Hey guys, thanks for reading the T-rated version of Obsession. This version will have trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter (I will try and be consistent. If not, let me know and I will add them) as well as less cussing and no lemons. There will be gore in this story though, since it is about a killer. I will try not to make it too gory though for the more squeamish people. If you do like gore, swearing, and some spice there is a M rated version on my profile if you want to read that.

Anyways, thanks again for reading, and enjoy the story :)

TW: Blood and strong language.

It was late Sunday night, and Seika Ayanokoji pulled up to her empty driveway. A sight she was far too used to recently. Her father has been so busy with work that he is never home, and her mother has been hanging with her housewife friends, getting drunk until her father picked her up. Her parents wouldn't be home until late at night after she went to bed, and she would most likely not see them when she got up for school the next morning.

Seika entered her house. All the help had gone home for the evening, so it was just her for the rest of the night. She shrugged off her fur coat and hung it up in the closet before entering the kitchen. She just had yet another horrible date with her boyfriend. They had been dating for over six months, and she was already bored of him. All he did was talk about being on the football team and other sports that he was into. Then, whenever she tried to talk about herself, he would ignore her and return to talking about himself. She hated to admit it, but that guy was far more self-absorbed than she was, and after talking to a few therapists, she knew how bad she was. She was definitely going to break up with him the next time she saw him. She can do far better. Too bad, he was quite the looker.

Seika got a beer from the fridge and was about to head to the couch to watch some trashy but entertaining reality TV when her cell phone rang. She expected it to be her boyfriend Hayato, but it was an unknown caller. She usually didn't answer unknown callers, but tonight had been rough, and if it wasn't some scam call, she might as well have some fun.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"May I help you?"

"Who is this?"

The person on the phone didn't sound like a scam call. His voice sounded really nice. Almost sexy. She was going to have fun with this call.

"Who are you calling for?"

"I don't know to be honest." The guy chuckled, embarrassed. "A friend gave me this number for a female friend of his, but by how it seems you weren't expecting a call, I doubt it's you."

Seika smirked. This was going to be fun.

"I may not be the girl your friend tried to set you up with, but I'm willing to talk to you."

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you."

"I'm sure I'll be just fine." She began twirling her hair. This was far more fun than some trashy TV show. She opened her beer with a loud pop.

"What was that?"

"A beer."

"A beer? On a Sunday night?"

"I know, but it's been a long day. I promise I don't usually drink on the Lord's Day." Seika snickered.

"I get you. I only like to drink beer if I'm at a party or watching a show after a long day. Although, I'm more of a wine guy myself."

"So am I, my mother is a secret alcoholic, so we have plenty of varieties for me to choose from. However, tonight feels more like a beer night if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I completely get you." He chuckled.

"I was about to watch TV before you called, but I obviously got distracted." She flirted, and she could tell he liked it by the guy's chuckling.

"What types of shows do you like to watch?"

"I'm into a lot of reality shows."

"Really? You do know they're all fake, right?"

She playfully scoffed. "Well, smart guy, what type of shows do you like to watch?"

"I'm really into horror. Just the thrill of watching something scary is accelerating. Watching with a date is also great because they can cuddle up to you when they're scared."

He was starting to flirt back. She was beginning to really enjoy this. She was just doing this to entertain herself, but who knows? Maybe she'll give the guy a shot if he asks her out by the end of their conversation, and by how they're flirting with each other, she had a feeling that was going to happen.

"I like horror."

"Oh, really? What is your favorite scary movie?"

Seika snorted. That was the most basic line someone could use. "Not that one. I'm more of a psychological thriller type of girl. Like those true crime serial killer movies."

"Ooh, a woman with taste. I like that." Seika took a sip of her beer as he continued. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Her smile grew, just the question she was waiting for, but she had to play hard to get. Guys liked that. "Why do you want to ask me out on a date?"

"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, I never got your name."

"Now, why would I give you that?" Seika teased. She was going to give it to him by the end of the call, but she wanted to make him work for it.

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

…

A cold chill ran down Seika's spine. Did he just say what she thinks he did?

"What did you say?"

"I want to know who I'm talking to."

He was lying. She knew for a fact he didn't say that. She looked over towards the glass patio door.

"That's not what you said." She got up, walked over to the door, and surveyed the backyard, but it was too dark to see everything since she had so much land.

"What did you think I said?" The guy asked. Seika ignored his question, locked the door, and turned on the porch light to see if it would help. "Hello?"

"I have to go."

"Wait, I thought you wanted to go out?"

"Not after the shit you just said, you creep!" Seika hissed.

"Come on. It was just a joke. We were really hitting it off."

"Screw you!"

"Don't hang up-"

Seika hung up the phone and began making her way back to the couch when her phone rang again. The same number.

"What?!" She answered.

"I told you not to hang up on me." The guy said, his tone was no longer warm and friendly.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to talk."

"Go talk to some girl on a porn site if you want a good time. Leave me the fuck alone!"

She hung up the phone again. She was never going to answer an unknown caller ever again.

