My Beautiful Doll
Warning: NON EXPLICIT NON-CONNNNNN. There will be one sided kissing and more both in this chapter and the next. Be warned.
A/N: Hey! So sorry for the long wait but man, I've been pretty busy with work and events so I didn't really have the time to sit down and write. But hey, I'm still alive! Anyways, there aren't much updates from myself so we can go straight to the story. Have a nice day!
"What the hell do you want this time?" Don hissed, feeling the icy claws of fear grip his heart at the familiar voice.
"Can't I visit my boyfriend whenever I feel like it?" The man asked.
"I'm NOT your boyfriend" Don growled, hand tense on the steering wheel. Screw getting out of this alive. I'd rather die than become a serial killer's plaything.
"Not yet," the man grinned. "But soon, you'll be mine".
Don snorted, "dream on". Then he tensed up even further as he felt the gun push further into the back of his neck, pushing his head forward a bit.
"You seem to forget who is in charge right now" the man said, his tone annoyed. "I have the upper hand here. So unless you have some kind secret FBI maneuver that would get you out of this situation, I suggest you listen to what I say". The man then tilted his head to the side, "Unless of course, you want to be the reason why your family has to go through the mourning process again". The man grinned, knowing that he had hit a nerve. "Do you want to be the one to put your family through that again? Imagine what would baby brother and daddy dearest think? Do you think they'll survive without you?"
Don's jaw clenched. He knew what was going on. It didn't take a genius for him to see the blatant manipulation that was going on. But he also knew that he couldn't risk his family like that, no matter how much of a fluke he thought it was. Gritting his teeth, he bit out, "fine. I'll cooperate".
"That's my angel," the man said proudly. Don gripped the steering wheel tighter, feeling disgusted at the affectionate tone the man had. It was sickeningly sweet with a touch of obsessive insanity hidden beneath that Don could hear clearly. "Now, let's start driving shall we?".
"Where to?"
"I'll give you the directions as we drive" the man said, "I can't have you escaping me prematurely, can I?"
Damn, he's really not giving me any leeway, Don thought. Knowing he had no other option, he started the car and drove out of the parking lot basement. Reaching the ticket booth, he rolled down the window.
"Agent Eppes, how are you?" the nightguard, Anthony, asked him.
"About as good as I can be right now" he replied, putting his arm out the window.
"I saw Lt. Gary Walker drove out a few minutes ago. He was complaining to me about bull-headed FBI agents with zero self-preservation instincts and how keeping them out of trouble is harder than protecting the president". Anthony grinned, looking at Don, "I'm guessing he was talking about you. What's wrong, someone after you?"
Don nodded, "Yeah, a serial killer we're investigating. I don't need a profiler to know that this guy is a nutcase."
"You think the guy is dangerous?"
Don snorted, "Definitely. I don't doubt the fact that he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants."
Anthony gave Don a sympathetic smile. "Sounds like a rough one. You better get it in order before Edgerton or Cooper gets a whiff of the case and comes barreling down. I don't think you'll survive that".
"No, definitely not. Especially if they bring in Megan, Charlie, or god forbid…my father" Don shuddered, imagining all of them ganging up on him. They will definitely kill him, without question.
"If they do decide to execute you, how would you think they'd do it?"
"Other than mother henning me to death?" Don asked sarcastically, "They'd probably let Ian use me as shooting practice. For a supposed rifle guy, he's really attached to his glock."
"Not as much as he's attached to you," Anthony teased.
Don was about to reply before he felt the gun push further into his neck, signaling him to wrap the conversation up. It took everything in his power not to instantly freeze up. He gave Anthony a tight smile. "Well, let's just hope I survive long enough to test that theory."
"Don't worry Eppes, we'll make sure you do" Anthony smiled.
Don looked at his watch and feigned surprise, "Damn, it's getting late" he gave Anthony an apologetic look. "Sorry but I have somewhere else I have to go."
"You'll be okay?"
Don shrugged, "Hopefully".
Anthony nodded, "Alright then". Don gave the man the cash and the gates opened. "Goodnight Eppes"
"Night Anthony", then he drove off.
The next few minutes of driving was done in silence with only the Artist giving directions. But then suddenly, the man asked "Do you always take your time talking to people who are beneath you?".
Don bristled at the implication. "No one is ever beneath me.
