Chapter 4: I'm Negan. Nice to Fuckin' Meet Ya!
"Well he-llo there Angel Tits. I'm Negan. Nice to fucking meet ya!"
Kassie couldn't breathe. Her heart stopped beating… at least that how she felt. When in reality, her face went as white as the sheets that were hanging on the nearby clothesline. Negan seemed to cower over her 5ft 4in frame… but in that moment, Kassie felt a lot shorter. She had never actually met Negan. She always seemed to be out on a run when he and his men would inevitably show up unannounced.
So this was Negan? Surely, she had heard him wrong. Even though in her heart, she knew that she hadn't. But… he looked… normal. He didn't look like a monster. He didn't look like the monster that she'd pictured in her imagination. The monster who pummeled her friends into mush with his barbed-wired baseball bat. When she did finally remember to breathe, Kassie stuttered softly, "Y'- you're N'- N-egan?"
"That's my name, Sweet Cheeks, "Negan boasted confidently. "Now please tell me… What in the holy hell is yours?"
Kassie just stood there literally frozen with fear. She didn't know what to say or do. As she began to slowly back away from Negan, she tried in vain to compose herself. Negan didn't resist as his hand left her side, releasing the hold he had on her waist.
"Well doll face? Are you deaf or what? What - Is – Your – Fucking - Name? Negan spit out, putting an emphasis on each word out of his mouth. "I asked you a fucking question, and you sure as shit are gonna answer me."
Kassie wasn't used to that kind of talk, at least not here in Alexandria. I mean sure, she was an adult, in fact she was almost thirty-five years old. Not that she felt that way right now. She had not only heard, but also used most, if not all of those same words. However, it wasn't just the words he was using, it was his tone. And it was especially unsettling, as Negan was looking at her as though he was a hungry wolf, and Kassie was his lunch.
When it was apparent that Negan was getting more than a little agitated at her lack of response, Kassie spoke up in a whispered voice that she didn't even recognize as her own, "Kassandra. K'Kassie. My n-name is Kassie."
"Ka-ss-`an-dra…. What a perfect name for a perfectly delectable creature." Negan replied, as he began to stroll lazily around the yard. He laughed out loud, seeing how his words affected her.
Kassie never was very good at hiding her emotions. Sasha would often tease her that she should never let Daryl talk her into playing poker, for that very reason. Any emotion Kassie was feeling at the time… would no doubt be written all over her face. And at this moment, what was written on her face was fear. Plain and simple.
Especially when the sound of a baby's cry began to echo from inside the house. Negan looked as if he'd been punched in the gut, as his gaze turned towards the baby's cry. When he looked back at Kassie with a cold and questioning expression, she felt like a deer caught in headlights… once again, everything seemed to go in slow motion.