I'm Back (Bridget)

[garrald steven vickers]

It had been years since Garrald had darkened the hallway of any door on any campus and, while it was a regret among most people who hadn't completed an education and bettered their lives, he felt no regret for his actions over the years and had only set foot on the campus that evening to visit an old and dear friend who attended there. It had taken a lot of time and study, but he found her location and even her dorm through the use of social engineering common to white collar criminals ripping off old lady bank accounts. The young man had unfinished business with one of his first victims that had managed to escape back before he had honed his craft and had foolishly allowed his feelings to get in the way of the task at hand. She was a danger to him more than anyone he had ever come across and had become the only person to point to FBI in his direction as the man responsible for all of the brutal murders of late and name him. His work was far from over and he couldn't allow her to become an issue, no matter how attractive she was, how strongly he felt for her, or their past.

Dressed in a black leather jacket and matching shirt with dark blue jeans, his shoes clicked the pavement as he made his way across the campus, bypassing the few students meandering around for a place to make-out or have sex without being caught by campus security. While the security were occupied, however, he managed to slip in behind another student into the female dorm then utilized the fire-escape to move to the next floor and moved to Bridget's room. He didn't know whether she was there or not, but didn't wait to find out and checked the hall before picking the lock and walking inside to find the room dark. No one was there, to his satisfaction and it appeared that she didn't have the burden of a roomate, at least at first glance.

The killer turned on a nearby lamp and looked around the room with a smile. Even the room smelled just as he remembered her to smell and the photographs nearby of her in her cheerleading outfit and with her family brought back memories. He picked up the nearest photo of her and looked at it a moment before making his way to the chair dimly lit through the partially-open curtains of the window and the small lamp next to it and took a seat. He then reached over and turned off the light and watched the door, waiting for his target, love, and enemy to come through it.

WORDS! 459
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Bridget
NOTES! Stalker killer dude lol
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[bridget rachel summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://www.imageafter.com/dbase/textures/light_fx/b14dieterkors016.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Its Too Darn Hot Its too darn hot. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight 'cause its too darn hot. According to the Kinsey report, every average man you know much prefers to play his favorite sport when the temperature is low. But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot, Mr Adam for his madam is not. 'Cause its too too too darn hot---------------------------------------------------------------- Bridget had been looking forward to Friday all week long. It seemed like ages since she had been to her last party, when in reality it had only been less than a week. Though, to be fair, the week had dragged on and on. It had been one of those weeks where Bridget woke up and could have sworn that it was Friday, only to discover that it was still only Monday. However, at last Friday was here and Bridget was ready for the supposed 'Party of the Century' to begin. Bridget searched through her closet, looking for something to wear. Her closet was completely full of her clothes. She was lucky to be living in her own room now so she didn't have to share her closet with anyone. Last semester it was a totally different story, however. But at the end of the term, the girls on her floor all had a raffle to see who would win the vacant room at the end of the hall, and Bridget was the lucky winner. Her old roommate Kelsey was not happy to see Bridget go, and to see a new girl move in with her, but they were still just as close as they had been when they shared a room together. Bridget selected a denim miniskirt and a crop top from her closet in her favorite shade of blue. It was a fashionable outfit, one that would keep her cool if there was a lot of dancing at this party. Bridget loved to dance, and she was never afraid to make a fool of herself in front of everyone. Though in reality, Bridget never really did make a fool out of herself, because she was a great dancer. She was a cheerleader in High School, and she was a star at it. Cheerleading was not something she had enjoyed. There were too many politics involved. In order to stay on top you had to have everyone know your name. Not everyone had to like you, but your name had to be the most well-known in the entire school. You also had to be well-liked by the most popular of the men as well, as well as run in every school election that there was. If you lost an election, then you weren't doing your job right. Not to mention that the choreography was second-rate and the girls were often uncoordinated. In fact, the only person who actually cared about looking good during the cheers was Bridget herself, and everyone else cared more about having the title of cheerleader than actually cheerleading. After Bridget got her scholarship, she dropped cheering. It wasn't her thing. Just as she was starting to leave, Bridget noticed a sticky note stuck to her computer. She walked over to it and read it quickly before realizing that it was a note from Kelsey, who was wondering if Bridget could find the shirt that she had borrowed from Kelsey a long time ago so she could wear it to the party. Bridget sighed and quickly organized her room, so Kelsey didn't have to walk into the current pigsty that she was living in. She carefully placed the shirt on her bed in case Kelsey swung by before the party. Bridget locked the door on her way out and hten quickly made her way to the party. It wasn't bad that she was fashionably late, but if this party was as good as the hype, then she wanted to be there for as much as possible. She crossed the campus, laughing to herself at the losers who were much more content to stare and look at the stars than go to a party and dance the night away. Yes, it was true that once upon a time that would have been Bridget herself, and deep down it still was. But Bridget did not like being left out of all of the fun that came with a party, so she had made her decisions and now she was here. Popular, fun, friendly, smart, everything she had ever wanted to be. And those other people had made their choices and there they were, branded with the name of loser. That was just the way life worked, and Bridget had to deal with it just as those people did. Bridget arrived at the party and jumped right in the middle of all of the dancing. She didn't even bother to get herself a drink first, she just lept right in. She danced to a few songs before she spotted a familiar girl having a conversation across the room. She made her way through the crowd of dancers over to her, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Kels!" She squealed before giving her a friendly hug and an air kiss. "Did you get your shirt?" Kelsey snorted and shook her head. "No, you locked the door to your room before you left, you loser. I'll have to get it tomorrow," An hour or so later, Bridget left the party. She had tired herself out from dancing. Not to mention that the party was rather average, so compared to all the hype it had received, it had fallen way short of Bridget's expectations. She may even place it in the 'lame' category, simply because it was just so much worse than expected. On the way back to her dorm, Bridget scanned the courtyard once again to watch the losers looking up at the stars. She paused momentarily and looked up at them herself. They were quite beautiful, and she could make out some of the constellations: Cassiopeia, The Big Dipper, Draco... the stars were aligned and the stars twinkled like glitter in the sky. She sighed. She wondered briefly why it was so bad to just stargaze... Why couldn't she do it too? "Hey, Bridge! What are you doing, you loser?" She heard Kelsey's voice from well behind her and she remembered why she couldn't. She had a reputation to uphold. Straightening herself, she began a brisk walk to her dorm room. Bridget made her way to her dorm room and turned the doorknob, forgetting once again that she had locked it. Surprisingly, the knob turned, and she found herself walking through the door into a room as black as death. The moment she entered felt a strange sensation. She felt oddly frightened, like there was a monster from a horror movie in the darkness awaiting her arrival. And yet, at the same time, she felt oddly exhilarated. The atmosphere was intense, and so, like a child afraid of the dark, she quickly made her way to the light switch and flicked it on. The first thing she noticed was her bed, just the way she left it, with Kelsey's shirt draped neatly on top of it. She laughed quietly to herself and shook her head. "Oh Kels..." She thought aloud. She wondered why she had felt so frightened, like there was something out of the ordinary in her room. Everything was just fine. And then she turned around. There, right in front of her was a face was a man that she had seen before. A man that she once knew and had both longed to find and longed to forget. She hated this man. She feared this man, and somewhere, a part of her loved this man. A mixture of shock and anger bubbled up inside her. She wanted to yell and scream a thousand things. She wanted to attack him. She wanted to embrace him. She wanted to run for her very life. Bridget opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She took a few steps backwards until she hit a wall. "Wha-wha...?" She gasped. So many questions raced through her mind. How had he found her here? Why was he here? Why had he tried to kill her so many years ago? Was he going to try to kill her now? What were his intentions? Why today? Why her? Why right now? All of these questions threatened to explode from her lips at once, but none would escape. After a moment's struggle, she finally had voice enough to say one word. "Garrald?" 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[garrald steven vickers]

