WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Thirty Two | Angels In The Sky

2 Months Until Victoria's Death...

It was quite odd to wake up alone in the house in what felt like forever. Victoria woke up all alone in between these empty walls. These walls that held nothing but sadness. The walls that spoke of all the negativity that ever happened in her life. She made up her mind, but not once did she think that she would lose him in the process. She thought it was him and her against the world, but she was mistaken. It was like going back to the very beginning of her story. A poor girl, fighting her demons, and fighting everyone around her just to stay safe.

Victoria got up and made herself a cup of coffee, black like her soul as Samuel liked to say when she asked him what he wanted. She giggled at the thought of him, reminiscing about how all the good memories that went on in this house were related to him.

She sat down on the couch where they spent most of their nights, plotting, figuring out what they must do next, but now she was on it alone, dreading the moment she opened her mouth and lost her love in the process. She looked around, tears forming in her eyes, ready to be let go into the world, but even when she was alone she couldn't help but feel someone's presence.

It could be her mind playing games on her, but she refused to believe that she was going mad. She must stay sane if she ever wanted to stay alive. See, with Samuel, she had a sliver of hope to win all of this, but now with him gone she knows she doesn't stand a chance against all four of them. Victoria couldn't be certain on whether Samuel took a trip to the dark side and joined them in their journey against her, or if he was in his apartment smoking weed and watching movies. But she couldn't shake the thought of getting up and checking it out for herself. It was her in her essence, if she didn't know what was going on around her at all times it would drive her mad.

Without a second thought Victoria got up, leaving her coffee half finished and her house a big mess. The cushions were thrown across the room where she threw them last night when she bawled her eyes out. The TV screen left broken after she aimlessly threw the remote at it. The blood on the floor, giving the floorboards a nice red wine color where she cut her skin open, wishing for death to walk in and take her away from here. She put whatever clothes she could find in the dressing room and made her way to the front door. Only to be greeted with a rather large bearded man who reeked of weed at the entrance.

She jumped back and closed the door, but the man only stood there with his foot stopping the door from closing. At first Victoria thought this is it, this is how I die. But she was mistaken, once again. This man was going to be the reason she can live for another day or two, maybe longer, for this man is the only one holding the answer to all her questions. "Wait!" The man took a deep breath to cover the pain that came upon him when Victoria smashed the door onto his foot. "I'm here for Samuel!" With the mention of his name, Victoria opened the door, eyes buried to the floor with embarrassment. Hearing Samuel's name get thrown into the air gave her a glimpse of hope, a new vision. Maybe Samuel sent this odd masculine man her way to deliver a message to her, and with that Victoria Blane couldn't be more mistaken. I must admit, as the narrator of this story, that if this man were to be the slightest bit late in his arrival. If he decided to pass by a gas station to get coffee, or if he desperately needed to piss, this story would have ended here, but with the power of the divine and a glimpse of hope, here he was, wearing a ripped up black shirt with green shorts. A pretty ugly look to say the least. "How do you know Samuel?" Victoria asks, not asking him to come inside and sit, she didn't trust her own father to walk into this house anymore, let alone a random man who could easily pass for a child predator. "Samuel and I go way back," The man looked inside the house, desperately waiting for Victoria to invite him in.

PS: She never did.

"Well you could go way back to where you came from and leave me alone," Victoria shot back, "Samuel and I are over." She tried to slam the door shut, but was met with the man's foot once again. "That really hurts sweetheart," The man cried, "Can we stop closing the door and just hear each other out?"

"Why would I ever listen to you—"

"Because he is with them!" The man yells. She didn't understand what he meant at first, until she looked down at herself and saw that she was all dressed up mainly to answer the question that this man just answered. She tried to fight the tears. To keep her pain tucked down inside. She didn't understand any of this, she was in full denial, and as much as I hate how nerve racking Victoria is, I couldn't feel more sorry for her. "How do you know?" She cried. Waiting for him to start laughing and tell her he is just an alcoholic who came to fuck with her. A stalker. Hell, she would've settled for a im just a child predator and im here to fuck with you cause im bored. But none of that happened, the man looked down at her and fought against taking her in for a hug. Victoria could tell that he could see the pain in her eyes, but not once did she think that she would look up and see the man crying too.

"Would you like to come in?" Victoria asked, feeling a slight guilt eat up her body, she was sure the man was no longer a threat, she even felt bad for the man crying because of something silly as her and Samuel.

"No darling," The man wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, "I merely came here to warn you of what's coming." Victoria's eyes widened and her heart raced, "What's coming?" She repeated after the man, double checking that she heard him right, making sure that it wasn't the voices playing more games on her and making her fear everything around her. "They're coming for you Victoria." He said again, "Be careful." The man turned around and made his way back to where he came from, only stopping when Victoria called after him, "Yes, my dear?" The man stopped and looked back at her, "Atleast tell me your name." She shouted. The man smiled, "Samuel never mentioned me to you?" He said, but the look on Victoria's face mixed with her silence answered his question for him. The man turned around again, walking back to where he came from, and only stopping to answer her question, "The name is Salem dear."