Clouds Cover the Sun Because they like the warmth

A Near Dance With Death

Trigger Warning: Idk if to say attempted murder but that's what we are going with because no one was harmed, physically.

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Compared to the other few days things calmed down surprisingly. It was almost suspicious. In fact she and Norman rarely had run-ins with Rody and Vincent despite them being there with them. Yet neither Norman or Manon cared as they were kept busy by other things happening at the convection. Several other people interacted with them and they were nicer than Vincent. Three days had passed, and they had been hectic. So hectic that she nor Norman did not want to go to another restaurant and having to sit with a crowd of people. So Norman had gone to go get some food to pick up and eat at their hotel room instead. Manon though had wanted to stay behind. Wearing a pair of heels was a freaking pain in the ass. She regretted bringing a pair of new heels she hadn't broken into yet. 

She flipped the next page to her book. She had been rather intrigued by the book Yellow Wallpaper after her attack. A woman tormented by a plain wallpaper, as crazy as it was, it felt oddly relatable. Being stuck tormented by a figure that wasn't really there. Something no one could see, and yet it was there. A sudden knock caused her to jump slightly. As she sat her book to her side she thought it was odd. Nobody spoke from the other side. Norman would let her know if it was him. Not to mention he had a key with him. He should be able to get in. That's when she heard someone fiddling with the lock. Panic set through Manon. Norman knew damn well how to use a key, and she was trapped. With no way out of her room. 

As quickly as she could Manon dove under the bed. Carefully crawling towards the middle of the bed. Covering her mouth with her hands as the door burst open. Her heart rate was rapidly beating as footsteps graced across the floor. When a pair of black dress shoes with black slacks came into her view, she knew it was not Norman. Her body quivering as chills ran down her spine. The room felt like it was ice. The footsteps stopped in the middle of the room before walking back towards the door. Manon knew he was not going away that easily. Steps on plush carpet changed to steps on tile. The harsh tug of the shower curtain was heard as Manon closed her eyes. Trying her best to suppress her tears as her heartbeat was right in her ears. Her mind flashed back to Norman. He was out with no set time on when he was going to come back. He could come back now and get attacked, or he may come back and find her-. 

Manon couldn't think like that. Not now she needed a way to escape. Footsteps approached back into the main room. Manon had no weapon. Barely any way to defend herself from him. Steps moved over to the closet as she heard the door open. She bit her lip as the footsteps walked closer to her. Every step activated another flash of Manon's life. Her parents, her friends, her family, her coworkers, Norman. When he comes back she may be dead. Tears were flowing down her face by now as the pair of feet were now in front of the bed she was hiding under. Manon's body was fully shaking as she expected to see Vincent's eyes staring back at her. That was until thudding footsteps were coming from down the hall. A bright gleam of light crossed her vision as a knife clattered on the floor. The intruder quickly rushed out of the room. 

"HEY!" A familiar voice shouted as one pair of footsteps ran away, and another pair approached the room. Manon remained in her hiding spot. Her hands over her mouth as her eyes stared right at the knife. A kitchen knife that could easily belong in a kitchen. Another shiver went down her spine as she felt like she was in the freezer again. Her body tied to that horrid table right next to a saw. Her breathing was getting heavier by the second as she could only shake her head in disbelief. Almost completely ignorant to the other pair of footsteps running into the room. 

"Manon?" Norman's voice spoke leaving Manon in utter disbelief. Yet she felt untrusting. Remaining under the bed as Norman rushed over to the knife. Looking under the bed as he did so before seeing her. 

"Manon!" His voice exclaimed in relief. Pushing the knife away as he moved closer to her while Manon crawled out. Quickly wrapping her arms around him as he held her. The two gripped onto each other as if one of them were going to be taken away from the other. Manon could feel a slight tingle on her shoulder. Then another, and another. She knew Norman was crying, and she couldn't care less. She didn't want anything more than to just hold him close. 

"Do you know who that was?" Norman asked after a few minutes of silence. After a few minutes of sobs. 

"I don't know. I thought it was you at first because someone knocked then I heard them picking the lock. Did you see them?" Manon looked right at him. His face said it all. His eyes turned white. 

"I'm calling the police." Norman tried to remove himself from her grasp, but that did not work. 

"Don't. Please." Manon begged as she looked Norman in the eyes. His mouth remained agape. 

"Manon. He tried to kill you! Twice!" Norman exclaimed as Manon sighed looking down. 

"I know, but what proof do we have?" Norman sighed, and Manon knew she had a point. 

"Let me shut the door, and then we can eat." Norman's eyes were a lighter color. Though Manon knew what he wanted to do. She just couldn't let him. Not yet at least.

The evening came by, and Manon was incredibly rattled throughout the entire evening. Not eating much, and barely even letting Norman go. Her mind still rattled after what had happened. Now very intent on using the dead bolt for the rest of their stay. The kitchen knife tucked under her pillow just in case. Though she knew this nightmare would not stop. It would not stop until either her or Vincent were dead, or maybe if Vincent was scared away. Though in the week she had dated him, and in the two she had known him barely anything scared Vincent. Then again there was one thing Vincent was constantly after. One thing could ruin it. This would be tricky, but then again if they did this. Who was to say Vincent would stop going after them. 

"Norman." Manon spoke without looking at him at first. Terrified as to what she was about to say. She could feel Norman's gaze. 

"Would you be willing to do something a little dangerous for me?" Norman remained silent for a few minutes. 

"What is it?" Manon looked him dead in the eyes. The two had devised a plan, and hopefully it would work tomorrow.