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

The true Moxley

I had waited till I was sure Moxley was asleep. I hadn't heard any walking around in the apartment next door for some hours now. It was 3am and I was sure Dean would be asleep also. I had to somehow alert him to me being in danger without Moxley finding out. I couldn't just do it on the phone. I was smart enough to know Moxley was listening in and recording all my phone conversations. Grabbing my phone I knew I had to at least hear Deans voice. I sneaked across the apartment and towards the main door. Opening the door as silently as possible, I crept out of the apartment and closed the door just as carefully. I breathed out a heavy breath, tiptoeing past Moxley's apartment door I listened carefully to hear snoring coming from the other side. I stood still, placing my hand on his door as I placed my ear against the cold wood. I could hear his heavy snores, some mumbles. Scrunching my eyebrows I took in the thought of how he was a human being just like everyone else. His snores would have been adorable if it wasn't for the fact he acted like a heartless monster. Deciding to not waste anymore time I slowly crept down the hall and towards the stairs. Being careful to not make any more noise than necessary I headed down one step at a time. When I reached the bottom hall I headed for the main door, taking a seat on the bench that sat on it's own against the wall in the corridor. I looked down at my phone, exhaling out a shaky breath as I worried if Dean would even be happy to hear from me. He had ignored my calls and texts, gone away without telling me and now I was sure he was probably over me. He possibly had met someone else. The thought of it hurt me deeply. A single tear slipped down my cheek as I brought up Dean's number and hovered my thumb over the call icon. I didn't know how he would react. I didn't know if he would even answer the phone to me. Deciding to suck it up I sobbed a little, clicking call and placing the phone next to my ear. Immediately it rang. I worried he would be pissed I had woken him up. After a minute or so of waiting the ringing changed to answer machine. I exhaled out in frustration. He had probably slept through the call. It was 3am after all. Before hanging up I heard his voice come down the line. Just hearing his voice had me sobbing more. "This is Dean. I can't answer the phone right now but if you leave your name and number I will get back to you"....

Covering my mouth I held in more sobs. I clicked to hang up before the beep sounded for me to leave a message. Holding the phone in my lap I did my best to hold it together. I hadn't a clue what I was to do. I knew I couldn't just leave. If I did Moxley would be sure to hunt me down and kill me and anyone I cared about. Standing slowly to my feet I almost shrieked when I heard a light tapping on the main glass doors. I blinked when I saw a figure stood on the other side waving to me. Scrunching my eyebrows at him I stepped a little closer, keeping distance as I felt weary of the time this random stranger was knocking. The figure was largely built but with more fat than muscle. He was shorter than Moxley. Pulling his hood down I saw he had long hair tied back and a very messy long beard. He looked almost menacing but his friendly smile had me feeling he wasn't a threat. "Can I help you?" I asked him, shouting a little louder so he could hear me through the glass. The man placed his hand on the door, smiling at me as he looked up towards the stairs I had come from. "I'm here to see Moxley...Is he in?". His voice was very southern in accent. He didn't sound local at all. I raised an eyebrow to him. Unsure of who this man was I decided to act dumb just in case. Moxley seemed to know a lot of people but I wasn't going to give it away without being certain of who this man was. "I think you have the wrong place" I told him, turning to head back up the hall towards the stairs but the man had me freeze in my tracks. "Rachel is it?!" he rushed out. I stood still, my back to the door as I turned my head to look back at him. How did he know my name? "I was supposed to come in the morning but some stuff came up. It's very important I give him this" I turned fully as he held up a duffel bag. Raising an eyebrow at the man I couldn't be sure if this was true.

"What is it?" I asked him, not moving from where I stood. I was very suspicious of this man. Not once had Moxley mentioned he had a visitor due. Just then a second man stepped up beside him. This one was taller, a square frame to his build with a friendly smile held on me also. They looked like inbred weirdo's with their long beards. The second man was bald. "It's just a few things from Ryan's house. Maybe a lead on Bray is in here" I looked to the bag in his hand. Moxley would be extremely pissed if this was right and I turned the men away. I looked back to the men, unsure on what to do. The door hadn't been bolted but it was locked. Only I could let them in. Deciding to make sure first I stepped closer to the door, pulling up Moxley's number he had given me and giving it a call. The men smiled to me with friendly attitudes as I waited but no answer. Moxley was dead to the world. He was sound asleep. "Can we just leave it here? If you're scared of us we can easily back off so you can get the bag. We will leave once we know it's inside" I looked back to the stairs, deep in thought about what the man suggested. He didn't look to be trouble. Maybe he was telling the truth. Moxley wouldn't be happy if he found out I had opened the door without his consent but he would be more pissed if he didn't get this possible evidence. "Ok...back off across the street though" I told them both. The shorter man smiled openly to me as I stood right up to the door. Placing the bag down, him and his friend turned and walked down the path and across the street. When they turned back to face me with a huge distance I exhaled out shakily. I guessed I could get the bag in and lock up before they made it to the door. Or so I had hoped. Deciding now was the best time I quickly unlocked the door. Yanking it open I kept my eyes on both men who didn't move an inch and bent down to grab the bag. I felt the bag was empty. Shock filled me as a huge shadow stepped out from around the corner and a hand came down into my hair. I yelped out, my body was yanked up and tossed back into the building. The force of who ever had tossed me had knocked me down onto the marble floor, my body slid a distance till I hit the bottom of the stairs with a huge crack.