In Love With A Serial Killer 2

Chapter Eighteen- Darkness Looms

Vannah's POV

Here I stood before the man I thought to be my knight in shining armor, but it was revealed that he was the dragon keeping me locked in my tower. His words of attempted truth scarred me deeper than the images of blood on my hands. He fed on me being mentally unwell, when he was the one psychotic to begin with. I should have known as things didn't add up, but my body accepted the words he spoke as he had been my sense of reason-my compass. But now, I was in the dark, led there by someone I trusted. Yet despite this, I found him intoxicating-dreadfully so. I was lost in the familiarity of his embrace and the sound of his breath. I came to dream of him and I in a life we could build together-but it only seemed inevitable that it would be a life forced to be endured in the big house. Whatever big plan it was he had concocted, I went with it blindly-as my love for him was something impossibly strong.

The truth behind the murders he committed along with him having me get the help I need to easily contain myself in society had led to a revelation. This had been a master scheme of his that made me a marionette in his gory show. And yet, I would risk prison or even lethal injection to be with him, a fact I knew he shared with me.

I learned in my time at the psychiatric facility that darkness ends and light emerges, at least that is what the doctors said. But the real truth in this was the fact that I found darkness to be my light, exchanged by what others saw as faults and made then into my strengths, which was why I agreed to follow suit in his plan. Justice evaded so many, but it would take just one more life to be able to bring us together once and for all.

Ever since I was released, I dreamed of seeing Nick again. There had been so many times I swore I heard his footsteps coming towards my door or his voice echo in my mind as if he had just spoken my name. But with each thought of this, I was let down. But now , being in his arms, feeling him desire me and adore me as he once had, allowed for those second guesses and nightmares to now be horrible distant memories. I suppose we being out the best and worst in each other, but either way, we were better off together than separate, this much I knew for certain.

Since we rekindled our relationship, we spent every night together that led up to his wedding. It was planned that I would sit upon the crowd as a guest on her side, and applaud when they would announce them as husband and wife. I would bring myself to even tear up if I could manage it until then waiting until they were to leave on their honeymoon.

I managed to do this quite well with many questioning how close the couple and I were. I smiled, lied up some stories about college and camp, before eventually making it to the recession line. As I hugged Trina and her new husband, I was pulled by Nick who told me it would happen tonight, he had proof the child was never confirmed.

And so, as they drove to the direction of their hotel, I began driving an hour behind them, I was to help with the last details before we would then venture onto our own life together.

Tonight was the night...the words reverberated within me quite deeply, getting me both excited and nervous.