Darkness

She is anything but outgoing and experienced, he is your usual type of badboy guy. She is no rule breaker, he has broken them all. She believed in fairytale love, he never believed that he could fall in love.
Through Darkness they meet, through Darkness they'll be united.
So; are you ready for the Darkness to take over?

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9. Why I did it...

Carly

A crumble of leaves and a cold wind awoke me from my slumber. After sending Chelsea home early in the morning, I had found my way to bed before I passed out due to the lack of sleep. 

Another blow of a cold wind followed the first one, making me shiver in my thin pyjamas. Even though it had been too hot for me to fall asleep underneath the blanket, I couldn't remember ever opening the window. 

A sigh left my lips as I got up and made my way towards the window on the opposite side of the room. As soon as the window was shut closed, I only then realized that there was no way in hell or heaven that it would have been able to unlock its self and blown open. 

My heart race increased, as panic started spreading in my body, allowing a shiver to run down my spine.

My body instantly froze, as every little fiber in it decided to lock its self down.

Suddenly the temperature in the room fell drastically. Fear took over my thoughts, actions and soul as I realized that the almost familiar feeling, of having that extra pair of eyes on me, was back.

Another shiver followed the first on its trail down my spine, as my natural human survival instinct started to kick in and I began to mentally prepare myself to jump the intruder, who ever it was.

I jumped a bit, startled as a hand was layed on my shoulder and a tingle spread in my stomache, giving me the urge to throw up. I raised my hand and clenched my fist, preparing to fight for my dear life. I was ready to attack.

"Easy baby, it's just me." A raspy whisper entered my ear and in a heartbeat my panic and fear of being killed by a stranger fell, only to be replaced a second later with the panic and fear of being killed by profesional. 

As I spun around to face him, I raised my still clenched fist, to my chest where my heart was beating so fast underneath that you were able to feel it through the thick layer of skin, fat and bones. 

When I was able to get my heatbeat under controle, I send a harsh glare towards Justin, who was in the middle of a raspy laugh, that worked miracles sending a tingle through my body.

"What are you doing here?" I spat in a harsh tune, honestly I had no idea why I was whispering, my mom wasn't even home, which ment that I was all alone; in this house; with a possible serial killer; who couldn't even use the front door or had the manners to knock before breaking in.

"I told you I would come over, so here I am." The infamous smirk of his spread on his perfectly plump lips and somehow it seemed to captivate my eyes. Unfortunately I wasn't the only one who had noticed that.

"There is something called a front door, you know?" My eyes was still locked on his lips and it didn't help much when he parted them an inch, to let his tongue slip out and moisture his bottom lip. Damn that boy and all his flawless flaws.

"Oh I know. I just couldn't have your mom waking up on me." His smirk somehow grew as he took a silent step towards me and in a heart beat his hands were on my waist, sending yet another tingle and a warm feeling throughout my body.

"M-my moms not home." Damn you Carly and your nerves!

I watched as his smirk grew even bigger in the semi dark room. His tongue swept across his botom lip once again as his eyes locked themselfs on my mouth. "Well it couldn't be more perfect then, could it?" 

I gulped as I felt his hands pull on my waist so I was pressed up against him. I breathed in his flawless scent that had an somewhat calming effect on me, as his body warmth radiated off of him in what I would like to think as; a desperate try to heat my freezing body up - worst part of it? it was working. I couldn't help the blood spreading in my cheeks, creating a deep blush and another gulped followed the first as his face seemed to get closer and closer by the second.

"Where is your mom?" He was no more than just an inch away, when the sweet sound of his raspy whisper penetrated the silence. 

"O-on a business trip." It was impossible for me to clear my thoughts. Everything from my mind to my sight was blurry, the only thing I was aware of was my increasing heart beat, his gorgeous smell and the fact that he crept closer every third second.

"When is she coming back?" He spoke yet again and my my insides started screaming at him; begging him to just shut up and finish; what ever his intentions was.

"M-monday." I was unable to keep my blush or heart beat under controle as I felt his delicate warm breath on my lips. I had never been more terrified, impatient or excited in my whole life - that was at least until he broke the magic by pulling away, with an even bigger smirk than before. 

"Well that's just perfect." He send me a wink, before letting his hands fall from my waist and there after moving himself towards my comfortable bed where he placed himself laying on the back on it. He reached out to my nightstand and turned on the small lamp placed on it, allowing some sort of light into the room.

