4A/N: Hey! So I lost my password to this site and on top of that I didn't think this story, or any of the older stories I posted would get any attention whatsoever. To my surprise, it did. To everyone who reviewed, NO that was obviously not the last chapter of this story, and neither is this. Please continue to comment and add this story to your alert list enjoy!
Chapter 8
Before I could say anything, Eric was lost in the crowd in the tiny kitchen. The girl next tome, Sandy, gasped out of nowhere and grabbed my hand.
"Fuck yea! I love this song!" She shouted, wiggling her ass to the beat as she dragged me through swaying bodies on the makeshift dance floor.
"I-I don't really know how to dance." I confessed, looking around and feeling a sudden flood of self-consciousness through me.
"Who cares? Most of everyone is already drunk, so they won't judge." She reassured me as she grabbed my waist. "Follow me." She winked and began to force my slender hips into sync with hers. It wasn't long until I felt my mind grow numb and I began to sway on my own, arms moving through the air gracefully to the rhythm, my abdomen moving in slow circles in time with them. The only thing the broke me away from the trance like beat was the obnoxious feeling that has haunted me for months now. I looked around the room, seeing multiple people starring, but none of them threatening.
"Do you ever get that feeling that something, or someone dangerous is watching you?" I asked Sandy as the song died and we had a minute of ringing silence.
"Doesn't everyone? Just ignore it, it usually turns out to be nothing." She smiled and began dancing again. I sighed and shrugged, deciding it would be best to just continue to ignore it. As I began dancing to the new song, Eric came out of nowhere, snaking his arm around my hips and leaning his forehead on my shoulder.
"I missed you." He said in my ear, just barely loud enough for me to hear him. I felt that icy chill from before freeze my heart. I turned my head as much as I could and said quietly "I missed you too." I could sense that he wanted to ask me the questions from before, but did not and I was grateful for it. If he understood why I avoided him the way I did, he would probably not believe me, or be pissed off. Either way, I didn't want it to ruin the night. It felt like I was in his arms for hours, dancing song after song pressed against him, our bodies touching in an almost intimate way as they moved against the costumed bodies on the floor. Eric finally grabbed my waist tighter and dragged me from the center of the dance floor.
"Hey, lets find a private place and talk." I looked up at the mad hatter and nodded, I knew this time would come sooner or later, so might get the truth out there now. He took my hand and led me to an empty room. I sat on the bed and immediately began to play with my fingers, nervous to find out the reaction that will cross on this dark, angelic face in front of me.
"So, are you just going to sit there playing with your hands, or are you going to cough out why the hell you have been avoiding me?" The anger in his voice made me snap my head up and look at him. I saw every line on his face behind the pale makeup hardened by confusion, hurt, and anger. I sighed and looked down again.
"Eric… I… I didn't tell you what happened when you came to my house earlier because I was scared to tell you the truth."
"Scared? Are you shitting me? You slapped me! Not only that, but you kicked me out, glaring the whole time as if I told you I ran over your puppy and tossed the body in the river! The last thing I sensed was fear."
"If someone you have been avoiding came to your room like a freaky creeper, and then nearly suffocated you in a molesting hug, would you act differently?" I shot back.
"No. And what did you expect? You haven't spoken to me in a week! You made it so painfully obvious that you didn't want anything to do with me that I though I would die if I didn't see you or hear your voice soon." The confession took me aback. I knew he liked me, but I didn't think he liked me that much. I couldn't look at him any more; it was way too painful by this point.
"After I spoke to Steven, Ricky called me at my house…and…" I couldn't bring myself to finish. The creepy phone call still sent shivers down my back, and as I feared, Eric could sense it.
"Adam, what did he say? Did he threaten you?" Eric growled, looking more pissed then I have ever seen. Instead of explaining, I just nodded. I had expected Eric to go on a blood-hungry rampage, screaming and cussing while throwing insults at me for not telling him, but instead he pulled me to him again and kissed the top of my head.
"You should of told me, I will never let that son-of-a-bitch come anywhere near you again." Well at least I was right on the cussing part.
Eric and I sat in that small room for a few more minutes, just catching up, before he announced that he needed a drink. I decided to wait in the room and relaxed on the bed as he left. Soon I heard the room's door open and smiled.
"That was fas-" I began to say but was cut off by an unexpected weight on top of me. Freaked out, I looked up and saw a hideous mask with boils and scars over green tinted skin. The eyes were dark, not letting me see the ones that belonged to the person behind it. The shock faded and I began to flail my arms and legs, trying to get away, but the masked figure just tightened his grip on me and I felt a weight on my throat, before I could do anything, darkness filled my vision.