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"So, did you kill him yet?"
I turned around to face the man that had made me the woman I was. Walking over and straddling him, I shook my head no. "Nope," I mumbled against his lips. Sliding my hands down his chest and to his thighs.
"You're torturing the poor bastard. Aren't you?"
My kisses moved down his chin, sliding my tongue to his ear. "Yes," I hissed.
"Oh baby, I taught you well." He yanked my blouse off as his hands went straight to my breasts, groping and fondling them. "Baby," he paused for a second while sucking on my nipple, "we have to leave this area soon. People are starting to get curious about all the disappearances."
I gasped in pure pleasure as both of our clothes tumbled to the floor. "Don't worry. I'll finish him off tomorrow if you come with me."
Smirking, he grabbed me and rolled me over onto my back and plunged into me. "I'm sensing my baby has a plan."
"Oh Fuck. Harder Adam," I groaned. Forgetting everything else, I concentrated on my approaching orgasm.
**********Present**********
Sighing, I opened my eyes as I heard a door knob turn and a tall, young man appear before me.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered as he glanced at me.
Gasping, I stared up at the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His luscious lips were full. His eyes were a pool of glistening water. His blonde hair; oh God how I wanted to run my hand through it. Picking up that I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, he nudged me. Noticing a weird symbol on the back of his wrist, I glanced up.
"You're not allowed back here," he grunted. "If you don't leave, I'll have to get security and..."
Interrupting him, I stuttered "I'm -- sorry. I didn't know that; I just needed to get away from everything."
His expression softened and he gave a slight grin. "That's all right. Um, here, let me sign something for you." He glanced around the room and spotted a pen and napkin. Quickly signing his name, he handed it to me and got up to open the door, as a nice but firm gesture telling me I had to leave.
"Thanks," I whispered and slowly walked out. Leaning back on the door as it closed, I looked down at the paper. Nick Carter. Folding it in half carefully and putting it in my jacket, I walked out with a smile on my face, looking for Lisa or Sarah.
"Hey Rachel. Over here." I turned my head to see Lisa and Sarah moving through the swamp of girls. "Oh my God!" Lisa gasped. "AJ, mister tattoo guy, checked out MY ass!" She looked as if she was going to pass out.
Sarah looked at me and rolled her eyes, then whined, "Can we get to our seats now? I don't want to miss it." She grabbed both of our hands and tugged us to our seats.
As we were just sitting down, the lights dimmed and the music of "Star Wars" began to play. Thousands of piercing screams erupted in the stadium. Everywhere, people were shouting: "Backstreet!", "What's going on?", "Ekkkkkkkk, look, over there!", "Oh my God, is that Kevin's head?"
It all surrounded us. Then Sarah blurted out, "Look over there!"
I looked above as five men surfed over us on surf boards. They moved back and forth -- one flipping around, another looking scared stiff -- making their way over to the center stage. Finally landing, the men went around on each side until they stood before us. As fire burst up, the tall dark hair man belted out, "ARE YOU READY TO PAAARRRTTTTYYY?" From that moment on, I thought I had lost all my hearing.
After a few hours, the concert finally wound down with the ending line of the encore: "Cause I want it thaaat way!" The last note rang out from the entire stadium. Girls were screaming. Parents applauding. Some people whistling. It was all over.
I looked over at Sarah, and I could tell that she was sad that it had ended. Lisa smiled and looked down at her watch. "Okay, we better start leaving." She turned to me, "I don't know about you, but I have an early class tomorrow and it's already eleven." Sarah grabbed her things as we headed out of the venue and to our car...
"Ugh, damn that crowd had a lot of energy," said a small, tattooed man with a lit cigarette sticking out of his mouth.
Laughing, a short blond answered, "Yeah, I know. Nick what's wrong man? You seem to be on edge or something." He paused and looked at the tall man beside him, worried. "You know I'm here if ya need to talk it out."
Nodding, Nick replied, "Yeah, I know Brian. I've just not been sleeping that well at nights." He paused for a second, then headed toward his hotel room, "Yo, guys I'm out." He yawned for a moment and went in.
