Return.

Return Part 1

It's been a couple of months since the incident with the doll , however decided to go back after you took Malcolm to the hospital. You needed to go back there anyway,as you left all your clothes and belongings like your grandmas necklace ,you could not leave that in the possession of Brahms. Your mind flash backed to the stuff doll, you don't even want to think what he was doing with that stuffed figure....it was you.....he was a creep.

You shake your head trying to erase the thought,but it wasn't the only reason you wanted to go back though.....was it.

As you  drew closer to the entrance of the way,you start to feel uneasy, it was too late to turn back now,he knows your here,he can smell your scent from a mile away. You pull into the massive driveway and slowly step out looking up at the windows to see if  there was any sign of movement.

Nothing...pitch black darkness.

You take two steps at a time walking up the damp stone steps. You take a deep breath in and walk in as quiet as possible ...going over your plan in your head "upstairs,pack your bags,and leave!". you had that pit of nausea sit in your stomach, it was hard to swallow, the air was cold and suffocating, and the stench of death lingered and then you remember.

"cole" you whisper

Flash backs flood you mind of Cole getting his neck caved in by Brahms. You don't feel sadness more at peace that Cole cant hurt you anymore, then you feel guilty for not caring. As you were about to turn around, you a faint creak behind you, your eyes widen and a sudden cold sweat waved over you.  You sharply turn around..... you cheeks began to burn while the rest of your body was cold.

He was there, silhouetted at the end of the hallway, the light outlining his every feature,apart from his white porcelain face. You trailed your eyes over him.

His fist was clenched.

You were his prey,and he was hungry.

"i-im only here for my things Brahms, and then i'm leaving".you say in a shakily, quivering but also confident voice.

You froze, as Brahms started to walk forward very...........slowly, his white porcelain face coming into sight,as it glistened with blood,his brown musty hair swooped down over his mask and how his chest glistened with sweat, his eyes piercing you. 

Never blinked.............as if he was processing you.

His breath was loud and muffled from his mask, chest rising erratically with every inhale and exhale, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes begin flicker as you feel weak.

He's locked you in place...exactly where he wants you. 

"Brahms p-please just let me get my things". He is now towering over you,getting frustrated and angry as the seconds go by.

You couldn't believe how tall he was,he was at least 6'2.

You moved your gaze to the floor,to scared to look at him any more than you already were,as he is looking down at you,more intently,taking in your scent,the way your chest moves up and down, the way you flinch, and most importantly, the way you look, memorizing your body.

He takes his index finger and brings it up, and placing it up underneath your chin, his cold intense touch sending shivers all the way down to your core, slowly your face begins to move, you tried to turn away, but Brahms forces your head to turn to face his.

You didn't know where to look, he was so close to you that you could see his pupils dilate, the redness around his eyes, how long his eyelashes are.....he was beautiful and you couldn't even see his face.

Brahms in a deepened tone that gives you goosebumps says.

"You are never leaving me again S/N"

"You are mine......"