Obsession From the Shadows

Sacrifices

[Huge TW for blood and death in this chapter. Skip if you feel uncomfortable]

It was pure bliss from the very beginning. Her touch set my skin ablaze with a needy fire that I never thought I had in me. The freest I have ever felt is pinned between her arms on some stranger's bed. My chest rose and fell as I panted heavily, reminiscing in the passion that I was submerged in just moments ago. Turning my head ever so slightly, I'm overwhelmed by her magnificence yet again. Just past the view of her silhouette in the dim room, my clothes are strewn about the floor and tangled in her own, like a piece of artwork. Blinking slowly I try regain full control of my body. I find myself tingling all over, being fully intoxicated by the slight citrus smell of her perfume. Weakly, I slide my hand over her torso, feeling her large rib cage that juts out just under her stunning chest. Sofia seems just as dazed as I am, but she she smiles softly at me, displaying her pink braces framing her teeth.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I whisper breathlessly to her, staring right into her eyes.

Pulling me in closer by my hip she states, "I know I am. You are too, Tiffany." Sofia smirks, hand trailing up the side of my waist.

Of course I've been told that before. I have been put in the middle of every social circle I encountered throughout my life. My brother said it would be good for me, and I basked in the attention, but I don't think I ever can go back knowing about the tenderness of Sofia.

"Why? Why me?" I ask softly, feeling like this is all a setup that Jasper will strip from me in a moments notice.

She pauses and stops moving, "I'm not entirely sure myself... I heard rumors about you, and I was curious. then I suppose after some social media stalking, it felt as if there was more to the story."

"You stalked me?" My eyes widen in panic, heart pounding faster as I inch from her grasp slightly.

Sensing my unease, Sofia coos, "don't worry I didn't mean it in the illegal sense. It is kinda weird to look at your profiles, but I never dug into your private life. That's why I approached you, I wanted your consent to get to know you properly." She continues her hand movements, extending her arm to rub my bare back in a circular motion, "you're interesting, Tiffany. I like that about you."

Something about her genuine curiosity about me causes a shiver throughout my body. The attention was nice for once, leading me to be further drawn to this gorgeous woman. I think this is the first time I've ever wanted to connect with someone for my own emotional reasons. It feels good, she feels good.

Too bad it had to be ruined yet again.

Something is off. I haven't spotted my Y/n or that scum yet. Tiffany had went upstairs a while ago with another girl, maybe she had asked her where Clay is? But something about the whole ordeal seemed different. I sit on the couch, people passing by me without a second glance. Beside me sits a large stain of a spilled drink, I stare blankly at it as the music makes it hard for me to gather my thoughts. There hasn't been a single trace of Y/n this whole time, causing me to nervously fidget with my cloak.

"What's taking her so long," I mutter under my breath, finally rising to my feet. Making my way to the stairs, people brush past me as if I was as unnoticed as a shadow. That's fine, the only person I need to actually truly see me is Y/n.

The steps creak under my weight as I walk up them. The halls reek of body odor and party snacks, all the doors are closed tight. Sighing with distain, I press my ear up to each and every door down the hallway. The first is completely silent, the second emits loud moaning noises that don't match the voice of my target, the third has hushed murmurings. Listening a little longer, I can't make out what the voices are saying, but I know who they belong to.