My brain had two realizations simultaneously; there was too much blood and too many wounds for Jenny to be alive; and the person who did this was only ten feet away from me in my living room.

My heart stopped.

I slammed the door shut and screamed when the masked person was right behind it.

Instinctively, I turned to run as fast as I could.

If I can get to my bedroom, I can lock the door and climb out the window.

My feet came into contact with something wet on the floor, before I could look down to see what it was, I was falling backward. I reached out to grab the counter to steady myself but inertia had already taken over.

I felt my head slam, hard, into something.

Stars and black shapes spotted my vision as I opened my eyes, pain radiated from the back of my skull and I groaned. A blurry black figure appeared over me, I saw the flash of something shiny and knew it was a knife. It's always a knife. I threw my hands up to stop the person from stabbing me, a feeble attempt because the knife pierced my palm instead of wherever else they were trying to stab.

I pulled my hand back, rolled to the right, and scrambled to stand. I felt movement in my hair, and then a tightness so sharp that it stung as I was yanked to a standing position by my hair. I tried to pull away but the assailant had a death grip.

Fuck having long hair!

Panic started to set in, I crushed it down as fast as I could - that wouldn't help.

I quickly turned and kicked their groin as hard as I could because judging by their height and stature compared to mine, they felt like a man.

I hoped they were a man and that that really hurt.

The pressure on my hair instantly released and I heard a deep groan, followed by a guttural, animalistic sound that could only be interpreted as rage.

I stepped back and glanced around for the wooden block of knives. Ice ran down my spine.

It was empty.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice shaky as I moved to put the island between us. I didn't move fast enough because I felt a slice in my torso where my tank top had ridden up my waist. I screamed in pain once more and picked up my speed to put the island between us so that I could make a run for it to my bedroom. I decided to just run straight there but he realized what I was doing and went back around to cut off my path.

Fuck!

I glanced at the front door that I had unlocked earlier and tried to calculate if I could make it out the door before he would make it to me.

It was locked again. I definitely wouldn't have enough time to unlock it and get out. He's faster than me.

"Hello Andie," said the attacker in a way that felt familiar. Goosebumps spread across my skin. "It's been a long time." He continued, the gravely, deep voice filter was still somehow being used. It must be part of the mask. This person really didn't want me to know who they were. "You look good. I'm going to fix that." He held the bloody knife up and pointed it at me.

"Fuck you!" I yelled and made an attempt to run for the door, hoping surprise would stall him.

I reached the door and threw the deadbolt to the side quickly, but arms quickly wrapped around mine. He shoved his body against mine, firmly shoving me against the door. I felt hot tears stream down my face and waited for the pain of being stabbed to hit.

Instead, he leaned into my ear and said, "Oh, don't worry, I will." A chill ran down my spine.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to think of a way to get out of this position.

"You'll never gue-" the back of my head made contact with his and he stumbled back a few steps as pain exploded into my already tender head.

I began to run.

He laughed, stopping me dead in my tracks.

What about any part of this situation is funny?!

"You haven't changed, " He said, between laughs.

Confusion made my brain hurt, or maybe it was the multiple concussions.

He lifted the knife towards his mask. His other hand grabbed the bottom of it and lifted.

I saw a strong, tan chin, cleanly shaven, and then naturally pink lips as he lifted it further. Anticipation of finding out who killed Jenny and was trying to kill me held me in place; I would need to be able to pick him out in a lineup.

"I wonder if you still taste the same." He murmured, before he stuck out his tongue, and dragged it slowly up the blade that was covered in blood - my blood. Something low in my stomach tightened at the sight.

Now is definitely not the time for that.

"Delicious." he smiled, his mouth tinted reddish pink from the blood.

A/N: Feel free to stop here. Forwarning, from here on out is basically just smut. Bloody smut. Literally. So if that's not for you, stop while you're ahead. Thanks for reading this far!