My hero, my lover.

Chapter 26.

Chapter 26- Nightmares and Paranoia.

Weeks flew by and gradually things got back to normal, but Rebecca knew something was afoot. It was too quiet and that unsettled her, a lot. Alan tried to calm her nerves by keeping her preoccupied with events and outings to places but it only made her worse as she felt eyes on her everywhere she went. Even within the house she seemed paranoid. 'But was it really paranoia?' was what was running through Alan's head. Day after day and night after night Alan would make his guards patrol the house and walls to see if Rebecca's uneasiness was real or not but day's turned in to nights and nothing was ever found.

Sitting by herself in her room, Rebecca stared out the window, watching the wind rustle the trees and bushes. She was fed up with the constant feeling of being watched. She tried to convince herself that she was being pathetic but she still wouldn't shake the feeling. Nights were the worst as she felt venerable, for when she would fall asleep she felt as though someone would come kill her or again take her away.

She was too afraid to ask Alan to stay with her at night so she had countless days without a wink of sleep. She hid it well behind make up so Alan thought she was still sleeping well. She knew that this would come back to haunt her as nights are the most cruel to the mind. Paranoia does set in and you swear you can see things in the corners of your eyes. This made her cry endlessly some days as she seriously thought Ronald was out to get her still. She knows he doesn't give up easily and would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Alan woke up early one morning and decided to go check on Rebecca. Walking around the halls with just his briefs and a gown and matching slippers, he made his way to her room and stood outside the door. He knocked lightly and opened not waiting for a reply. Peering inside, he saw that the bed was freshly made and that Rebecca was not in her room. Panic spread over him as he was still quite upset with her for running away, and dejavu began to reply in his mind. Running around the house he searched high and low for her, not finding her at all. He saw none of his servants nor guards anywhere.

Turning to face the kitchen, he slowly walked toward the door and lightly pressed his hand to the light wood and pushed ever so gently. Before the door was even fully open, he could smell something foul. Turning his nose up at the smell he continued to slowly push the door open.

His hand fell limply to his side as his draw dropped to his chest, he fell on his knees and stared. Trying to find any will or want to stand up was forgotten as what he saw made his heart shatter and his organs to quake with fear. Blood lined the walls in every direction, only leaving little space left where you could see the tiles, the pots that hung from the hooks above the counter all had blood pouring out of them, dripping in to a pool of the red liquid on the counter. Knives lay on the floor and protruding from the walls showing signs that there was a fight. Corpses lay on the floor all cut up and mangled, all lay in one direction, leading round the side of the counters, the guard's corpses made a path to something around the edge. Knowing what was around the corner, he already began to weep. Tears streaming like a never ending river, uneven breathing patterns and deathly silence were all that remained as he stared at the unmoving form of Rebecca Scott. He leaned down to hold her, kneeling on the floor, he pulled her blood soaked body on to his lap, staring at her open mouth.

She held a knife tightly in her right hand. Attempting to detach her hand from the knife was impossible and caused his brows to knit together in a knot. 'Rigamortis must have set in'. He thought to himself. Looking back to her face he saw that her lip twitched. 'What?'

"You infernal man, you thought I loved you, you fool! DIE!" Rebecca screamed as she swung at him with the knife.

Jumping from his nightmare Alan woke early staring at his reflection in the mirror. He needed to send the guards on a training course after such a dream like that. Not a single woman could take down an army of guards. Sighing, he went to check on Rebecca.