A wide, bright grin came to the man's face at the sight of his unknowing target stepping into the room and it only grew similar to that of the cat that swallowed the canary once the light came on and she had taken notice of him that had rendered her practically speechless. He couldn't really blame her for the surprise seeing that he had broken into her dorm room and was sitting in the dark waiting for her. Aside from that, he had been the one who tried to kill her and he could only imagine the thoughts going through her head, though the only one going through his own was how beautiful she looked and how intoxicating her presence was even after so long without seeing her. The young man lived in conflict when it came to Bridget with part of him wanting to use the blade in his pocket to slit her throat and watch as her lifeforce flowed from her and her eyes slowly drifted closed before removing her heart in time for it to be warm in his hands. On the other hand, the other part of him wanted to embrace her, feel the warmth of her skin on his hands and kiss her soft lips. He loved her more than anything he had ever loved before but had marked her for death long before his killing spree and knew he'd eventually have to make good on it.

"Hello, darlin'. Good ta see ya," he replied in a mock southern drawl before scoffing and letting out a soft chuckle followed by the shake of his head, "Conway Twitty was a real dork, wasn't he?" He remained composed and casually turned to look down at the photo of the young woman before him that rested in his hands before clicking his tongue against the room of his mouth and gently rubbing his thumb over the face in the photo. Garrald took in a deep breath closing his eyes before speaking, "I'd forgotten how exhilarating being in your presence was, Bridget." His brown eyes shot open and he sat the photo onto the table next to the chair before standing to his feet and reaching over to push the door closed while not taking his eyes off of the blonde who was a good distance away from him pressed against the wall.

"I love what you've done with the place," he declared as he turned and walked over toward her dresser, moving slowly and deliberately followed by running the back of his hand along the top of the wood. The killer then brought his hand up to his face and gazed at his hand as if looking for dust followed by a quick turn to face the college student, "Nice and clean. But rumor has it... you're quite the sexbomb which makes you a dirty, dirty girl and, I have to say, I'm deeply hurt. Well... I would be if that nonsense were true, but I know you well enough that you're much too good of a girl to be spreading your legs for everyone."

