Is This Love?

Taken 4

Jeff's P.O.V. :

I was working desperately on the perfect plan for Casey's father. Lately though, ive been having a difficult time concentrating. Its been a week and a half since i last spoke with her. I cant say its not my fault though. I wouldn't allow her into my room at all while i was planning, i wanted it to be a surprise for her. I had known that she was around, that she was okay. I would listen to her foot steps through the halls, or to the sound of moving dishes in the kitchen. I smiled to myself as I thought of how she would talk to herself. Her scent still lingered in my room, which didn't help my situation much, but I loved it any way. Something had started to feel different, though. Something was..... wrong. I left to find her. She didn't respond to my calls, and I was beginning to worry. I went to her room, and sat on the bed in an attempt to calm myself. Deeply inhaling the scent of orchids. Maybe she just went out to get something from the store. I thought, but my worry only increased as the hours passed by, and the sun began to sink. I searched for any clue as to where she might be. That was when i found the note, neatly folded, and the corner tucked out from under her lamp. My hands shook as i unfolded it. It was addressed to me. 

          Jeff,

There is no other way to tell you this, but I've left you. The fact that you were more than willing to kill, my father, the only family I have left disgusts me. I could never love someone so sick. Its ridiculous that you thought I could ever love a beast like you. I have gone back with my father, but don't bother looking for me. I'm already gone.

I felt as if I had just been stabbed. I fell to my knees, in tears. No I cant accept this! This couldn't have been her. The look in her eyes.... was it just a trick? Was I seeing things just because that's how I wanted them to be? I couldn't have. There was too much proof to say otherwise.... but then again she couldn't have been taken either. I noted as there were no signs of a struggle anywhere. I looked at the letter again, the handwriting was off. I raced back to my room, and pulled out a finger print detection set. I tested the paper, no prints. Strange. I proceeded to test her pens, they were all hers..... except one. It was only a partial but it was different. The thing is it didn't match anyone in any of the data bases I hacked into. I was so.... ANGRY. I don't care where she is. I don't care who took her. I will find her. I will kill her father and anyone else who tries to stop me.... and take great pleasure in doing so. 

Casey's P.O.V. :

When I woke up, all I could see was black. My body was continuously encased in a freezing wind. I tried to move, only to find my arms and legs chained to the ground. The sound produced by moving them told me I was in some sort of basement. I tried to scream, call for help, but i found my mouth was stuffed with fabric. I began to struggle desperately against the chain in a panic, only to freeze at the sound of footsteps. "Well, well, well, looks like the little whore has finally awoken." I recognized that voice immediately and loathed it with every ounce of my being. Bright lights turn on around me in a flash, blinding me momentarily. When my vision had returned I looked up to see his face, smug as ever. He was still beaten from his last encounter with Jeff.... much to my satisfaction. He had several cuts still on his face. "You're a very interesting creature you know. Fought me even after I sedated you, you've got yourself a very sharp set of teeth." He proceeded to show me his arm, there was definitely a bite there but it didnt look human at all. It also looked pretty fresh. "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" He came and took the rag out of my mouth. I struggled to mumble something. "What was that?" He said. "I said when Jeff gets here, he will kill you.... slowly, while i watch, and when you're finally dead I hope you burn in hell!" He seemed to be taken aback by the sudden outburst, but then he laughed. He grabbed my face tightly. "Such foul words from such a pretty face." He paused. "I wonder how much someone would pay for a girl like you." I was filled with a growing revulsion towards this man. "Don't you dare! You filthy, Disgusting, pig headed, son of a-" "Now now child," I was hit with something hot and painful. The smell of burning flesh filled the room, as I screamed. I then realized he had branded me.... like i was cattle. He threw the red hot iron in front of me. It was just a simple X. The brand had weakened me considerably, leaving me to only be able to sit and stare at this hideous thing. He laughed as he walked out of the room. "Soon you will come to understand what you are now. You WILL learn to respect me. My little shark." UUH! that stupid nickname was back! He had called me that once as a child and i made sure he regretted it, but now I guess since I couldn't do anything about it... "Hes going to kill you!" I said in a sing-song voice. I began to laugh uncontrollably. "If I don't get my hands on you first!" My laughs got even louder as I thought of my fathers agonized screams. I could almost hear his pleas for mercy, but he would get no more mercy than what he gave me every day of my cursed life. "I wouldn't worry about that, child. I've taken VERY good care of him. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if his hatred for you even surpasses my own."