Chapter Eleven

Tiffany stayed inside of Chucky's apartment for the next few weeks, decorating the place and making it look less creepy. Chucky was off with the man named John and Eddie was in Hackensack. He would be driving back to visit as soon as the heat was off him. He had done his job well though and the cops had nothing on him. Tiffany pretty much kept to herself and saw no one.

It wasn't really what Tiffany had dreamed of when she thought of Chucky and her living together. She didn't cover the painted walls because there was something magical and sexual about them. She learned that Chucky was an amazing painter. Amongst other things.

Everytime Chucky came home, he brought things. Nice things too. A television set, a cassette player, jewelry. Though, the really expensive jewelry was to be pawned for money. Tiffany wasn't allowed to have a job just yet and Chucky wasn't one for minimum wage labor. After a while, Tiffany noticed that Chucky's personality began to show in a different way. He seemed colder sometimes, especially after a "job" and she didn't know what to do. On these nights he had no nightmares.

On the nights he didn't go out to kill, he had painfully agonizing nightmares. Tiffany would wake up with her heart pounding and then she'd shake him awake only to hold him while he tried to go back to sleep. They'd barely made love since they ran away from Hackensack. Then again, a big change would be a little disorienting, they just needed to adjust to their new way of life.

Tiffany waited for Chucky to come home that night. She had just gotten out of the bathtub when the doorknob in the living room turned. Chucky stepped into the apartment looking disheveled as he always did after a night out. And to her surprise, Eddie was with her. She was just getting used to not seeing the punk.

"Well, look at you, Tiffany. Your curves are getting curvier," Eddie said, in a lecherous tone.

"Hey! You say something like that or even look at my girl like a sex toy ever again I'll rip your fucking balls off," Chucky growled, pushing Eddie. Both Tiffany and Eddie were surprised by this. Chucky may have always mouthed off to Eddie but, he had never seriously put his hands on him.

"Chucky! It's okay. Eddie didn't mean anything by it, did ya Eddie?" Tiffany said, trying to calm him down. Eddie nodded quickly, agreeing with her.

"I swear I didn't Chucky. Tiffany's your girl, I'd never touch her," Eddie said, shakily. He'd begun noticing a change in Chucky, and not one for the better. He could tell that not even Tiffany's love for him could save his tortured soul.

"Yeah well, next time don't say shit like that. So, anything on the situation back in Hackensack?" Chucky said, changing the subject. He didn't want to go in a rage and kill his only friend. If he could even call Eddie that.

"The cops think Tiffany was kidnapped and they don't know anything else. They think she might have been taken for money or some shit like that. They don't think you had shit to do with her mom's murder either. I told them you and Tiff had been out at the time with me at my place and then Tiffany walked home from there. So the pigs figured that she'd been snatched when she was at home. That's all I know," Eddie explained, making Tiffany and Chucky both breathe a sigh in relief.

"Well, excuse me boys. I have to get dressed," Tiffany said, walking past the two of them. As soon as she was dressed, she walked into the living room and smiled. The two guys were back to being buddies, at least for the time being. And it would pretty much remain that way for the next eight years.

~November 1988~

Tiffany was out picking up a few groceries, so that she could make Chucky his favorite Swedish meatballs. He would be returning a little later as he was once again on another job. She knew he would appreciate a good meal when he got back with Eddie who would, most likely be joining them. Lately though, she did not enjoy Eddie's company. He'd pretty much let himself go to the point that she worried about his personal hygiene. After making her purchases, Tiffany got back to their apartment and opened the door. As soon as the lights went on, a shimmer of light caught her eye.

On the mantle was a beautiful diamond engagement ring, it looked extremely expensive and lovely. Tiffany squealed excitedly. She couldn't believe it was finally happening! Chucky was going to propose to her tonight! And of course she would say yes, this was so out of the blue, she hadn't even seen it coming. The past eight years Chucky hadn't really done or said anything that could truly be considered romantic but, of course that didn't matter. She knew he loved her.