WORDS! 514
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Bridget
NOTES! Same here!
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[bridget rachel summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://www.imageafter.com/dbase/textures/light_fx/b14dieterkors016.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Its Too Darn Hot Its too darn hot. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight 'cause its too darn hot. According to the Kinsey report, every average man you know much prefers to play his favorite sport when the temperature is low. But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot, Mr Adam for his madam is not. 'Cause its too too too darn hot---------------------------------------------------------------- Bridget kept herself pressed against the wall for a few moments, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and attempted to regain her composure. She heard him speak and her eyes darted open. "Hello, darlin'. Good ta see ya," He said, and Bridget rolled her eyes at him. "Conway Twitty was a real dork, wasn't he?" What was he trying to pull now? Was he trying to break the ice and relax her? If that was the case, it was working. Bridget began to calm down and take a small step away from the wall, the shock of this situation wearing off and her confidence rising. Then Bridget noticed what was in Garrald's hand. He had taken a picture from off of her desk, a picture of her from cheerleading. It was the only cheerleading picture she had that didn't completely disgust her. It was a picture of her in her final pose of the last cheer she ever performed. Despite the unkempt hair and the slight gleam of sweat on her face, it was a very flattering picture. Bridget remembered that moment well: She had just had an amazing day, and that cheer was the best they had ever done. Bridget had done the best cheering of her life that day, and the other girls had done exceptionally well also. Their team ended up winning the big championship and the moment that picture was taken, the thing that Bridget was the happiest about was the fact that this was the last time she would ever have to cheer again. There were several pictures like it around her room. Flattering pictures of her in moments she liked to remember. There was a picture of Bridget on her 16th birthday with her parents after she was given a red convertible, pictures of her hanging out with friends, and a few pictures her best friend and ex-roommate Kelsey had taped to her walls when Bridget moved into this room. These pictures were less flattering, and most were pictures of Bridget and Kelsey drunk at parties dancing with random guys or with eachother, but Bridget kept them up there because they were funny and made her smile when she was low. The only picture that was not laying out for all to see was one that she had hidden deep within her desk drawers. It was taken on one of the happiest days of her life. It was of her and an old boyfriend. She was grinning and hugging him close in a dark bar while he was making a silly face. The two were so happy together, often times Bridget wondered why it couldn't have worked out between them. She wondered why she couldn't have just put up with his lifestyle, and she also wondered why he couldn't have just given it up for her. She wondered if everything would be different now if they had stayed together, or if they would have broken up anyways later on. Maybe they were destined to be apart. Often times she wondered if they could try again... and as much as she wanted it, she knew deep down that there was no way that it would ever happen again. She kept the picture as a reminder of the good times, and she would keep that picture for the rest of her life. She would never show it to anyone, and would only take it out in the darkest times in her life, because that moment had enough happiness and joy to light up a lifetime. He was her first love. He was everything to her, and in that one moment he was perfect. But now, that same man stood in front of her. He was imperfect and flawed, just as she was. He had made mistakes and so had she. However, many years ago he had tried to punish her for her mistakes, something she would never dream of doing to him, and now the love she still and always would have for him was tainted by fear and loathing. But Bridget was strong and Bridget was smart. She had escaped him once, and she could do it again. She had fought way too hard to get where she was to give up now. Garrald rubbed the picture with his finger before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'd forgotten how exhilarating being in your presence was, Bridget." He said, and Bridget's heart picked up its pace. She contemplated shouting something sassy back at him, but kept her mouth shut. She decided she wouldn't speak until she was sure of his motives. The last thing she wanted to do was anger him when he had come here on a rather friendly visit, just as she didn't want to be friendly to him if he was planning to kill her. She watched him silently as he walked across her room and shut her door, then as he rubbed his hand against the dresser and inspected it. Then abruptly, he turned to her. "Nice and clean. But rumor has it... you're quite the sexbomb which makes you a dirty, dirty girl and, I have to say, I'm deeply hurt. Well... I would be if that nonsense were true, but I know you well enough that you're much too good of a girl to be spreading your legs for everyone." Bridget tugged at her blue shirt which exposed her stomach , attempting to adjust it so it would cover more. It was true that she came off as a bit of a whore around the school. Part of her wished that she actually was what everybody thought she was, but deep down she knew that sleeping around was against her morals. There were few people who knew the real truth about her. The thing she wanted to keep the most secret. Only people she really trusted. She didn't even trust her "Best friend" Kelsey enough to tell her. Garrald was one of the few who knew. Once upon a time when they were dating, she had several opportunities to lose her virginity to him. She hadn't taken any of them however, and Garrald had always seemed to understand. She felt bad about it, but stuck to her morals. She had gone to other bases, sure, but never a home run. However, of all the people she had ever dated, Garrald was the only one she would have been okay with losing her virginity to. She wasn't sure she felt the same way now, after the events that had transpired since their relationship ended, but if she could go back in time and have sex with Garrald, she wouldn't have regretted it. Forgetting her previous decision to stay quiet until she was sure of Garrald's motives, she took a step towards him and spoke. "What if I've changed?" She asked him, making eye contact with him to show she was not afraid. "You don't know me anymore," She said. It was a fact. He hadn't talked to her since the day that she escaped him. She didn't want Garrald to know that she hadn't changed a bit since that day. She hadn't changed at all since High School, really. She wanted him to fall for her bluff. She didn't trust him anymore, so she wanted him to forget all of her secrets. "I have dated a lot of people since you," She continued, taking a few steps towards her desk without taking her eyes off of Garrald. When she reached her desk she turned to face him again. "Many of which were a lot more... convincing," She said. It wasn't a lie. She had dated many a man who had tried to convince her to sleep with them. None of them were as understanding to her morals as Garrald had been. However, when they tried to get into her pants, she had been strong and had ditched them. She decided to leave that part out for obvious reasons, and ran a hand through her hair, wondering how Garrald would respond, and hoping that he'd believe her. [style=width: 200px; height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #FFF; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; margin: 380px 0 0 5px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; padding: 3px;] WORD: 1,332 Outfit: CLICK Muse: This Picture Note: I can't stop writing :P NOTE: Bridget's Speech Other Characters' Speech [/style] Lyrics: Too Darn Hot from Kiss Me Kate; Template by Paige @ CAUTION

