Obsession (A Dark Romance)

Chapter 1

Little Doe

"Can you help me do this please?" I ask Liz, while trying to stuff everything from my apartment into a suitcase.

Liz comes walking down the hall towards the living room, where I am currently losing my mind.

"You do realize the moving truck is literally for packing your stuff right?" She says, rolling her eyes while folding some of my laundry to fit into other bags.

I huff, "yes I know, you ass." I say laughing. Liz is my closest friend. We always pick on each other but in a loving manner.

"Why are you even moving into that creepy place? It's like a hundred years old." She says.

Zipping up my remaining suitcases, I take a break and plop onto the floor. Being there is no more furniture in here, this is the only place to sit at the moment.

"For your information, my grandfather put me in his will before he died. He wanted me to have the house." I say, looking up at her from the floor.

Liz shrugs, "well, you'll be the one staying there so...."

I smirk, "you know damn well you'll be hanging out with me."

Liz smiles, sits down on the floor with me and wraps her arms around my side.
"Yeah you're right."

Next Day

I step out of my car and look up, seeing a tall Victorian house. It's just like how I remember it. Old and dusty, creepy and chilling. Just how I like it.

Closing my car door, i stride my way over to the staircase, taking my first steps up to the door. It seems like years since I've been here last. My grandfather passed away 6 months ago, but it still doesn't seem real. - Once I take a final step up next to the door, i take a deep breath in and unlock it.

Swinging the door open, I step inside. My grandparents had great taste. Everything in the house looks dark. They liked the grungy/goth look to it. That's probably why I am who I am today.

I don't get my appearances much from them though. Looking more like my mother - pitch black hair, green eyes and a smart ass mouth.

There are cobwebs everywhere. Any place you can think of a spider crawling, that's where the webs are. I need to clean this place up, asap.

It needs to be perfect.

But before I do any type of cleaning, I still have a job to do - walking over to the kitchen area, I clean off the island that is attached to the kitchen counter, sitting my computer right on top.

Working as a writer has its perks - one of them being able to express myself in all my words on pages. It also has a downside as well, which is having to go to signings. With someone who is an introvert, signing books is a huge no no. Alas, it is for the fans, and all I want if for my fans to know I care.

Putting my finger on the keyboard, I start typing away. Into the search bar, I type the name of my blog into it.

I have a blog, only so i can update my readers on when a new sighing will be or about my newest books that are coming out. I'd much rather talk to people over my computer screen, than to talk in person, but you gotta do what you got to do sometimes.

After I'm all done working, I close my laptop to get ready to clean up this house.

...

After cleaning up the house all night, I hopped into the shower and into my bed to sleep. The house was a mess and needed all the tlc it could get. I woke up the next morning all groggy. That's what happens when you're picking up old shit around the house at midnight.

Getting up for the day, I go over to my closet to pick out an outfit.
Fuck, I forgot that I have the signing today.

"Motherfucker." I say to no one but myself. Maybe the ghosts of this old home heard. Oh well. They've probably said some naughty things in their past life.

Looking though my closet, I grab a low cut blouse, that shows enough cleavage, but still leaves myself covered enough to make myself look presentable - adding some women's dress pants to the mix and some black chunky heels. I do some subtle makeup, putting everything away, opening up my front door and head to my car.

The book signing is in the middle of town, which is about a 25 minute drive from me. Not too far, but not too close either.

I pull into the parking lot of the book store, and turn off the car. I take a big breath in.

"Breathe Darcy, breathe. You'll be fine. It's only about 200 people." I say as I roll my eyes to myself.  "Why'd I even do that to myself."

I get out of the car, and stride my way over to the bookstores double doors. Before I could make my way over, I bump into something that feels rock hard.

"Fuck. Ouch. I'm so sorry!" I say. My vision goes a little wobbly, so before I stand up, I let myself focus.

I look up before me and see a man with a hood over his head. Even though he is covered, I can still see pitch black raven hair underneath, a sliver of hair hanging out in front of his forehead. I see a long scar running through sideways on his top and bottom lip.

All the man does is stare at me. He makes no sudden movements. No helping me up or saying sorry.

I stand up on my own, and brush myself off.
"Well, thanks for the help asshole." Rolling my eyes, I push past him and head into the store. His head turns back to look at me once more before making his way to wherever he's going.

Good riddance to him. Adios dickhead. Not gentlemen like at all with no manners what so ever. God, I'm happy I'll never see him again.