Before she could even take another step, her phone rang again. She had enough of this.

"Listen, you asshole! If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to call the-"

"No, you listen to me, you fucking bitch!" The man seethed over the phone. His tone was a complete 180 from how warm and attractive it was a few minutes ago. Now it was dark and sinister. "You hang up on me again. I will rip your inside out. Do you understand?!" Seika stood there motionless out of fear, and the guy snickered. "Yeah, that's right."

"If this is a joke, it's not funny."

"I wouldn't call this a joke, more like a game. Can you handle that?" Her blood went ice cold with the next thing he said. "Seika?"

"Fuck you!" She screamed.

"No," A black-gloved hand appeared behind the kitchen counter and loudly impaled the countertop with a large hunting knife. Seika fell back in fear as she watched the guy rose up, wearing a black robe and a ghost face mask. This couldn't be possible. This had to be some kind of sick joke. "Fuck you."

In a flash, he then jumped onto the counter and launched himself at her. Seika was about to scramble away before his knife could plunge into her. She scrambled to her feet and made a beeline towards the door with the guy trailing right behind her. He was fast. He was going to catch her any second if she didn't do something. She threw a throw a pillow at him, but he was able to slash through it easily. She needed something heavier to stall him. A vase that her father had gotten on a business trip caught her eye. She ran towards it, grabbed ahold of the neck, and swung it at the attacker. Hitting square in the head.

He exclaimed and fell back, grabbing his head. "You bitch!"

Seika took the time of him being down to run towards the door. When she opened it, she felt like she was finally safe, but it didn't last very long when she felt a sharp, burning pain down her back. She looked behind her and saw the handle of the knife sticking out of her back. Out of the sudden shock and pain, her knees gave out, making her fall down the stairs of her porch. She gasped from the pain and tried to get her body to move, but it wouldn't react. She heard heavy footsteps reach her, and she loudly screamed as the knife was pulled out of her back, but his hand covered her mouth to silence her scream.

"Let's play a little game Seika. I promise it'll be fun." He grabbed ahold of her hair from the back of her head and lifted her up so his face was to her ear. "If you get all the questions right, I'll let you go. If you get one wrong," He held up the knife to her throat. "I'll slit your throat. Sounds like a deal?"

"What if I don't play your game, you dick?" She hissed.

He sniggered and brought the cold blade to her skin, tracing it along her jugular. "I think you already know the answer to that."

She gulped but tried her best not to show her attacker any fear. He was feeding off it. Whoever this guy was, he was a fan of Scream. So his questions must be about the movies. She can do this.

"Give me your worst dipshit! I've seen all the Scream movies. I can answer your stupid questions."

"Now, why do you think my questions will be Scream related? I may be Ghostface, but I'm no narcissist. Well, not entirely." He gripped her hair tighter, making her gasp. "Question number one, this is an easy one. Who was America's first-ever serial killer?"

"H.H. Holmes." Seika seethed out.

"Correct." He seemed excited that she was correct. "Question number two, this one is a tough one. Which movie had its director accused of murder because the death scene was too realistic?"

She knew this. She remembered her father reading about the director dying right before the new year. She just couldn't remember the name. She just knew it had the word cannibal in it.

"Tik Tok." He inched the blade closer to her throat. "Tik Tok."

Then it hit her. "Cannibal Holocaust!"

"Correct again. Who knew there was so much horror knowledge in that pretty little head of yours? Now last question. Who was the first person killed in the first Scream movie?"

"Casey Becker!" She did it. She was safe. She had beaten this asshole game, and now she was safe. She could almost cry.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Seika, but that's the wrong answer."

No, no, she was right. Casey Becker was the one who was killed first. It was the most iconic death in the whole Scream franchise. How can she be wrong?

"No, no, I'm right-"

"The first kill in the Scream movie was Casey's boyfriend, Steve. Casey was the second." He snickered and brought the blade close to her neck. "You were so close. It's a shame you were too stupid to save your own life."

Seika gripped the rock she managed to get ahold of while the attacker was distracted by asking questions, and when he was just about to slit her throat, Seika used all her might to hit him in the side of the head with the rock. She was too weak to do too much damage, but she was able to get him off his feet so she could make a break for it. She couldn't run that fast. Her stab wound was bleeding too much, causing her vision to get blurry, but she wasn't going to allow herself to be killed by some Ghostface wanna-be. Then, off in the distance, she saw a familiar car approaching her house. It was her parents with their security team. Once she got to them, she'd be safe from the killer. All she had to do was reach them. She tried to wave them down, to get them to see her, but it was too dark. The car had passed her and came to the driveway.

She was beginning to feel woozy, and she could no longer run. She staggered over to her house, her breathing turning into pants. She was bleeding out. She needed to get to her parents.

"M…Mom…Dad…" She wheezed out, but her parents couldn't hear her as they went into the house.