It wasn't until then I realized what he had done to me in those seconds that had passed and my insides immediately started screaming and cursing at him, for making such a fool out of me. I felt used and dirty in all sorts of ways.

"What do you want Justin?" I was surprised, to say the least, that I was able to make my voice so harsh. I would have expected it to be shaky and filled with nerves due to what had happened moments ago.

"You." For a minute he stared at me with those honey brown eyes of his. For a moment I thought that sincerity was written in them. For a minute I believed him - well at least until it all came crumbling down and I felt embarrassed and humiliated. His clear eyes changed from the clear honey brown color to a black one almost screaming darkness and a loud hoarse laughter filled the room.

"Dickhead." 

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" His laughter ended immediately and my body froze as I realized what I had said. It wasn't like me to throw words like that around and it didn't look like I was the only one it surprised. As I got over the surprise of my outburst, I forced myself to stare right back into his dark eyes. In that moment I would've given everything for the courrage to actually speak up and repeat myself. But I was a chicken - a fact you should have realized by now - and I wanted nothing but trouble, especially not with someone who had the slightest chance of turning out to be a serial killer.

"Nothing." I shrugged, trying to play it all off as if I really had said nothing. Though I had never been the best liar and I knew that Justin wasn't believing me at all - though he seemed to drop the subject.

"I just thought that we could talk today." He shrugged from his position on the bed.

"Talk?" It was something I very much doubted that he was capable of.

"Yes 'talk'." He mimicked after me, obviously trying to push my buttons and damn him, 'cause it was working. "I just thought it would be nice."

It took me a second to contemplate it all before I agreed to it. Who wouldn't? What if the guy was just trying to get some 'informations' out of me, even though I highly doubted that I knew anything of value to him. "Okaaay." I dragged out the 'a', not sure if it was really such a good idea. "What do you want to talk about?"

He patted the spot beside him on the bed and I unwillingly made my way towards it, before placing myself beside him. "Anything you want to talk about." He smiled at me, though his eyes still had that hint of darkness in them.

"Anything?" I checked, making sure that I had his permission before I threw myself out in the one subject I was eager to know more about.

"Anything." He confirmed with a small nod.

I chewed on my the inside of my upper lip, not sure if I should throw myself into it. The water might just be too deep for me to swim in... "You."

"What me?" He asked after he had taken a second to think.

"You everything." I looked him deathly serious in his eyes, signaling to him that I could handle it, no matter how heavy the truth was.

"Are you sure?" He asked, with just a little bit of insecurities in the edge of his tone.

"I'm sure." And that's how I ended up in a heart to heart - well criminal to victim - conversation about everything Justin had ever done, which were basically anything illegal in Canada, including all 50 states of America and Ireland.

"So Nathan and you are just support to each other? You work entirely alone?" I had been paying my full attention to the about hour long conversation, without moving any other muscles than necessary.

"Yeah basically." He answered as he stared up into the ceiling. He had been laying in that position; on his back and with his arms crossed under his head, under the whole conversation; just staring absentmindedly up in the ceiling. "But it happens from time to time, that we get hired to do a certain thing."

"Does it pay good?" It was a question that I had been wondering for a long time, since I wasn't able to understand what would have drown to young boys out into such a world. The only reason I could think of would be the money.

"More than you could imagine." I started chewing on my upper lip once again as I reflected on all the new information. "But that wasn't why I did it." His statement left me staring clueless at him for seconds, until he finally continued. "My mom kicked me out. She had, had enough of me and honestly I don't blame her. I was nothing but trouble; I am nothing but trouble." 

Silence fell over us once again, leaving us both in deep thoughts.

A couple of minutes later another question was pressing on the inside of my mouth; ready to run off of my tongue.

"How many have you killed?" My voice was nothing but a silent whisper, as I almost regretted asking the question in the first place.

"Excuse me?" He asked, finally taking his eyes off of the ceiling, for the first time in an hour, just to lock them on me.

"How many have you killed?" I asked again, this time my voice was stronger and had an edge of newly found confident to it - something I was desperate to own.

It was silent again; no words spoken as his eyes stared into mine. The darkness met the day light. Exact opposites. 

"Get dressed." His raspy voice finally spoke up again, leaving me to look like one big fact question mark.

"Excuse me?" 

"Get dressed." He stated again, before he jumped off of the bed and took a couple of steps towards the door. "I'm taking you somewhere." He smiled back at me, with a special spark in his now honey brown eyes. 

"Where is somewhere?" I called out after him though his response was no good at all.

"It's a surprise." 

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