the curtains was what she thought were beds with restraining straps on them. She ignored that for a second and stepped forward, hoping there was some information on the desk in front of her, or at least a phone.

She sighed when she saw there wasn't anything she could use. She made a face of disgust and picked up a large glass container filled with water. What disgusted her was the weird thing floating inside of it; it looked like an animal or something. She quickly put it back down and took a step back.

Her foot slid a little on the floor and she looked down. She stopped herself from screaming by slamming a hand over her mouth. There was blood on the floor. She looked and saw that it was smeared and trailed into the room behind the curtain.

She took small steps and her breathing quickened.

Her hands held onto the curtains lightly as she moved into the room. The only light that she had from both of the rooms was the overhead light from the room she was currently in. If it wasn't for that light, she'd be encased in darkness.

She bit her lip and looked around the room. There were beds and chairs with restraints, along with different pieces of equipment on a small metal table in front of her. She moved past the beds and followed the blood trail again. It stopped suddenly, but there was a large quantity of it on the floor.

'It must have been where the body was dragged.' She thought, shutting her eyes.

She released a long held breath and turned around again, suddenly though, the light above her switched off.

She quickly inhaled and nearly died in fright. She tried her hardest to peer through the darkness, looking for something or someone who was going to get her.

'Maybe Bo is trying to scare me.' She thought, gulping slightly.

Just in case though, she slowly moved backwards, hoping to get into a corner where no-one could see her.

Just when she thought she was nearing the corner, her hand accidently slipped onto a table containing a metal tray, and all of the contents, including the tray, crashed loudly onto the floor.

She kept still and hoped there wasn't anyone in here. She half thought it was impossible, she would have seen the door opening if that was the case.

She froze when she heard light footsteps making their way toward the curtain, to where she was standing.

Keeping her eyes on the opened curtain, she slowly knelt down and picked up one of the things that fell. She was glad when the thing in her hand felt heavy; it would be a good weapon for when the person found her. She quickly scanned the area around her and slowly and quietly stood up.

She heard the footsteps stop, and her breathing stopped. The footsteps stopped somewhere near the outer part of the curtain.

She gathered as much courage as she could and shakily made her way towards the opening of the curtain. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she saw things in front of her, she hoped that would be an advantage for her.

Peeking out of the curtains, she saw something near the middle of the room. She was sure it was a person, and she was even surer that they had their back to her.

Moving slowly, she neared the figure, surprised that they hadn't moved yet. It was odd, but she wasn't going to complain.

She lifted up the heavy object in her hand and prepared herself for what was to come. 'I love you, Nick.'

She quickly brought the weapon down on the persons head, and heard it connect with a loud, out of place, crack. She screamed when the head came off and fell to her feet. Her eyes widened, and she dropped the weapon when she realized it wasn't a real person.

Quick footsteps to her left made her turn suddenly. The lights in the other room suddenly came on and she was hit with the lights blaring in her eyes and a person coming at her.

She let out a loud deafening scream.

TBC…