Shadow Pico

Victoria's POV

I woke up in a start again, but this time it was just the sound of my alarm clock going off. I looked Dow at my right hand, the knife was still in my hand, and it was open. I sighed and closed it up. I looked at my clock again, 6:00 shinned brightly on the screen. I pressed the sleep button and laid back down.

Looking up at the ceiling I saw him. his face was perfect but he was just so wired, and creepy. what was he? Should I call the police? Should I just see if he goes away? I didn't know.

I sat up again and looked at my window, well it's not really a window now, just a fancy hole in my wall. I should really get me dad over here so he can fix it. Of course not telling him the truth of what really happened to it.I got out of bed and walked over to the hole in me wall. See nothing was there still I looked out of it. It was still dark out bit you could tell what was what. I looked down and saw that the shader mess of glass was yet still there.

I sighed and went back into my room, walking to my bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror. I looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Dark circles were visible under both my eyes, my hair was more messed up than usual, and I looked like I hadn't token a shower in at least 3 days. and that wasn't true, I took a shower yesterday morning.

I sighed and waked over to the linen closet in the coroner of my bathroom and grabbed 2 towels and a wash cloth. Putting then on the sink I took another look at myself. I shook my head in discus.

I got undressed making sure not to catch a glimpse of myself. I turned the water on to a hot but not to hot temperature. I grabbed the rag and walked into the shower, pulling the certain closed after me. I set the square piece of fabric on a shelf attached to the the wall and grabbed the shampoo bottle and opened it. It was empty. Dammit.

I sighed and opened the curtain again to get the other bottle from under the sink but as I through the empty bottle into the trash, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. It was him.

I screamed and jumped back into the shower. I was panting and holding my heart tightly. How the hell did he get in here!?

Oh yeah, I have no fucking window!!!

Not thinking clearly I looked for something to hit him with, and I found nothing but a bar of soap, a bottle of conditioner and the rag.

I grabbed the bottle and slowly went up to the curtain. I pulled it back and tried to look through the sheet of plastic. Seeing his Tall figure still there, I pulled back the curtains so I could see him but so he could only see my face and some of my neck. I through the bottle at him trying to distract him so I could maybe get him the hell out of my bathroom.

But he moved out of the way so fast I didn't even get close to hitting him then jumped at me and pushed me up against a wall with the curtain still in front of me, he took my hands and pulled then above me head, and pinned them there with one of his hands. and the other was holding him up by my face.

The water was running on the side of his face making it drip down to his chest and then lower and lower until it hit the shower floor. his brown hair getting wet in the process.

He looked at me with eyes that were a blueish greenish color. They were studying me as I stood there not doing anything but praying I didn't get killed and or raped.He kept staring at me making me forget about everything but him, as water dripped down his left eyelash, and on his cheek like a steady stream of tears. But he didn't look as if he were sad. He look like he was everything but happy with something, or someone.

He didn't speak either. My heat was pounding even more than it had been, and I couldn't do anything, immobilized by his sheer strength, and ability to keep my in this trance.

It had been roughly 2 minutes until he finally did something. He moved. He moved his gaze to my lips and then my neck, and lowered his head, by breathing suddenly stopped as his lips connected with my skin. A shiver went down my spine and I shivered in uncomfortableness. He placed his lips on my collar bone, moving them to my shoulder and then back to my neck, not making any sounds to his motions.

I stood there still motionless, unable to move at the sheer fear of him hurting me in anyway. I couldn't speak, I was still unable to form words as he moved his lips around my exposed shoulder and neck.

His soft lips were still pushing on my neck as he breathed slowly and steadily onto my skin. I could feel him opened his mouth on my skin, and his teeth grazed my neck ever so slightly. I became even more scared at his action now and I still didn't have any way of moving. I couldn't. His force was to much for me to overcome.

His teeth grazed my skin again and this time it pushed against my skin. And this was was making a small jolt of pain move it's way into my nerves.

"Ow" I winced. So softly that I could barley hear myself say it.

He pulled his head up to my face again, not making any sudden moves. He looked deep into my eyes, looking through me like a sheet if glass.

"They say the eyes are the windows to the soul." he finally said making me shiver at his dark sounding voice in the air around us.

I said nothing though, not know what to say. He pushed my back against the tile wall even more than it was, and it was clod to the touch. another shiver came to my body.

"But I can't seem to find yours...." he spoke again with his words becoming softer in volume as he when onto the next.

But what was that supposed to mean? He 'can't seem to find mine'. what was he talking about? why was he even here? What the hell is with him? what is his problem?

I said nothing still not finding the right words to speak with. And as if reading my mind he said, "I'm here for one reason and one reason only."

I started at him in awe. how did he even-. He interrupted my thoughts.
"I'm only here, because I need something, something you can provide." he said swiftly and mysteriously.

"W-what?" I said barely even hearing myself say anything at all.

He looked at me. "Your my ticket to freedom." his words lingered in the air for quite sometime.

"I'm your what?" I asked confused as ever. And pulling the curtain more so I don't accidentally flash him. I'll admit that I'm pretty fucking uncomfortable right now but I guess sense he didn't do anything but poke me with his teeth, I'm ok. But now I'm questioning my safety.

"Your my ticket to my freedom" he said slower and softer than before. he walked over to my sink and opened the door, he grabbed the extra bottle of shampoo and walked over to me again.

He handed it to me and I took it hesitantly. "Ugh, thanks?" I said looking at him with a cocked eyebrow.

He only nodded and walked to the bathroom door, looking back he only looked me up and down, and walked out shutting the door behind him.

Leaving me with only me, the still running water, some soap and my fear and confusion. I hope that this is just some nightmare that I'm having, that I will wake up any minute and everything that has happened the past day, would just be a figment of my imagination.

But alas, I wasn't and it will be burned in my memory forever.

Notes

(A/N, hey guys,I'm hopping this chapter wasn't to stupid or uninteresting. but I'll try to update soon. Bye for nowxxxx)