The man let out a chilling laugh. "Oh sweetheart, you don't need to be so modest". The man leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of Don's ear. "You are so much more than you think" he whispered.
It took everything in Don's willpower to keep himself from turning the wheel and crashing into the nearest tree. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to ignore the warm breath that ghosted over his ear and instead focused on the road. He almost let out a sigh of relief as the man backed up again, now focused on giving him directions.
After a few odd turns, the man finally said "park here". Looking over, Don could see that it was a parking lot to an empty park that Don had forgotten was even there. Once he did, the man said, "give me the keys". Don complied and handed over the keys. After he did that, the man got outside and opened Don's door, the gun aimed squarely in his face. "Out" the man demanded. Don got out, hands in the air as he glared.
"Now what?"
"Now, you walk" the man said, going behind Don and pressed the muzzle of the gun to his back, his other hand on Don's shoulder. Using some sharp tugs, the man guided Don to a spot near a river. Pushing Don towards one of the trees, the man then said "Turn around".
Don clenched his fists in anger, but did as he was told. As soon as he turned around, he was shoved into the tree. "Shit!" he shouted, surprised. Looking up, he almost did a full body shiver. The man was looking down at him, and while Don couldn't see his eyes, he could feel his gaze.
The man pulled his mask up halfway to reveal the bottom half of his face. Then he gripped Don's chin and pulled his face closer. "I've been waiting to do this for a long time," the man said before leaning in.
Don only had a second to register what the man meant by that before he felt lips pressed against his own. Don could only stand there, frozen, as he felt the man start kissing him, one arm wrapped around his back. After a few seconds, it seemed that the Artist was unhappy with the one-sided kiss because he dug the gun into Don's side, the threat clear. Clenching his fist, Don reciprocated. But then the man tried to shove his tongue down Don's mouth. As soon as he felt it, Don pulled away. The man tried to grab onto him, but Don surged forward and wrapped his leg around the other man's leg, tripping him. As soon as the man went down, Don punched him in the face and rolled away. His hand flew towards the gun in his holster as he scrambled to get up.
Don managed to get his gun out and turned to aim at the man. "Fre-"
BANG!
Don screamed as he felt the bullet tear through his shoulder, dropping his gun in the process. His hand instantly flew to staunch the wound on his right shoulder as he fell to his knees. "Argh!" he shouted, gritting his teeth to keep himself from screaming even further. The wound burned and stung, spreading the pain all over his arm. He felt the hard wood of a tree behind him as he leaned back, looking up. Even though the blood rushed through his ears, he could hear the man's disapproving sigh as he dusted himself off.
"That was uncalled for," the man huffed out.
Don growled, "I'd say that was extremely called for".
The man crouched in front of Don, then reached out to cup the side of his face, "You should learn by now that it's best to listen to what I say". Then the man reached out and shoved his thumb into the bullet wound. Don screamed, unable to stop himself as his vision turned white for a second. As soon as his vision cleared, the man's face was much closer. The man grinned as he said, "lest you hurt yourself in the process".
"Bas…tard" Don bit out through the pain.
"Call me Pat" the man said, "since we're going to be married soon, it would be best if you knew my name".
"I'll never marry you" Don growled. The man laughed, another chilling sound that sent shivers down Don's spine. But before the man could say a word, Don's phone rang. Pat let go of Don's face and took the phone from Don's belt.
Looking at it, the man grinned, "A group call with your team and brother huh?" he smiled. Don froze, shaking his head.
"Don't you dare bring them into this" he snarled.
Pat placed his gun under Don's chin, forcing Don to tilt his head higher, "You don't get a say here doll" the man said, "You already defied me twice, I think it's time to up your punishment". Pat then let go of his phone for a moment to peel off the bandages from Don's neck, running a hand down the bite marks that he left. "Almost done," the man said, "just one thing missing". The man then stuck his thumb into the bullet hole again, causing Don to hiss out. Then he ran his thumb on Don's lips, smearing the red substance all over them. "My very own Snow White~" Pat cooed. He picked up the phone that he placed on the ground and grinned.
"I hope you're ready to say hello".
A/N: Oh shit! Now it's time for the everyone else to know and then come barreling down. Let's hope that they don't do too much damage to Don. Poor guy has had enough shit happen to him to last a lifetime. Also, now we know the first name of the killer. It will come up later, I promise.