AJ and Brian looked at each other for a minute until AJ spoke. "You know, I've been having the same trouble. It's like I go to bed and fall asleep, but when I wake up I'm like drenched in sweat and I can't fucking remember what my dream was." He stopped, thinking, then went on, "I told D and he said he was having a similar thing too."
Brian's eyes widened. "Ya I know, me too. So is Kev cause I went to him to ask what he though it could be. And he was having the same trouble." He looked at AJ, "You don't think that someone is doing this to us do you?"
"Naw, I mean, it must just be some weird coincidence that we're all experiencing it at the same time," AJ said trying to convince himself. "Well, I'm going to hit the sack. All right? Trust me B, I wouldn't worry about it."
"Yeah, all right, see ya AJ." They both headed to their rooms, while at the same time somwhere else...
"Uh huh, see yeah later, Lisa. Bye Sarah!" I yelled as I walked up the steps to my apartment and pulled out my keys to unlock the door. I walked in without turning the lights on. I slipped out of my coat, throwing it onto a nearby chair and walking into the kitchen for a late night snack. Taking out a mug of blood, I turned to heat it up. "What do you want, Freddie?" I asked nonchalantly, not bothering to even face him.
Stepping in front of me, the man whispered, "Adam's back."
"Whaaat?" I asked shakily, as the mug crashed to the floor.
He sighed and came closer to hold me. "We don't know yet," he said, wiping the tears off my face. "Claudia heard some rumors that some guy was putting together some kind of gang and that something big was going to come down. So she went to check it out and saw Adam walking around, demanding things and all."
I struggled within his grasp and cried. "No! NO!" I shouted. "I, I, I killed him..."
Freddie grabbed my hands in his and pulled me to him, putting my head under his neck. "I know, I know," he repeated, stroking my back in attempt to calm me down. "I know, remember I was there," he whispered as he walked with me to the couch.
Calming some, I looked up at him and silently asked, "How is this possible?"
He shifted his weight around and laid my head in his lap. "I don't know, but I'll be damned if we don't find out."
Feeling safe and protected in his arms, I remembered when I use to protect him.
**********Flashback**********
I glanced down at my hand as I grasped onto the stake. The blood from my forehead and lip drip down my face. I knew what I had to do.
"Rachel!" my creator shouted. "Look at you! You're disgusting. You're worthless trash."
I closed my eyes as I remembered how I had once been as evil as he was. I used to stand by his side, killing and torturing innocent people. It had to stop. It had to stop now. "Adam," I replied, "it has to stop. This game has got to end."
He leaned forward, picking up a knife nearby and holding it close to a eight-year-old boy's neck. The little boy trembled beneath him. Crying violently, he thrashed around, trying to pull away from Adam's grasp. This was Adam's game. This used to be our game. We would hunt and stalk a wealthy loving family. Drive each member insane. Then kill each one slowly, until none were left.
I needed to stop him from killing the innocent boy. Dusty crates lied around the old, abandoned warehouse. Some new, that were never touched. Spotting a short, small ax near one, probably used for opening them, I slipped it into my hand. Then I ventured closer to Adam, who had now sliced open a cut on the boy's arm. Shifting the small ax in my grip, I threw it at Adam's leg. The blade sliced threw, causing blood to spurt everywhere.
Adam screamed out in agony, throwing the boy aside as he fell to grab a hold of his leg. "Oh FUCK! You fucking bitch," he whimpered.
I ran over to him, kicking his fallen knife away from him. My stare rested on him for one last time, as I drove a stake into his chest. Kicking me away with his good leg, Adam exploded into a pile of dust. I panted in relief, knowing that it was finally over. My eyes then wandered over to the boy who was now curled up into a tight ball, crying. I ran over to him, taking him into my arms. He hooked his hands around my neck as his head hid under my chin. We stayed in that position for hours. Not moving. Him crying. Me in a daze. Freddie had only been eight years old when he'd witnessed the murders of his whole family: siblings and parents. Now there was no one left for him. I knew that from then on, I had to take care of him.
**********Present**********
Lifting my head off Freddie's lap, I looked up to him. He was now twenty-nine years old, a grown man.
Freddie pulled my body closer to him. Gently placing my head on his chest, he whispered, "It's my turn," into my ear. With him rubbing my back in wonderfully soothing circular motions, I fell into a deep sleep.
The Anointed One