And now, they were getting engaged! Tiffany's dreams were finally coming true, and soon she would have the family she'd always wanted. Tiffany took the ring and marveled at it, she slipped it on her finger and smiled at how perfectly it fit. So beautiful. She put away some of the groceries and began cooking, hoping that he wouldn't be back until after she was done cooking dinner.

Nothing would ruin this night, it was going to be so perfect. After putting the meatballs n the stove to cook, Tiffany walked to the living room and turned on the t.v. On the news a story broke about a Detective Mike Norris gunning down the Lakeshore Strangler and a toy store blowing up. Tiffany watched, not wanting that to be true. Chucky was the Lakeshore Strangler, there had to be a mistake. He had to be alive. He just had to be. Where was Eddie? Just then, as if answering her question, the news lady commented that Charles Lee Ray's accomplice, Eddie Caputo had not been found.

Tears ran down her face, making her mascara run as a loud shrill noise escaped her lips. Tiffany screamed as the story continued and a video of them dragging Chucky's corpse out of the rubble. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully, despite the gunshot wounds. She was living a nightmare now. Chucky was dead. Her fiancé, her love, her Chucky was gone…

The police came to the door and Tiffany opened for them. "Miss Valentine I'm Detective Santos, we have to ask you a couple of questions. Mind if we come in?" asked a detective with bad hair and a 1970's porn moustache. Tiffany nodded slowly and let the two cops in.

"Um, how can I help you," Tiffany asked, clearing her throat. She knew they would ask whether she knew anything about her now dead love's killing spree. She would lie, and she would lie well.

"First you have to know that Charles Lee Ray is dead. And well…we need to know if you knew about his extracurricular activities." Asked, the detective. Tiffany blinked some tears away and noticed that Detective Porn'stache was looking at her breasts. Tiffany grabbed a jacket off the couch and pulled it around herself. Chucky's scent was all over it and she nearly started screaming again.

"What are you talking about? There is no way in hell that my fiancé was the Lakeshore Strangler. That fucker killed the wrong man! I just can't believe this!" Tiffany cried, making the detective look shocked.

"Well, ma'am…I'm sorry to say that he is. And I'm sorry that you have to go through all this hell," he replied, patting her shoulder. Tiffany cried for a few more seconds before asking who turned him in. There was no way that Chucky would have been caught on his own. He was too smart for that.

"I'm not really supposed to say but, if it'll give you piece of mind well…it was a Mr. Bradley Valentine. Are you two related?" he asked, curiously. Tiffany looked up, her innocent looking brown eyes pierced him.

"I don't know anyone by that name…I guess it was just some good Samaritan. Detective, could we talk some more in a few days? I'm really exhausted right now, and I have a funeral to plan as soon as you can return his body to me," Tiffany said, blowing her nose for good measure. She could tell the detective was attracted to her. She would use that to her advantage, playing the grieving fiancé.

"I suppose so. Well, here's my card and give me a call in a few days if you remember anything else. I'm terribly sorry for all of this. Take care now. Come on Mancini, let's leave Miss Valentine alone now."

"Oh detective, call me Tiffany," she replied, in a sweet but, sad voice.

"Call me Jack, Tiffany," he replied, before he and the other cops left the apartment.

Tiffany cried, how did her father know where Chucky was? How did he find him? Those questions were plaguing her all night when she finally came to a decision. It was time to pay Daddy a visit.

A/N: Well shit. Sorry about the EXTREMELY late update. Life has kept me quite busy but, I promise the next update will be quicker. We are nearing the end of this fic and though I don't really like how this chapter came up, there are at least two more chapters left. I hope you like it! And another shout out to my friend LuxBlack. You're lovely and I'm glad you still like this fic, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

A/N2: I'm not really following canon at this point but, whatever. This is how my brain has worked everything out. And yes Jack Santos (Tommy Swerdlow) was Mike Norris's (Chris Sarandon's) partner in Child's Play, the one who almost got choked out by burnt Chucky's hand.