[garrald steven vickers]

The black haired man's brown eyes moved down from her face to her stomach while she tugged at it to cover herself in an attempt at maintaining her lady-like nature. Garrald smiled and shook his head, turning around to face the dresser once more and looking at some of the photos on the top before tapping his fingers on each drawer working his way to the left. He figured that her belongings inside were neatly organized and she knew every stitch of clothing inside; she'd always been an organized person and he couldn't help but admire her for it. While it was seemingly meaningless, he was the same way in every day life which only indicated that they were more alike that Bridget would hope to ever admit. While she spoke, he turned to her for a second and then made his way next to her bed, taking a seat on the top, outstretching his legs for a moment before pulling them back in and resting his hands on his lap. Her hinting that she was, in fact, a slut prompted Garrald to look deep into her eyes to judge the truth for himself. It didn't matter to him one way or another if she was, other than hurting his pride, but her escaping from him was enough to do that and the reasons for why she had to die had nothing to do with a possible whore-ish nature.

The killer tilted his head, his face void of expression while he merely blinked calmly upon mention of how many men she'd dated and how they'd been more convincing to sleep with her than he had ever been. Regardless of what she attempted to do, the poke at him didn't hurt his feelings in the least seeing that he had been the only person to be patient with her and understanding of her morals. Then again, while he had respected her enough not to push her into something, she disrespected him because of the life his father led and hadn't given him an opportunity to forge his own path. It was all in the past now and Garrald had become something greater than a mere mafia hitman while Bridget had moved up from a cheerleader to a young woman with plans for her life. A grim reality of it all was that her plans would never be fulfilled as soon as he was able to do what had to be done and end her life like he had so many before her; however, he couldn't look at her like a usual victim and more of an equal, someone he loved and couldn't hurt. She was, in all sense of the term, invincible in regards to him though he'd never tell her.

Once she finished speaking, Garrald looked at her bedside table and calmly pulled it open to reveal the contents within, smiling with a sadistic know-it-all grin before turning back to her, "Whores keep condoms in their bedside drawers for easy access when they bring someone back to their bed and everyone knows a woman prefers her own bed, especially sluts." He then stood up and fluidly slammed the bedside drawer closed, his eyes not leaving Bridget's and then he moved through the room toward her miniature refrigerator and opened it up, pulling out a single red apple. He closed the fridge and tossed the apple into the air a few times with a grin on his face, catching it in his hand each time before bringing it to his lips and taking a bite. He closed his eyes, slowly munching on the mouthful of fruit, "Mmmmmm.... I love it when I'm right, Bridget." His brown eyes came open while he chewed on the mouthful some more, moving over to the chair he'd been sitting in, looking at her photograph then turning sharply around, this time closer to her and staring directly into her eyes. Her perfume filled his nostrils and he sighed contentedly as he swallowed the mouthful of fruit.

"You can't lie to me, Bridget," he mused, "you of all people should know that." He took a step closer toward her, "I know how the human mind works..." He continued slowly moving closer as he spoke, "I know what makes people.... tick..." The man in the black coat stopped, smirking and pulling a knife from his pocket, brandishing it a bit in the air, "Sometimes people get broken, like any other piece of equipment and need to be fixed. In order to do that... we have to take a look inside." With that, he quickly brought up the apple and used the sharpened blade of the knife the cut it in half, chuckling before tossing the unbitten half on the table next to Bridget, while keeping the other half for himself. "Eat."

