Adaline's P.O.V*
"Finally" I sighed as I returned to my hotel room. I flopped onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling. After looking up for a good 5 minutes I began to hear screaming, I got up and opened the door only to see nothing and the sound to stop. Once I closed it the screaming began again. Almost as if it was coming from inside my room. "I must be going crazy" I said as I looked back at the door.
"Oh Ms. Darling you were crazy when you arrived" the voice sent shivers down my spine.
I quickly spun around only to be met by an empty chair. I walked back over to the bed and closed my eyes, I find it best to ignore the unexplained. Like most people I preferred to live oblivious then to know everything. I could feel my self falling into a deep sleep but for some reason I didn't feel alone.Sally's P.O.V*
Once I saw her eyes close I walked over to the bed and laid down next to her. "Shes beautiful when she's asleep." I looked over only to see no other then James sitting in the chair across from the bed. "Isn't it a bit early to be a creepy asshole?" I questioned as I got up and pulled a cigarette out of my clutch. " Now you know not to talk to me in such a manner" he said as he walked over to the bed.
Him being so close to her made my anxiety rise, but I tried to play it as cool as possible. "Well actually you told me to never talk to you at all, yet here we are." I laughed as I sat on the dresser and lit my cigarette. "So what exactly is your plan with this one" I asked fearing the answer. He looked up at me for a brief second before turning his attention back to the sleeping girl. "She's special" he said as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
I had to stop myself from marching over to him and prying his hand away. Watching him touch her made my stomach turn, and I hated it. So I did the only thing I could do, "I'm going down to the bar" I got up and left the room as fast as I could.
Once I reached the bar I went straight for the whiskey. I opened it and didn't even bother to grab a glass, I took a big swig before letting my back slide down the side of the bar till I hit the ground. I know it was a mistake to leave her alone with him in such a defenseless state, but she's not my problem and the feelings she's giving me are gonna make me vomit. I know I crave attention, but this is something else. I not only want her affection but i want to give her some as well.
I wanna hold her and keep her safe. It's pointless to even think about it, I know she'd never return my feelings but I just can't help myself. I sighed and took another sip of whiskey. "Rough day?" I looked up to see Liz peering at me from over the bar. "You could say that" I replied while finishing off what was left of the whiskey.
"What's got ya down" she asked as she began to wipe down the top of the bar. I thought about my reply for a moment, questioning wether or not I should actually tell her what's going on. I stood up and laughed "it's been kinda slow and I really want a new play toy." I giggled as I sat on the bar stool swaying back and forth. She looked at me and shook her head "you're one crazy bitch." she chuckled as she continued to clean up. I bit my lip and smiled "you don't know the half of it."
I let out a loud cackle before getting up and stumbling down the hallway to god knows where. I debated on going back and checking on her but decided against it. She'll be fine on her own for a while, I could tell by the way James was looking at her that he isn't going to hurt her. Or at least he's not going to yet. I honestly don't know what his plans are, it worries me but at the same time intrigues me.
I wanna find out why he even took such an interest in her, hell I wanna know why I did. But for James to see something in her, it definitely can't be good. I groaned as I stumbled into a room I thought was empty. To my disappointment I see a man laying there on his phone. He looks over at me very confused. I wasn't even in the mood to have any fun I just wanted to wallow in self pity.
I looked at him again before smirking, I guess this is the universes way of telling me I need to lighten up a little. "Sorry I thought this was my room, I'm a little tipsy" I giggled as I lied straight through my teeth. The man looked to be in his mid 30s, he smiled and got up and walked over to me. "Well what's a pretty little thing like you doing drinking alone?" He asked with a seductive smirk. It almost made me sick.
"How do you know I was drinking alone?" I asked leaning against the door frame. He chuckled before looking into my eyes, "if you were drinking with someone I don't think they'd allow you to stumble into the wrong room now would they sweetie?" He began to run his fingers through my hair. I smiled and started walking him over to the bed. "I guess we both just got lucky huh?" I said as I began to unbutton his hideous shirt.
"I guess we did" he laughed and attached his lips to mine. Swallowing the bile that was building up in my throat I moved away from his lips and down to his neck. "Say I love you Sally" i said as I began to suck and nibble down his shoulder blade. "What?" he moaned looking down at me slightly. "I said say I love you Sally" I repeated this time gritting my teeth in annoyance.
I squeezed his now prominent bulge and he threw his head back and moaned. "God I love you Sally" he breathed out. I stopped and started to laugh hysterically. He looked back at me confused and alarmed. But before he could say anything I reached for the glass on his end table and smashed it against the bed frame. He gasped in shock and tried to get up but it was too late.
I took the biggest shard of glass and dragged it across his throat. He stumbled out of bed gasping holding his neck trying to stop the blood from flowing. This went on for a few seconds before he finally dropped the the ground. I laid down next to his body and kissed his lips, stealing his final breath. I smiled and stood up, "I'll let the maid handle you."
I laughed and danced out of the room and down the dark hallway.
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James March // Just As Crazy
FanfictionIn some peoples eyes I may be viewed as "psychotic". I can't help the way I am and I truly don't wanna be this way, but there is nothing I can do.