"It's a shame, really." The voice of the attacker appeared behind her. "You're poor family won't get to see you one last time before you die." He grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. He held the knife up to be in her line of sight. "But you know they probably never even loved you. Who could love someone so vile as yourself? You look beautiful on the outside, but it's a shame that you're so hideous on the inside."

He then plunged the knife into her stomach. She screamed out from the intense pain, but his hand silenced her scream. He stabbed her again and again. This was it. This is how she would die. She hadn't been able to live the life she wanted. She wanted to try and become a model, and she would start her own make-up and hair business with her parents' help. She was going to marry a handsome actor, have two beautiful children, and live out her life with fame and wealth. But now she would be lucky if people remembered her for her brutal murder.

…

Mr. and Mrs. Ayanokoji entered their house with their security team right behind them. Mrs. Ayanokoji giggled out of being tipsy and shrugged off her fur coat.

She handed it off to a guard. "Tonight was really fun, honey."

"I'm sure it was." Her husband replied dully. He took his wallet from his suit pocket and put it in the drawer.

"You should join my friends' husbands playing poker. I'm sure you'll love the guys."

"I can't. I have work."

"Work, work. That's all you ever do. You need to live a little, honey. You're the CEO. The company won't come crashing down if you take one day a week off."

"I'll think about it."

Mrs. Ayanokoji huffed and ignored her husband's response. She could tell he wouldn't listen to her at all. She shouldn't be surprised. It always seemed like work was far more important than her and their daughter. By the way, where was their daughter?

"Where is Seika? Her car was in the driveway."

"She's probably in bed."

"This early?" Mrs. Ayanokoji walked into the living room and gasped at the mess. There was fluff from a ripped pillow and glass from a broken vase. Furniture was tipped over and broken and there was what looked like a small hole in their kitchen counter, as if someone had stabbed it. "What the hell happened here?"

Mr. Ayanokoji walked into the living room and grew surprised at the scene.

"Was she drinking my alcohol as well?" Mrs. Ayankoji grumbled as she picked up an open beer on the coffee table. "I swear to God, if Seika threw another party, I'm going to kill her."

"Honey, I have a feeling this wasn't a party."

She looked at her husband, who looked almost as pale as a ghost. She then followed his eyes and saw blood on their wooden floor. It could be nothing. It had to be nothing.

"Try calling her. There has to be a valid reason for this."

Mr. Ayanokoji nodded, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and dialed their daughter. The phone rang a few times before it finally answered.

"Hello, honey. Are you alright?"

"Dad, is that you?"

Mr. Ayanokoji was relieved by hearing his daughter's voice. "Oh, I'm so glad that you're ok. Where are you?"

"I'm outside in the backyard. I'm just hanging around."

The voice was no longer his daughter but now of a man with a sinister tone.

"Who, who are you? Where is my daughter?!"

A loud scream drew his attention to his wife, who was on the porch. He ran over to her and was about to ask what it was when he saw it for himself. Out by the big oak tree in their garden, hanging by her neck, was their daughter Seika. With a huge slit from her chest down to her stomach, blood dripping out. As if she had been gutted.

"Get her down!" He yelled at his security team. "And find the fucker who did this to her!"

"Oh, you're too late." The killer snickered over the phone. "I already left, but don't worry. You can always make another daughter. Hopefully, this time, she won't be a fucking self-conceded bitch!"

The killer then hung up, and Mr. Ayanokoji watched in horror as his security team got his daughter down from the tree. The only sound he could hear was his wife wailing beside him.

Hey guys, I'm back...ish haha. I know I have a whole bunch of unfinished stories. I'll be honest, I lost a lot of motivation writing fanfiction. Mainly because I'm trying to write an original book. So, that has been taking up my writing time. You're probably wondering why I'm writing this now. Well, I love Scream and Ghostface, and I just couldn't get this idea out of my head where it was giving me writer's block for my book. So I wanted to just write this to get it all out.

I was going to write it all out first so I wouldn't leave you guys with an unfinished story like before, but I couldn't help but give you guys a taste of it. I have written probably four or five chapters out already, but I'm going to be launching them maybe every few weeks or so. It will be a reward for me for writing this thing haha.

Also, this story is not going to be as long as my other stories obviously. I'm going to try and make this story only about 10-15 chapters long. Also, if you know Scream, it's going to be a murder mystery :0.

Now, for the question you are all asking (well, hopefully lol). Am I going to update my other stories? Well, I'm hoping too. In the future. I'm living in the UK right now for school, and with my book I'm writing. I have lost almost all my motivation to write fanfiction, besides this one. I'm just not that much into writing romance anymore. I'm more into horror and dark type of stories, and most of my stories on here are not like that. But some motivation to finish them is coming back while writing this, so who knows. Also, I have deleted some stories on my account if any of you noticed. Probably not haha. Those stories were either ones that I wasn't proud of anymore, or I knew I was never going to finish. The one that hurt the most was Asylum, but I just knew even after starting to rewrite it, I would never finish it.

Anyways, I'm blabbering. I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue.

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Until Next Time.-HH1957 (Might change the name, idk yet haha. Probably not.)