Obsession (Frank x OC)

Book One:Bad Apple

There was another party of four up at the abandoned lodge up in the snowy mountains. The snow may have melted for the time being but the rain made sure that the gloomy night stayed cold. The young adults sat near the fire, the two men were drinking beers while the women were talking to each other.

The tall male in the middle seemed to be the leader. The other three flocking around him with admiration in their eyes.

He was a handsome boy with black and brown hair and cold blue eyes. His skin was fair and as he chugged another beer, a tattoo could be seen on his neck. At the moment he was in his grey hoodie, ripped jeans and dirty boots.

The others were laughing and joking around, pushing each other, while their leader was getting restless. His fingers twitching and a manic look in his eyes. The blonde beside him noticed his fidgeting and opened her mouth to get his attention but he had already pushed himself off the wall, shoving past another boy and pulling a white mask from his hoodie pocket.

"Frank? You okay?" called the darker skinned boy, glancing back and the latter grunted, gripping the sharp knife in his hoodie pocket. "Fine. Just restless. I'll be back." he called back in a husky voice. The three looked at each other, shrugging. "Joey, shouldn't we go after him?" asked the blonde, worried, and he shook his head.

"You know how he gets sometimes.. he's probably in a mood. Let him have his fun." he said and the two women shared concerned looks but tried to continue having fun.

Frank, who had just gotten outside, pulled the mask over his head and pulled up his hood. He sighed, stretching out his stiff muscles and began trekking through the thick trees. His fingers twitched and his blood began to rush with the anticipation of a kill. He knew there were people camping at the resort at the bottom of the mountain and they often hiked up to party or fuck under the waterfall.

He moved down the path, branches and leaves crunching under his light steps, following the light of a cabin that the resort used for guests. There were more, but this one was bigger. Which meant the group was bigger too.

More victims.

He cracked a smile, eager to start, only to pause when he heard a scream over loud music.

He whipped toward the noise and followed the sound of sobbing cries and whimpers to an open field.

His eyes zeroed in on a petite figure hovering over a young woman covered in blood, her leg twisted at an odd angle and her hair torn from her scalp. She was struggling to stay conscious, her arms shaking as she attempted to crawl away.

"Bitches like you irritate me, you know? You were fucking your best friend's boyfriend and he's such a sweetheart too. Studying and asking about your feelings." mocked the feminine voice of the figure. Frank's eyes never left her form as she paced around her prey, an obvious smirk in her voice. He couldn't see her face but he could see that her hair was red.

She wore a dark hoodie and low wasted jeans with thick combat boots, a large knife in her hand. A machete.

She moved fluidly, like a big cat stalking its' next meal. It made his heart jump.

"Are you gonna come out now? I know you've been watching me." she called suddenly and Frank chuckled lowly as he came out from his position, stalking up to them. He was not intimidated as he met a mask like his own, only this one was shaped like the top half of a wolf's skull and black in color with snarling fangs and sharp teeth.

He loved it.

"I didn't know there was someone else like us here." he murmured, staring at the mutilated woman, his head tilted and the grip on his knife tight. His companion could see he was itching to hurt something.