Revenge

Eighteen

I shiver ran down my spine not only from the chill in the air but from the fear I was all of a sudden feeling. He almost killed me once which means he could do it again and actually succeed this time. I couldn't let that happen. I need to get it together. Taking a deep breath I look around the tree to see Stu standing there, looking around him and listening carefully. "Babe?" He whispered. It was dark deeper in the woods, the full moon above only allowed to see a couple feet in front of you. "Tell me, Stu— do you ever get scared that she survived? That she'll go to the police after two years and hand in any evidence she has on you— kinda like that letter you wrote her. A little stupid to confess all that in a letter don't you think?"

I silently move as I talk. Stu was spinning in a circle trying to pinpoint where I was. "Are you telling me you're not my girlfriend? You're just someone fucking with me. Because I've gotta say, babe, if you think I'm that stupid then I'm a little hurt," he said. "And what if she did survive. What would you do? It's not like anyone would believe you if you told them. Billy doesn't believe— does he? He doesn't think that he's being lured into the woods by his ex-girlfriend, who he supposedly killed and let burn in that house fire. His life could be ending right now." He started walking towards where I was so I quickly and quietly moved away so I could come up behind him. "Billy wouldn't be stupid enough to follow some random person into the woods." He jumped and looked around the tree I was just behind.

"You mean unlike you. Following your dead girlfriend into the woods, far away from where anyone can hear you. Not very smart now is it, baby?" I said behind him. He straightened his spine, shoulders tensing as he stood still. I stood there silently and waited for him to turn around. I still had the hood of the cape up and my mask on. My face was hidden in the shadows of the hood. He slowly turned around and looked down at me, I had coated my hands in fake blood after we got here. It was dry and a little flaky as I lifted my hand up and slid it up his chest.

The rapid thump of his heart pulsed against the palm of my hand. "You seem nervous, Stu," I whispered. "What's the matter? I thought you'd be happy to see me. I was a little sad when you didn't come out to see me the night before you left home." His hand wrapped around mine and then he swallowed hard. "You're cold," he whispered. "Dead people usually are," I whispered back.i had to keep playing the role of— dead ghost girlfriend? I couldn't give into him either way. I had to remind myself of that. I pulled away from him and stamped back. When he took a step towards me I took another step back.

"This isn't funny anymore, babe. I can clearly see you're not dead," he said. I just smiled, turned and ran deeper into the woods. Was it smart to run deeper into the woods? Probably not. But I needed to get away from him because Sid was right. I still love Stu and if I wasn't careful I would definitely let me fuck me sgaisnt a tree.

The wind that was created as I ran caught the cape making it glide behind me. It kind of felt like I was Little Red Riding Hood running from the Big Bad Wolf. And ironically enough Stu did a half assed attempt to dress as the Big Bad Wolf. It wasn't much, just a white tee that was ripped and fake blood, and fake teeth that I saw him shoved into the pocket of his jeans. It was just enough to count as a costume. A lot of guys at the party half assed their costumes. While the girls made sure to have sexy, slutty ones on. Even the girls who dressed like Sid, me, Tatum, and even Casey made it sexy.

I was too caught up in my head to realize that Stu had caught up to me. I didn't realize it until his arms wrapped around my waist and spun me around. Then my back was up against a tree. "How?" He asked, a little out of breath. "How what?" I asked back. "How did you survive? You were fucking dead, y/n," he said. I looked up at him and smiled, "was I though? Or did you just think I was?" I asked. He was silent. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was drunk, or at least was drunk. "No one will ever believe you, Stu. If you tell them you saw me or that you talked to me."

I yelped when I was suddenly picked up. My legs wrapped around his waist for more support. "Who said I was going to tell? Maybe I'm just drunk and you're just some girl who looks like her. But I'm okay with that because I can pretend for a while that she's still alive and I didn't kill the girl I was in love with." Before I knew it his lips were pressed to mine and now I was tasting the alcohol on his tongue.

I hope he can't tell I have a blood castle in my mouth.

The little plastic capsule was pressed between my cheeks and gums. I popped it in once I started running. I should bite down on it now while his lips are connected to my neck but I was too caught in the feeling. And that feeling was the hardness of him straining against his jeans and pressing into my soaked panties.

Stupid fucking dress.

A quiet moan left my lips when he pressed himself into me.

I am so fucked.

Before I could even think about stopping myself— I was reaching between us and undoing his jeans and pulling him free. I started stroking the hard length making him groan. "Fuck." He pushed my hand away from him and replaced it with his, pumping himself a few times before moving my panties to the side. His finger slipped between the soaked flesh. He slipped his fingers inside me and pumped in and put a few times, making me moan. This wouldn't last long and I didn't give a fuck either. When he replaced his fingers with his cock I swear I saw stars. The feeling of him stretching me was almost enough to make me come.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. He set a hard and fast past from the start not being able to control himself and I was living for it. Just like he hasn't been with another girl— I haven't been with another guy. "Fuck, Stu. I'm coming to come," I cried, clinging to him. "Do it, baby girl. Come for me." And I did just that. My walls tightened around him and came hard. He followed seconds later. His face was burned in the crook of my neck and he slowly pulled out. Still holding me up, he tucked myself back into his boxers and jeans before fixing my panties. "I've missed you so much, baby."

I smiled, bit down on the capsule and let the blood fill my mouth and spill over my lips. I put my lips beside his ear and whispered, "then why did you kill me?" His whole body went stiff and he pulled back. I pulled my mask off letting him see me fully. My feet suddenly hit the ground and he was scrambling away from me. I had bought these contacts that made my eyes look cloudy and dead. The mask was perfect for holding them. "What the fuck? What the fuck?" He yelled.

I walked towards him while he tried stumbling to his feet after tripping over them. "What's wrong, baby. I thought you missed me?" I asked. "Fuck this!" He yelled, finally getting to his feet and running off. He was holding his jeans up as he did and I had to laugh. I love Halloween.