WORDS! 803
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Bridget
NOTES! Creepy killer is creepy lol
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[bridget rachel summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://www.imageafter.com/dbase/textures/light_fx/b14dieterkors016.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Its Too Darn Hot Its too darn hot. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight 'cause its too darn hot. According to the Kinsey report, every average man you know much prefers to play his favorite sport when the temperature is low. But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot, Mr Adam for his madam is not. 'Cause its too too too darn hot---------------------------------------------------------------- For a moment, her lie had worked. But then Garrald opened her bedside drawer. Bridget bit her lip, hoping that he was about to change the subject. Her heart sank as his lips curled into an evil grin and he said "Whores keep condoms in their bedside drawers for easy access when they bring someone back to their bed and everyone knows a woman prefers her own bed, especially sluts." Bridget looked away, ashamed that he had figured her out. If she had more time to set up the ruse then she would have been able to pull it off. She was always good at making plans, especially if those plans were the blueprint to extensive lies, like this one. Bridget knew how to keep her secrets hidden. She had kept the fact that she was a virgin a secret from everyone for a very long time. In fact, Garrald was the only one who knew. All the other men she had dated were blissfully unaware, they just thought that she hadn't wanted to sleep with them in particular, not that she didn't want to sleep with anyone in general. Bridget had set up her plan well, making sure to never date someone who knew an ex. She couldn't have the two men talking to each other and putting two and two together. It was best that it was all kept secret. As for all of the guy's rooms she had gone back to after parties, she always made sure that they were wasted enough to believe any lie she told them, and she'd go back to her own room, leaving an earring or an article of clothing behind for him to find in the morning. She never brought a guy back to her room. If she did, they would know where she was and would be able to find her again to repeat the act that they believed to have done, and that would be way too much traffic control for Bridget to handle. She had never thought to put condoms beside her bed, because the only one who would ever think to look there... would be Garrald. Garrald always seemed to be the only one who could outsmart her. He was the only one who had figured out her biggest ruses. He was the only one who figured out what had happened that one night... the night that Bridget would never forget. She was the one who had come up with the plan that saved her skin and the skin of all of her sorority sisters. She had worked on that scheme harder than she had ever worked on any scheme before. The evidence was all there. In fact, Bridget had ever convinced some of the stupider girls that the ruse was actually reality. The police had bought it, and Bridget and the girls were off scott- free. They were never even suspects in the crime at all. And then Garrald had come. He killed off all of the girls, one by one. But he had saved Bridget for last. She always assumed that it was because she was the one behind it all, and he knew it. He knew everything, somehow. That night was the most frightening night of her life. She wanted more than anything to bullshit her way out of it, but nothing got past Garrald. He knew her better than she knew herself. She knew better than to lie to him. Why did she think she could lie to him? Bridget shook the thoughts away from her head. She couldn't remember those thoughts. Not now. She had to keep her wits about her, she had to pretend that she had the upper hand, even if she was down for the count. She couldn't give up. Not now, not ever. She was a fighter, and she was not going down without a fight. She looked back over at him, into his piercing brown eyes. It was like he was staring into her soul, judging her, and inspecting all of the pieces of her broken heart. "You can't lie to me, Bridget. You of all people should know that," Her eyes widened slightly. It was like he could read her mind. She knew he couldn't, but that would definitely explain some things. "I know how the human mind works..." He said. Again, it seemed like he was reading her mind. If he had superpowers, that would definitely be one of them. "I know what makes people.... tick..." He pulled a knife from his pocket, and Bridget eyed it somewhat nervously. Her fingers twitched and she thought about where her nearest pair of scissors were, should she get attacked right now. She flashed through a few battle scenarios quickly, determining the exact way to react no matter what attack he went with. "Sometimes people get broken, like any other piece of equipment and need to be fixed. In order to do that... we have to take a look inside." Bridget looked at Garrald and raised an eyebrow. She wouldn't consider herself broken, though maybe she was just too stubborn to admit that she actually was. There were definitely some things she wished she could redo and some time she wished that she could have back. There were some mistakes she wished she could erase, but she knew that there was no going back now. She had to move forward with her life and so did Garrald. They were such different people now than they used to be. Bridget wondered how broken Garrald himself was. She had to assume that he was more broken than anyone else. She wanted to get inside his mind, to help him out. To help him put the pieces back together. But that was a place she doubted he would let her go, especially now. Garrald took the knife he held and used it to cut an apple in half, tossing Bridget the other half. "Eat." Garrald demanded, and she took the apple and gave him a look for stealing her food. But she couldn't keep the look and a small giggle escaped her lips, knowing that it wasn't her apple that Garrald had taken. It was Kelsey's. "My friend put that apple in there so her greedy roommate wouldn't eat it," She explained to Garrald before taking a bite. She was ashamed of herself for laughing and lightening the mood, but she couldn't help it. She chewed the mouthful of apple, grinning. She did love fruit. It was always her favorite. In fact, Bridget had been known to have a bowl of fruit salad or a bushel of grapes than a bowl of ice cream for dessert. It often confused people, and most of the time people accused her of being on a diet, when the truth was, she just really liked fruit. Bridget found a seed from the apple's core and took it out of the apple, flicking it at Garrald. Maybe he was just here for a friendly visit after all. Suddenly, there was a thud, as something hit the outside of the window. Bridget froze. "What the hell was that?" She asked, turning her head slowly towards the window. She thought she could hear voices below, but she couldn't be sure. She walked over to the window and looked down. Bridget was on the second floor of the building and on the ground looking up at her she could see the faces of some drunken students shouting. She couldn't hear what they were saying. To do that she would have to open the window. She looked over her shoulder at Garrald and another object hit her window. She wasn't sure how to react. On a normal day, she would have opened the window, but now that Garrald was here she wasn't sure how to react. She searched his face, hoping he could give her a clue of what to do, knowing that a small part of her was afraid of deadly consequences for making the wrong move. [style=width: 200px; height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #FFF; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; margin: 380px 0 0 5px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; padding: 3px;] WORD: 1,341 Outfit: CLICK Muse: Someone just threw a rock at my house :P Note: Sorry this was so late! D: NOTE: Bridget's Speech Other Characters' Speech [/style] Lyrics: Too Darn Hot from Kiss Me Kate; Template by Paige @ CAUTION

[garrald steven vickers]

Garrald continued eating his half of the apple and turned to make his way around the room a bit more. He'd already mapped it out in his head and was only confirming the overall layout of the area for his own future reference when the time came to sneak in during the middle of the night and kill her. Hearing Bridget's statement, he turned around and looked at her; his eyes were void of emotion at seeing her giggling and smiling. The killer stood silently chewing the mouthful of fruit he'd just bitten off up until she flicked a seed toward him, to which he looked at the ground where the seed ended up and tilted his head, "You're awfully chipper for someone that's going to be gutted alive. I find it remarkably amusing on my end that you embrace your own death with such a calm demeanor. This will be fun indeed." His blank expression turned to one of sadistic excitement as another smirk came to his lips and his eyes brightened in the most sinister of ways at thinking of being able to complete what he'd started those years ago the night he came after her and the other sorority sisters, all of which were dead. He casually stepped closer to her, tossing the core of his half into the trash can along the way and positioned himself in front of her.

