Obsession | ✔

Part Six

Nic set his Cel on the dingy hotel bed and sat at the end of it.

The crazed man had drove for hours in attempt to escape the person who was threatening his Celestina. They couldn't be following him, now could they? Not unless they want a death wish which he'd happily give.

Nic felt the need to keep his Cel safe and if it was running for the rest of their lives then so be it. He couldn't risk losing her when he'd just taken her to live out their life. Sure there were times when he didn't understand some of the things she said but he tried to piece together the words and soon hoped to teach her his language.

Nic stood up and started pacing the room, years of practice left his footsteps practically silent. He needed to come up with a plan and quickly so he didn't lose Cel. In his mind, she had already gotten used to him- but then again he wasn't sure, didn't she try to run? No, impossible, she was just playing a game, yes that was it. It was all a game.

The man glanced at Cel, she was still passed out on the bed, her arms bend upwards and her hair scattered all around her.

Nic wanted her already, he wanted to make sure she was here with him forever.

He walked over to her and sat next to her side then gently reached up to run his fingers through her hair. God he loved her hair. Their kids needed to have her hair color. And even her eye color.

Nic didn't want to do this but he needed to. He glanced down at her top that was starting to pull down from the way he put her down. As he seen her soft pink bra strap he wanted to cover her up but he forced himself. It was for the best. It had to be.

With shaking hands, he lifted her shirt up so it was bunched around her chest that was slowly rising and falling.

Nic crawled over her and hovered his lips above her neck, letting out a shaky breath he gently placed his lips on her neck, kissing downwards and pausing when he reached her breasts. He had never done something like this before, sure he had seen bras before from the victims he killed but he never thought he'd be doing this to his Cel. Nic loved her so much and didn't want to lose her.

He swallowed down his fear and trailed his kissed down to the edge of her pants.

Nic really didn't want to do this. Why was he doing this again? The man closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath. He was nervous and trembling horribly.

He reached to unbutton her pants but froze when one of her hands were moving. Nic stopped, what what he thinking? He pulled down her shirt and backed away to the wall.

Slowly, he slid down with his knees curled to his chest. He has started to gently whistle.

The sound of her stirring on the bed caught his attention but he couldn't bring himself to look at her. He almost ruined her. But he had almost ruined himself.

He could tell she was starting to panic because she was breathing heavily and quickly. Either that or she was starting to cry. Or both.

Putting on a blank face he stood up to stand beside the bed where she was now sitting up in.

"What did you do to me?" She asked, trying to move away.

"What was best." He told her and he grabbed her arm, "please believe me."

She didn't know what he was getting at but she agreed as long as it would prolong her life. Cel didn't trust him whatsoever but she was terrified.

There was a knock on one of the windows making Nic stiffen up. He could feel his blood pressure rising, he needed to stop stressing.

He opened the curtain and didn't see anything. But he looked closer and noticed a note taped to the window, words written in his language.

'The cops have been called, have fun.

Yours Truly.'

Nic turned back to Celestina and quickly walked to her and grabbed her arm.

"Come, we must leave." They went to the main entrance and he paid and gave the receptionist back the key.

He just dragged Cel behind him and he didn't know that behind his back she turned to the worker and mouthed 'help me'

The worker noticed and stood up, "sir, can you please come back. I need to verify a few things." Nic stopped and glanced at Cel who looked straight at his chest, not flinching.

But the receptionist had pressed a button under her desk.

"Can you verify your identity, there have been a few card scams around here lately." The man just tapped his hand on his leg and walked back over to the worker. But Nic could tell something was up.

"Okay, I need you to verify your last name, and birthday."

"Videl, V-i-d-e-l. June 5th." Was all he said and she asked a few more questions before he could hear the sirens.

The crazed look from earlier reached his eyes and he glared at the worker.

"You did this, didn't you?" The worker didn't say anything and Nic released Cel, grasping the workers arms, he just yanked, pulling them out of socket and grasped her head. Nic gave a sharp yank and snapped the receptionists neck, letting her fall limply to the floor. He looked for Cel but she had started to run. Why must she make things difficult.