Chapter 4

Gregory had watched her that evening. That evening she did the dreadful. It had brought his twisted mind so much joy to see such a fragile thing take a life.

He had been in his one room apartment in an old almost deserted house when the fragile girl that drove so recklessly, causing practically all the dust to  rise up, had caught his attention. He had wondered what had her so pissed and hurried. He'd watched her countering with a man that should be in his fifties, and what ever argument they had looked heated.

When the man had walked up to her and she had skated away from him, he'd smiled knowing he wouldn't stop watching, even if the man had raped her. He was going to watch it all with his camera, and his demented self would get hard from the sight. He'd continued watching as the man snarled his teeth at her and overpowered her, causing the knife she had held in threat to clatter somewhere on the table.

He didn't stop watching when the man tore her blouse, instead he got aroused from her smooth black skin and firm breasts that  were cupped in a black lacy bra. He got even harder as the man rolled her skirt to pool round her waist and ran his wretched finger on her folds. But what happened next almost made him cum in his pants.

The fragile scared girl found strength to stab a knife into the man's heart, not once, but twice, and she cleaned the knife on the man's shirt after, putting it away in her black bag.

As she walked out of the old mansion uneasily, trying her best to cover her exposed skin, he knew he had found the woman for him. A woman who would do anything to defend herself. A woman who had killed a man in cold blood. A woman equally darker. He had found loved and he was going to get her.

Finding her wasn't difficult, all he had to do was follow behind her moving car in his ladies bike till she got to her apartment. He'd waited two months before he made his knowledge known to her.

Sending her that first e***l was to reel her up, and then the second to reel her up further. Then his sick mind had told him to leave her for two weeks so that, the next time he'd reach her again, she'd be thrown off.

Showing up as a gardener in her office was because he wanted to hear her voice. He longed to hear the voice of his beloved.

Showing up again as her plumber was also to hear her voice, but then he was tired of the hiding game and want her to place a face to the man she'd be spending the rest of her life with. She was beautiful and even more beautiful when she was scared.

He had to buckle his hips back that day when he symbolized with a knife, smelling her sweet fear as he was almost hugging her had made him painfully hard.

My nights of sleeping alone will soon be over. I' would have my beloved soon— Those were his thoughts as he waited outside in the dark for her to come out of her office, but disappointment filled him as she came out with a girl and entered the passengers seat of the girls car. "Fuck!" he cussed, "I'd come again tomorrow."

Ever since Elena had been followed that day she trekked or ran to the bus station, she hadn't dared to walk alone again at night. Every work day she'd make sure she finished on time  so Anna could drop her off at the bus station, but not tonight.

Tonight she had gathered the boldness to stay back after Anna, after all she wouldn't be followed as she didn't have to trek to the bus station. She unlocked the door steeping out into the night, and disabling the new self lock security alarm system she had set up.

As she fastened her seatbelt and turned on the ignition of her car, reversing then driving home, she was unaware of the man in a motorcycle that waited for her in the dark.

She picked up her ringing phone with her left hand, and continued driving with her right hand.  Must be Anna, that was what she thought, not bothering to look at the caller before she answered the phone. "Hey B. For-" her words died in her mouth as she heard a deep voice coming from the receiver. "Hey love. You seem really slow in your driving, or are you not planning to get home tonight?"

"What do you want?" She hissed in anger.

"To talk with you, amore,"  the deep voice answered.

"What do you mean to talk with me? You can't talk with me." She struggled to keep her shaking voice firm, her hands shaking on the steering wheel.

"Ah. But I can. I'm right behind you, just pull over and let's talk, princess."

She almost puked at his endearments, first love, then amore, which also meant love in French, and now princess? The guy was really demented, but that wasn't her worry. Her worry was that he was right behind her, as he had said, and she had confirmed from her review mirror. His black and white ladies bike was gaining in on her.

She ended the call, switching off her phone because, if she heard the voice of the sick psycho again, she was going to get sick. Her left hand now free, she sat straighter than before, steeping on her sped.

As she drove in sped, her stalker didn't relent. His bike was gaining in on her. She looked back and regretted, because she would've done better without his creepy smile and surprisingly cool composure. She drove faster and faster. She swiveled when she came upon a bend, aware that she had missed her way home, but she kept driving.

"Stop! There's a cliff!" She heard him roar through the noise of the speed. Her eyes widen when she looked forward and saw that it was indeed true.  She stepped on her brake, her body jerking and hitting the steering wheel with full force at the sudden stop. She heart thudded faster as she realized she had almost been too late.

If she had driven another second she'd be down that cliff. She had almost killed herself in an attempt to run from danger. A danger that had now caught up with her.

In desperation, she looked back expecting to see him off his bike and walking towards her, but to her surprise, he was gone. He wasn't there. His bike wasn't there. She heard his bike zooming away and then she heard nothing. She stayed at the mouth of the cliff for another ten minutes, unsure if her stalker hadn't gone to wait for her somewhere at the front.

She finally reversed and drove away from the cliff, realizing that if he wanted to hurt her he would've easily done that when she was trapped inside her car, and was almost down the cliff. Her mouth formed an 'o' as another realization hit her that he had saved her. He had roared for her to stop, loud enough for her to hear through the sped.

What did he want? He was a threat one second and a savior the next? He was the reason she was going off the cliff, but then he had also been the reason she had stopped just in time from going down the cliff.

What was his deal? Placing endearments to her like they were long lost lovers? Insisting that they should talk? What had they to talk about? Except of course maybe what he wanted in exchange for his silence.

She sighed as she caught sight of the gate that had her house inside it. Phew.

Or maybe it wasn't time to sigh just yet. As she drove closer to the gate, she saw a guy in the exact hoodie the strange guy from the bus had worn. It was the strange hoodie guy from that bus, only, on top the hoodie, he'd worn a leather jacket.

The same leather jacket her stalker had been wearing as he pursued her in his bike. It was indeed him. The hoodie guy was the last of the awkwardness she'd encountered recently that didn't add up, he didn't seem to be part of her stalking puzzle, just that he was. He was the same guy that stalked her.

She stopped driving watching as he dropped a parcel at the front of her gate. He stood straight and smiled at her, then got on his bike and drove away.

The second time he had driven away that night. After the first, she had driven home only to find him again. Maybe this time, she'd find him inside her living room. Was he a ghost? Or just a perverted stalker? But if he was a ghost, he wouldn't have raced after her in his bike. He would have simply appeared in front of her, right?

Who was this guy? And what did he want?