He was close enough to smell her hair and feel the warmth of her breath on his skin; it was a drug that he could find nowhere else. The brown-eyed man reached up with his left hand and gently ran his thumb down Bridget's right cheek, soaking up the softness of her flesh anxiously wondering how it was going to feel to slit her throat as he had her friends and so many others before pulling her heart from her chest. The more he thought on it, the more tempting it became and his tongue moved around slowly in his mouth from side to side contemplating his own plans. "So soft... smooth.... so warm," he began as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath yet again before opening them, "Like a crisp summer morning, you don't want to let it go. Do you know how tempting it is to... cut your heart out and eat it, rather than to cut it out and force it down your throat?" The man calling himself Zenith smiled warmly as he leaned in, pressing his face up against her cheek and moving his nose along the soft, delicate skin for a moment prior to pulling back and regaining eye-contact. "You're just that good, Bridget. You're so different.... unique...special. I just want to eat you all up."

At that moment, he froze as well after having heard the same noise hit the window. Garrald turned his head sharply toward the source of the noise and narrowed his eyes, annoyed that anyone had interrupted his fun with his most special victim. He remained silent having not answered her question initially and instead allowed her to move over to the window to have a look outside. After she'd turned back toward him and another object hit the window did he make his way over, leaning against the wall out of sight beside Bridget, but still able to make out the students on the ground a floor below. As he looked out the window, he could feel her watching him and turned to the blonde with a smile, "College... I'd forgotten how unintelligent the educated can be. Open the window. Act normal, or I'll have to give them a sight they'll never forget." The man in black then nodded toward the window and waited for Bridget to do her thing, having his own plan in mind on getting rid of the drunks below but also reserving a backup plan should she do anything that could tip off her fellow students. Then again, he was smart enough to know that no one would believe a drunk college student regardless. He could have killed her right then and there and tossed her naked, heartless body out the window and it would take till morning before their story was taken seriously.

WORDS! 706
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Bridget
NOTES! It's okay, I understand
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[bridget rachel summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://www.imageafter.com/dbase/textures/light_fx/b14dieterkors016.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Its Too Darn Hot Its too darn hot. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight 'cause its too darn hot. According to the Kinsey report, every average man you know much prefers to play his favorite sport when the temperature is low. But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot, Mr Adam for his madam is not. 'Cause its too too too darn hot---------------------------------------------------------------- The butterflies in Bridget's stomach multiplied by the thousands. Garrald was so much different now than he had ever been. And today, in this room... she was detecting mixed emotions from him. He was conflicted inside. She wasn't sure why, or how, but she could tell that he wasn't just here to kill her. But then again, every time she began to let her guard down, he gave her a reason to put it back up again. She was angry at him for intruding on her, afraid that he would take his knife and slit her throat with it... and the nerves and anger bubbled up and the mixture was oddly exhilarating. His voice echoed in her head. "You're just that good, Bridget. You're so different.... unique...special. I just want to eat you all up." The sentence reverberated off of the walls of her brain and bounced around again. His voice sent chills down her spine. The hair on the back of her neck raised. It was like nails on a chalkboard... and at the same time it was like the sweetest melody she had ever heard. She shook the thoughts from her head as Garrald quickly made his way into the shadows. "College... I'd forgotten how unintelligent the educated can be. Open the window. Act normal, or I'll have to give them a sight they'll never forget." Bridget looked sideways at Garrald suspiciously. For a moment, she bought his lie. And then she realized that the second floor wasn't really that high up. Drunk as they may be, those college kids could still see perfectly well into her window, whose lights contrasted with the dark sky around them. Garrald wouldn't risk exposing himself to the strangers below, all who would be much more willing to turn him in than Bridget herself. She didn't want to turn him in. She just wanted to forget. Bridget opened her mouth, prepared to call his bluff, when she realized that Garrald was very sly. She realized there were other things that college kids wouldn't soon forget that didn't have to do with killing people. Although she was sure that the original threat was probably meant to mean death, the moment that Garrald realized that killing her in front of everyone was a stupid idea, he would come up with something equally as effective but much less illegal to do. Bridget closed her mouth slowly and bit her lip. It was better to not argue with him on this one. Sometimes, in order to win the game, one had to go along with their opponent's plan. Bridget took a deep breath and closed her eyes before turning to the window and quickly pulling it open. As soon as she did, a lime green bra flew through the window, and the muffled screams from outside became clear. Bridget furrowed her brow and bent down to pick up the bra before turning to stick her head out of the window. "Oh my God guys, she got it!" She heard Kelsey say to the others in a drunken whisper. "Oh my God, Kels. Keep your bra on," Bridget said back to her, laughing before throwing the bra down to her friend. Her laugh was fake and overly dramatic, but the drunk kids below would never notice. Bridget was not in the mood for their antics right now, not with a killer in her bedroom. "HEY BRIDGE, YOU LOSER! GET DOWN HERE!" Kelsey screamed up at her. She was being held by two extremely drunk and average looking men, with another girl and guy making out behind them. Bridget rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Kels?" She asked, hoping they'd all go away. "I got us some hotties!" Kelsey said, as one of the guys almost dropped her. "You've got to get your ass down here or they're both mine!" Bridget wrinkled her nose at the offer. Those boys were not hotties by any stretch of the imagination. Bridget was being generous to consider them even average. She looked over at Garrald momentarily, making sure he was still there, and wondering how much he was judging her right now. As much as she wanted to say she didn't care, a part of her didn't want him to think badly of her. "Uhm, Kels, I can't right now," Bridget said. Kelsey, who had taken a few seconds to process what had just happened in front of her, couldn't help but shout back at Bridget. "OH MY GOD, BRIDGE. DO YOU ALREADY HAVE A GUY IN THERE?!" Bridget looked over at Garrald again and then looked back. "Yeah. There's a guy in here all right," She knew that Kelsey wouldn't comprehend the inflections in her voice when she was this drunk. "Oh my god, Bridge. Get it, loser!" Kelsey congratulated Bridget obliviously. Bridget breathed for a moment, thinking she was off the hook. But, as per usual, she was not. "Bring him out here, Bridge. I wanna see him! Is he hot?" The butterflies in her stomach resurfaced as Bridget realized what that meant. Either Garrald came out and played along, or Kelsey didn't believe her and she started to spread a rumor that Bridget wasn't nearly as slutty as everyone believed she was. That meant less parties, less drinking, less fun. People would start thinking she was a good girl again, and all of her hard work would be for nothing. She looked at Garrald quickly, explaining her dilemma with her eyes, although he probably had already gathered it himself. He had asked her to be normal, and if she was going to be normal, she would show Kels the guy she had in her room, although usually she would be in his room but that was a minor detail. However, Bridget didn't want Garrald to get mad at her for exposing his face. She wasn't sure if he wanted to be recognized right now. Bridget raised her eyebrow at Garrald off in the shadows and held out her hand for him. "You wanted me to act natural," She whispered to him before raising an eyebrow. It was all up to him now. If he came over, then Kelsey would probably leave after some sexual comments and everything could go back to haw it was in the dorm. If he didn't, there would be a lot of explaining to do on Bridget's part, and she was not prepared for that right now. Nevertheless, the wheels in her head began turning anyway, should Garrald decide to make life difficult for her. [style=width: 200px; height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #FFF; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; margin: 380px 0 0 5px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; padding: 3px;] WORD: 1,071 Outfit: CLICK Muse: I had a thought the other day... Note: ...These two are kinda like modern day Beauty and the Beast. :P NOTE: Bridget's Speech Other Characters' Speech [/style] Lyrics: Too Darn Hot from Kiss Me Kate; Template by Paige @ CAUTION

