"Okay, go ahead." I held the orange, candy-filled bowl out to the bubbly group of trick-or-treaters that stood on my front steps. I didn't bother with the 'take one' as I watched their hands invade the bowl. Like they actually would. Besides, they seemed to be the last group of the night.
"Happy Halloween!" They wished, dispersing from my view.
"Happy Halloween..." I called as I blew out the jack-o'-lantern's candle that sat on the steps and headed inside.
I left the nearly empty bowl on the coffee table, deciding to rid myself of the pretty suggestive grim reaper costume I wore. It was so unlike me to go for costumes like these, but I wanted to try something new this year. That, and I actually had plans on going out until my friends decided to cancel on me with a pathetic excuse.
I started for the stairs, the creaks of them under my feet were the only sounds heard through the empty house. It was a familiar setting for me as my parents behaved more like teenagers than I ever could, running in and out of the house. Mostly out. And tonight was no different, especially not tonight as they had a clear reason to do so. I could only expect them back by the crack of dawn.
I reached my bedroom and began peeling the fabric of my costume from my body to slip into something more comfier. I chose a t-shirt and pajama bottoms.
As I finished up, I decided I should treat myself to the leftover candy and have a horror movie marathon in my living room. It would probably be the most fun I would have tonight.
I left my room and began to descend the stairs when a shuffling noise came from below. I stood still. It seemed to have stopped when I had.
I gulped down my slight fear and continued down the stairs anyway. Perhaps I had only imagined it.
"Boo."
I spun around at the voice in my ear. "Fuck, Billy!" I shoved away the grinning figure of Billy Loomis that had stood hidden under the shadow of the staircase. "Jesus! What are you doing here? How the fuck did you even get in?"
"Back door." He motioned behind him with his thumb.
I groaned inwardly, remembering the broken lock on it.
"I like the way you say my name when you're scared..."
"Oh, really?"
His fingers reached up, playing with the ends of my hair. "What have you been up to tonight?"
I gave a slight shrug as he pushed the hair behind my shoulder.
He watched me. His eyes mirroring nothing, but darkness.
"What about you?" I spoke.
They appeared to smile at me as the question left my lips, even if one didn't grace his face. "You wouldn't believe..."
He sent a shiver through me as his cold fingertips made contact with my neck. I would have wanted to believe the cause for it was simply the coldness to his fingers. But I knew better.
"Why not?"
He let them trail down the side of my arm, before they returned to his side. He stood silent, dark eyes capturing mine. His stare, so intense, it could've unnerved anyone, but me. Instead, those bottomless eyes drew me in, and I knew, they would never let me go. "I'm going after Sidney Prescott."
It was my turn to stay silent. His words should've caused confusion in me. But I knew the meaning they held. The same way I knew who was truly responsible for the gruesome murder of her mother that had occurred here, in the small, quiet town of Woodsboro, almost a year ago.
"Are you going to leave me now too?" His low voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Or..." He circled me, fingers slipping beneath my shirt from behind. "Will I have to kill you first?" I felt him press a cold metal to my stomach.
I should've ran away from him and never looked back, but I had no such urge. Instead, I flipped myself to face him. My eyes were met with his, the blade of his knife now on the small of my back. "Would you really?" My voice dropped to a whisper.
His eyes gleamed with a strange light as I felt him move the knife out from under my shirt.
I should've been terrified, he could've killed me at this very moment if he wanted to. Instead, I watched as he let the tip of the knife trail over my clothes, past my stomach, past my chest, and finally stopping at my neck. He could've slit it so easily. But he removed the knife. And where it had been, he left a hungry kiss.
My breath caught in my throat, his lips were a burning sensation against my skin. He was so warm. It was enough to make my knees buckle, but he pulled away all too soon.
"Don't force me to..." His lips brushed against my neck with every spoken word.
"Oh, I won't." I murmured, feeling a smile tug at my own lips. "Because I'm not going anywhere, Billy."
He watched me, eyes twinkling as he let the tip of the knife lightly brush along the edge of my mouth. "Swear?"
I could hear the hint of vulnerability his single one word question contained, but I knew why. I knew the pain he carried, I knew the torment he had to endure. It was his motive. It was his mother's abandonment, brought upon by Maureen Prescott.
"I swear..." My lips made contact with the cool blade of his knife, pressing a tender kiss to it. "On my life."
I had lost my mind, you would say.
Yeah. A long time ago.
He studied me, withdrawing the knife from my lips to his own. "And she sealed it with her kiss to death..." He whispered against it as his face lit up with his crazed grin, my grin. Then the knife was gone, hidden somewhere once more. "But I can't promise the same. I'll have to leave you for Sidney." He paused, his fingers trailing across my jaw. "It won't be what it looks like. You'll have to trust me, not what you'll see." His lips lingered close to mine. "I won't let you down."
"I trust you, Billy." It was all I got to say before his mouth devoured mine. He kissed me, each kiss hard, demanding, ...desperate. And I found myself kissing back, matching it all.
My fingers found the hem of his shirt, wandering beneath it as my nails raked across the hard planes of his abdomen. I couldn't help but smile, my own crazed smile, as I felt him shudder under my touch.
He let out a growl as he began walking me backwards, his own fingers now playing with the waistband of my bottoms.
We had done things before, but I knew tonight would be different...
We stumbled up the stairs, never losing contact with the other's lips as his hands now roamed all over my body. I moaned, as he touched me at last, in the place that only he knew how to. My hand finally grasped a familiar door knob, pushing it open to where he would finally take me, once and for all.
"You're not safe anymore." I lay in Billy's arms, his voice was like velvet in the quiet room. "I was your first."
I looked at him, complete silence consuming us. "Those are the rules..."
"Those are the rules." He repeated softly.
"Do what you have to do, Billy."
He pressed my body to his. "Killing you is not in there. It's not now either." His fingertips traced mindless patterns on my shoulder. "Just sit back and watch it all. You'll like my scary movie..."
I gazed at him, his dark hair hung in his face, always determined to keep half his face in shadow as his eyes seemed to smolder, getting even darker, if that was possible. He was like a fallen angel to me. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. But to the rest of the world, he would be a psychopath, a madman. They'd never understand. He was truly only an abandoned soul, looking for his sweet revenge. And I was not going to get in the way of that.
He took hold of my chin, bringing my lips to his. It was as if he had seen through me. I felt his kiss all over. Slow. Sensual. "Enjoy my scary movie..." He murmured against me.
A month later, Casey Becker and Steve Orth were found completely hollowed out, ripped open from end to end.
