Teddy Bears And Owls : An H2OVanoss Fanfiction (BOOK TWO)

Chapter Eight ~ Marilyn, You Uncultured Swine

Terroriser POV:

Come on. Just a tad bit more.
Get under her skin.
That's what Nicole said she did.
That's what made that girl stop and think for a moment, it let her calm down; it made her hesitate.
That's the word.
She started at me now, still overwhelmed, confused, and angered.
Just a little more.
"I love you, Delilah," I said as she started to turn back to the door.
She froze.
You could hear a pin drop.
"And one day, you'll realize that you love me, too." I smiled.
"And I'll be waiting." I teased her.
She blinked and walked back through the door.

Marilyn POV:

No, no, no, no, no.
NO.
NO!
A psychotic criminal doesn't 'love' anyone.
Especially someone so innocent.
A psychotic criminal kills people.
But I failed at that, too.
I walked through the house now, almost stomping, and opened the door to my room.
I silently closed it behind me.
The group would sleep in the living room and some in the guest rooms, Brian in Keegan's room, and me in mine.
Come on.
He was a wall away.
Plenty of space.
But my heart still pounded in my ears, my blood stinging my cheeks, my lungs racing, trying to breathe.
It was like that day that I'd almost killed myself.
My heart now sunk, remembering Keegan and his betrayal.
And how I planned to kill him, but I missed him so much.
And Skylar, too.
And Hannah...
And everyone else.
It was as if I were suddenly regaining my feelings after losing them for the last years.
Maybe I was just sick.
I turned my light off and looked at the time.
Around 11:30 PM.
I took off my clothes and put on a nightgown.
It's been a while since I've been home.
I curled up in my blankets.
And like always, I couldn't sleep.
I was too busy thinking.
Thinking about many, many people.
But, there were two unusual people in my thoughts.
The first was Brian.
He didn't worry me so much.
But the second was...
Nicole...?
Why Nicole...?
Why am I worried about her when I planned on killing her child?
The child... That's what made me even angrier.
How come Nicole could have a child?
But I can't?
I wanted one.
When I was younger, I did.
But then my thoughts refocused on Brian once more and I sighed, angry and disgusted with myself.
The way his warm breath made my heart beat, how his lip almost touching mine made me shiver, the way his fingertips were under my shirt, touching my skin...
My heart started racing again.
Shit.
I've never had thoughts like these.

Terroriser POV:

She hesitated.
She's thinking.
She knows.
She has to.
I'll make sure of it.
This girl is going to be mine.
Why am I so attracted to her?!
She just reels me in.
I knew what she meant by "mind-control", only because I felt the same.
Everyone else was asleep as I looked at the time:
12:45.
I couldn't sleep at all, I just kept thinking of her.
I stood up and opened my door, silently.
I walked down the hall.
Here it goes.

Marilyn POV:

"What are you thinking, Marilyn?" I silently whispered to myself.
He called me Delilah.
That name usually pisses me off the most, nevertheless, this time, it made me hesitate long enough for me to hear his voice say that he loved me.
Why am I so drawn in?
My door creaked open quietly.
I jumped up.
"Delilah?"
"Brian. I'm wearing pajamas. Don't look. Why are you in here?" I asked.
I was panicking.
Damn.
Fuck.
Shit.
He closed the door.
Triple damn, fuck, shit.
Here we were.
I was trapped in a room, wearing a tight, short ass night dress, under blankets, IN A BED, with a male that almost kissed me like a DAMN HOUR AGO.
"Delilah."
My blood cold again.
"Why are you calling me Delilah?" I said, hopefully not stuttering.
"Because it makes you stop and think. Something you need to do." he told me.
I didn't say anything.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked me.
"Why??!?" I started sweating.
"Because. I had a nightmare." he said.
"Liar." I accused him.
"Yeah, you're right. I couldn't even sleep, too busy thinking about you." he said.
I sighed.
"Turn the lights on, damn. I can barely see you." I told him.
He flicked them on.
"I'm getting some pants on." I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because. This dress is short. I don't want you to see me in it." I said.
"Well, want me to help you get dressed?" he smirked.
I felt my heart start pounding and I knew my cheeks were red at this point.
I tried to breathe, tried to say something, but I couldn't.
I just stood there.
"So is that a yes or no?" he chuckled.
"I hate you." I managed out.
"I doubt it." he said.
"Turn around." I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
Ugh. Dumbass.
"I'm getting dressed!" I said.
"I'm not turning around." he grinned.
"...Fine." I said.
But before I could get up, he turned the lights back out.
"Brian?" I asked.
He was quiet.
"Br-"
Suddenly, I was in his arms, and he was on top of me, pinning me to the bed, his lips on my neck.
My breath had whooshed out of me in surprise.
"B-Brian."
"Shh." he shushed me.
"Brian. Call me Delilah again." I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because this is the kind of time that I need to stop and think." I said.
He chuckled and I felt the vibration on my own chest.
"That's funny."
He kissed my jaw.
"Brian. This isn't right." I said.
"Why not?" he whispered to me, sending a shiver up my spine.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
I was going to lie, but something about him made me truthful.
"Yes." I said back.
"Then what's wrong with it?" he asked.
Nothing. I said to myself.
Nothing's wrong with it.
But why do I feel like there is?
I'm a virgin.
I obviously wouldn't have sex.
I don't even kiss people.
Or date.
Because of that one damn time.
But now, there was just something that told me everything would be okay.
He made his way down to my lips and licked my bottom lip.
I opened my mouth and in entered his tongue.
What the hell, Marilyn.
Stop, stop, stop.
But I couldn't stop.
His hands ran up my shirt and I shivered.
"I won't tell." he promised, and I nodded.
"I love you." he whispered and pulled off my clothing.
"I love you, too." I said back.

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Guys.

I fuckin ship it. >+>