his dreams || j.b.

three

His eyes scanned over the crowd, watching everyone jumping and dancing to the music. The club's lights flashed vibrant colors which shot through the otherwise dark dance floor.

He was standing on a platform above them all, surrounded by his friends. Alcohol ran through his veins and made him feel alive.

It made him feel like he could do anything.

The flashlight that he was holding came to a stop on what he thought was a beautiful woman.

She was wearing a red dress. It ended mid-thigh and hugged her curves. Her long brunette hair cascaded in waves, moving with her hips as she danced.

He licked his lips. It would be her. He knew then that the dress wouldn't be the only red thing on her body that night.

Red was good, he thought. It suited her well.

His deep brown eyes met with hers. She had noticed the flashlight. With a nod of his head, he took a step off the platform and grabbed her wrist.

"You're Justin Bieber," she laughed softly, intertwining her fingers with his. She watched his tattooed arm as he led her through the crowd and towards the back of the club.

He looked back at her, smirking almost evilly. "That's right." He pulled her out the door to reveal his escalade sitting in the alley.

"Where are we going?" She stopped walking, but hadn't let go of his hand. A part of her was fearful, but the larger part of her wasn't caring. This was Justin Bieber. How many times in your life could you say he pulled you out of a crowd?

"Does it matter?" His smooth voice sounded, almost like he had been reading her mind. When she climbed into the car, he knew the answer. No.

"Address?" He looked at her as he climbed into the driver's seat. She gave it without hesitation, soon resting her hand on his thigh. Chills ran up his spine. His hand soon rested on top of hers.

Soon enough they had arrived at her place and were inside the doors, unable to be separated from each other. Their lips found eachother's without a hesitation in the world. His shirt and jacket laid on the floor, and he was working on pulling that red dress from her body.

"Red looks so good on you.." He muttered deeply as his eyes trailed down her body.

Her only response was a blush as she once again took his hand and led him up to her bedroom. He followed her with a grin on his face.

"Justin.." She giggled softly as he hovered over her, supporting himself with one arm as his lips moved against her neck. When he sucked on the skin below her ear she let out a soft moan, which turned him on.

However, not as much as when he had seen her in that red dress. That had really done the trick.

"Baby girl." He kissed her ear gently, a smirk pulling at his lips.

A sudden scream pierced the air and his hand immediately flew to her mouth and pressed down on it. Hard. "Shut up." He hissed.

He was now sitting on top of her, the one hand on her mouth and the other on the handle of his knife. Which was lodged in her side. He yanked it out, feeling her let out another scream into his hand.

And another, as he plunged it back in elsewhere. Then yet another as he dragged it upwards in her torso. "Shh." He leaned down, gently kissing her forehead.

"I told you baby girl," He mumbled. "Red looks so good on you."

Her eyes bore into his, just as they had at the club.

Then, her world went dark.

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Yikes. Crazy dream, huh? ;)

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