When Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 18

Aidan's POV

It was the night of Christmas Eve, and I was getting ready. I didn't want to look too smart, as my mom would get suspicious, but I could at least do my hair a little special.

I dressed in a plain red t shirt, black skinny jeans and a red scarf. Nothing fancy.

After a while of redoing my hair, I walked out of the door, and the cold immediately hit my ears and hands. Since it was still a little early, I decided to get a coffee.

Walking into a small, quaint patisserie, I was suddenly struck with the memory of when I came in here before helping Lawrence, when his eyes were wide, and glassy.

Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I got a coffee and left.

After a while of walking around the town, I decided to head to the address that she sent me. Which made me end up at a large house, that was painted pure white and had large windows.
This is it, I thought.

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I walked into the house, which was a little dark, glowing with the light of a small lamp.

"Uh, Leanne?" I asked, loudly.

"Hey baby," She said, walking down the stairs.

She wore a short, strapless black dress and high heels. Her hair was down and her face had makeup on it, but not in a cheap sort of way. She looked incredible. I was getting excited already.

Getting rid of those thoughts that would be welcomed later, I walked over to her and said hey. She giggled a little, and sat me down on one side of the small table, while she sat on the other.

We talked for a while, though my eyes were barely focused on her face. All of a sudden, she sat on my knee, and placed her hand on the other. Slowly, without words, she began to trail her hand up my leg to the top of my thigh, where she squeezed it.

I was getting really distracted now. She whispered in my ear: "I think we can both agree on the fact that we'd rather be somewhere else right now". I nodded. So, she dragged me upstairs to what I assumed was her bedroom. She pressed me down on her bed before getting up off of me. I was going to protest but she said: "Shhhh." And covered my mouth with her finger.

She came back into the room with a rope and a gag. Oh.

She tied me up (Author's note: This isn't turning into 50 shades of gray don't worry) and put the gag over my mouth.

She practically ripped my top off and started making circles on my chest, feeling the skin where my heart way laying underneath.

"Close your eyes." She said quietly, and I did so. I heard her getting something from under the bed.

She continued to draw circles on my chest, beginning to pierce the skin. She slowly dug deeper and deeper.

"Leanne, what are you doing?" I asked, as the pain started to rise above pleasurable.

"Oh, baby," she said, "Didn't mommy ever teach you not to trust people?" Was this some kind of pick up line? Was I being stupid?

I opened my eyes, to see that it wasn't her fingernails, but a knife, slowly piercing my flesh.

"I'm sorry. It's nothing personal. You were the right person, and it was the right time. It all worked out well." She said, like a doll, smearing the small amounts of blood across my chest.

Suddenly, a piercing feeling burned my body, and I saw that she had pushed the knife almost all the way into my chest.

"I suppose, I could tell you something, though. My name isn't Leanne. That was simply a friend of mine. But we couldn't have you finding me out too quickly, could we? No." My vision was starting to go, and my ears were filled with a deafening ringing noise that blocked out any others.

"My name is Lacey. Though I don't suppose that information will be much use to you anymore." That was the last thing I heard before the blade went through my body, my limbs gave up and everything went black.

(RIP Aidan. I'm sorry for people who liked him. There is one more short-ish chapter after this. The song for this chapter is Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton.)