MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)

Meeting Moxley

Two weeks had passed since I ended my relationship with Dean. I had not been questioned about what happened by Kelly or Roman. I knew that they knew we was no longer together. They were delivering the gifts Dean would send me every other day. The latest one being a large bouquet of roses with a note saying sorry yet again. The other gifts were mainly chocolates, sketches and what not. He was trying to be romantic. Romance I hated. Even so, I had to hand it to him, he was trying. Nothing was ever said each time Kelly or Roman placed the gifts on my desk in front of me. My new assistant Daniel always snickered to himself to see how many gifts I had received. He must have thought they were from someone trying to catch my attention, not my ex who showed himself to be violent. I never thanked Dean for the gifts. I would place them on the unit which was now forming a large pile of gifts that were unappreciated. I felt guilty for ignoring his efforts yet I knew I had to stay strong. Unless he could prove to me he was going to restrain himself when angry, would start to accept my answer as no when ever I should so give that answer and show me he was not going to control me, I couldn't take him back. I had to make sure I didn't fall into the same trap as last time. It was now late at night, the end of my workload. I had stayed behind later to make sure I got it all done. It was the weekend and I couldn't wait to get home and relax. Grabbing my coat and bag I turned to see all of Deans gifts. I sadly smiled to them, unable to carry them all home even if I wanted to. I was forced to leave them behind. Deciding to grab the roses at least I picked them up once my coat was on and headed out the office. I made my way to the ground floor without much struggle and down stairs. Waiting there for me was a taxi I had prearranged already. I got in, gave my address and relaxed for the ride home. Once back I placed the roses down on my kitchen counter. I admired how beautiful the roses were for a moment before heading to the door to leave my shoes on the rack. For the next thirty minutes I did my usual routine. Getting a shower and putting pyjama shorts and a vest on, grabbing ice cream and some beer, sitting on the sofa to watch what ever film or programme I felt like. This was my life now. The life I had assumed when I first got here. It was a little lonely but at least I wasn't being used. At least I wasn't being told what to do.

Half way through my film my phone began to ring. I lazily picked it up, not checking who it was as I clicked answer and placed it next to my ear. "Hello?" I asked with a tired voice. Nothing. I said it again, thinking maybe they didn't hear me. I could only hear breathing down the other end of the line. Paying more attention I looked at my phone screen to see the number was withheld. I slowly pulled the phone back to my ear, listening closely in hope they would speak soon. "Who is this?" I asked more sternly. I was starting to feel a little freaked out. "I am watching you!". I flinched the phone away from my ear an inch. A voice changer masked the voice freaking me out but I was convinced this was some kind of prank. "Who is this? How did you get my number?" I knew if this was a prank they wouldn't know my name. The phone was registered to my dad for safety precautions. To prevent my ex finding out where I was. The tainted voice chuckled darkly at me. I didn't recognise that laugh. It was sickly to hear. Even with the voice changer I couldn't recognise the pattern of the laugh. "I was in your apartment Rachel. I am the one who killed Kai. If it wasn't for your emails I wouldn't have found him so easily. You are on my list! You can not escape me! I am Moxley!" I inhaled sharply, my whole body froze. I was stuck holding the phone as my lips trembled. I somehow believed every word the voice told me. It wasn't like Moxley followed his usual pattern anymore. How the hell did he come across me? Why was he calling me and breaking into my apartment? "I'll call the cops!" I threatened, my voice stuttering as I spoke. "No you wont. If you do they won't catch me anyway. If you do, I will kill anyone you know and care about. Kelly is easy pickings. If I kill her I will have to take out her boyfriend also. Roman is it?" "You wouldn't!" I almost shouted down the phone at him. I was literally crying. I didn't doubt this voice at all. I didn't doubt he wasn't Moxley. But why? How?