[garrald steven vickers]

Zenith watched as Bridget opened the window allowing the screams from below to grow louder. He leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed and grinned brightly when the bra came into the room from below. It wasn't so much a grin out of it being funny more so than an expression that originated from how idiotic he found the people his ex associated with to be. Though the blonde had laughed before tossing the bra back down to the girl she identified to be Kelsey, whom the apple had belonged to that the two of them shared, Garrald knew it was an act. In light of everything that had happened between them and his randomly showing up in her dormitory, he was relieved to find she was going along with what he had instructed which made the game all more fun. From his position, he knew he couldn't just slit her throat and not be seen, though a quick thrust to her side puncturing her liver would do the trick in twenty minutes; while he knew how to kill her and not risk being identified, stabs to the liver weren't his way of doing things and with his murders having recently gained national attention, he couldn't very well lose his reputation for slitting throats any time soon. The killer just watched her as she yelled down to her friend below finally explaining that she had a guy in her room already.

Normally, he'd have shot a look of disdain at her for her tone that was obvious sarcasm but the fact her friends were drunk didn't give Garrald much of a reason for concern. Even if her friends had taken the hint and scrambled to call the police, Bridget would have been dead by the time authorities arrived and her killer gone with no identification possible. All in all, it wasn't a tactical choice for her to try and warn her stupid drunk friends which had no clue who much of a good girl the blonde a floor above them truly was.

"I'll be the one doing the getting, don't you think," he replied in sarcasm toward Kelsey's words of congratulations in regards to Bridget's unknown visitor. A sly smirk came to his lips following his musing words and he waggled his brows in a psychotic sense of humor, though hinting at something much more sinister than simply taking Bridget's virginity though as it came to mind, he continued to speak, careless of what those below had to say feeling that his words were much more important at that given moment to the young college student with her life being in his hands. "In more ways then one. I mean, if we were to have sex, I'd be getting your virginity and I have to say that's one hell of a tempting proposition even if I have to cut you up afterwards...no matter, you'll be bleeding anyway."

The dark smirk didn't leave his face even when her friends asked to see him and his victim turned to face him, offering her hand. The look in her eyes showed how desperately she wanted him to cooperate, no doubt in order to secure her reputation but Garrald didn't really care about how her peers viewed her. She'd established her own lies and would have to live up to the reality that she wasn't what everyone thought she was eventually regardless if he went along with her in that moment. "I did ask you to act normal... you're not. I know who you really are, and maybe these people need to see that side of you as well. Besides, I have a reputation as a ghost of a serial killer to keep and can't honestly say I care about your reputation whatsoever. Dead people don't have a need for one, wouldn't you say?"

Despite his hardened nature and how brutal he could be, albeit careless of how the collegiate community viewed her, some part of him couldn't bear the look in her eyes and not do something. It was a look he'd only seen when the two of them had been dating and long before everything had taken a much darker turn in their relationship; though it had been so long since she'd looked at him in such a way, he wanted desperately to hold her in his arms like he used to and tell her he loved her. After all the people he'd killed, he still couldn't view Bridget as a simple victim like he did everyone before her. Going against his better judgment, he stuck the knife back into his pocket and took her hand, losing himself for a moment in the nostalgia of the softness of her hand.

"What the hell," he began, stepping closer, "it's college." Zenith then moved in, turning his back slightly toward the window to hide his features and wrapped his other arm around Bridget's back then moved in for a kiss. He had his own plan in mind to prove she was with someone and not give himself away all at the same time. Thinking on his toes is what made him good and what he did.

WORDS! 857
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Bridget
NOTES! That does make sense, actually haha
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[bridget rachel summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://www.imageafter.com/dbase/textures/light_fx/b14dieterkors016.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Its Too Darn Hot Its too darn hot. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight 'cause its too darn hot. According to the Kinsey report, every average man you know much prefers to play his favorite sport when the temperature is low. But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot, Mr Adam for his madam is not. 'Cause its too too too darn hot---------------------------------------------------------------- If Kelsey could hear the conversations that were going on within Bridget's room as she stood on the ground screaming up at her, she would not have wanted to see the guy within at all. Especially if she had realized that it was Bridget's ex in the room, not to mention the most elusive serial killer in LA history. Kelsey had a firm rule on exes: Don't sleep with an ex. Ever. However, Kelsey broke that rule more often than she spoke it. Whenever she slept with an ex, they somehow found a way of getting back together, and then Kelsey remembered why she broke up with them in the first place, and she dumped them again. It was a vicious cycle, and Bridget sometimes wondered if it was something that happened with exes in general, or if it was something that only happened with Kelsey. Nevertheless, the rule would never apply to her. Bridget was smart and cunning, much like the man before her. She knew how to keep her victims from finding her again. Of course, her victims were simply those who believed to have slept with her, sometimes boyfriends and sometimes random strangers, while Garrald's victims were, well, dead. "I'll be the one doing the getting, don't you think? In more ways then one. I mean, if we were to have sex, I'd be getting your virginity and I have to say that's one hell of a tempting proposition even if I have to cut you up afterwards...no matter, you'll be bleeding anyway." Bridget shuddered at the thought, but kept a straight face to Kelsey. She couldn't know that anything was wrong. Bridget couldn't help but think of Garrald's statment, however. She didn't want to die just as much as she didn't want to lose her virginity before marriage. Tempting as the offer was to her, Things between her and Garrald didn't work out for a reason. Kelsey's ex rule would probably apply to this scenario and Bridget didn't want to see if she could prove the rule wrong. She knew that he could probably convince her to have sex with him if he tried, but not now. Not on his first day back after all this time. Though his return had stirred up all sorts of buried feelings, both good and bad, she still would not give herself away without a fight. Bridget looked at Garrald, waiting for his answer. Was he going to come to the window, or was he going to make Bridget dig herself out of a hole? The butterflies made it difficult for her to think clearly, but she still began to piece some form of lie together in her head. Sorry, Kels. He won't come to the window. He's shy. No, that wouldn't cut it. Kelsey would just march her way up here to see him, or scream up the window some more until she annoyed his way out. Kelsey was good at being annoying. Her big mouth didn't shut. Even when she was asleep, she was still talking. That girl didn't have an off switch. The single moment in time where Garrald was deciding felt like hours. Bridget searched her brain for more scenarios. He was naked and didn't want the world to see. No, that wouldn't convince anyone. He was in the bathroom. No, Kelsey would just wait until he came out. Bridget sighed heavily. Thinking when she was nervous was not one of Bridget's strong points. In truth, she was hardly ever nervous. Bridget always had the upper hand in situations. She could manipulate them to her choosing. But Garrald was better at manipulation than she could ever dream to be. He was the one in control right now, and Bridget could do nothing but sit back and hope things went her way. Finally, Garrald spoke. "I did ask you to act normal... you're not." Bridget's brow furrowed slightly. She was doing what she was told. If she had acted 'normally' according to her morals and such, then Kelsey would REALLY know that something was up. She knew that Garrald wouldn't want that to happen. "I know who you really are," Garrald continued, "and maybe these people need to see that side of you as well." Bridget opened up her mouth to protest, but Garrald kept talking. "Besides, I have a reputation as a ghost of a serial killer to keep and can't honestly say I care about your reputation whatsoever. Dead people don't have a need for one, wouldn't you say?" Bridget raised an eyebrow. She thought better of asking him why it was so important to stay a serial killer. She knew that he would just ask her why it was so important to be a slut, and she knew that wouldn't end well. Bridget sighed. It appeared as if Garrald was not about to be helping her. She looked over at him for a moment longer, pleading in her eyes. She decided on an excuse for Kelsey that would have to work. She would have to tell Kelsey that she should come see him in the morning. Kelsey was too drunk to realize that Bridget meant that she didn't actually have anyone in the room. It was the easiest cop out in the books, and Bridget would have no choice other than to use it. She took a deep breath. "Hey Kels-" She began as Garrald stepped closer and took her hand. Her eyes met his and were full of relief. Her heart picked up pace, and a small smile came to her lips. Her reputation was safe and Garrald's warm hand was wrapped around hers. She had forgotten what it felt like to hold his hand. "What the hell, it's college." He said, before turning towards her, his back to the window. Bridget could hear excited shrieks and cheers outside, but they were silent compared to the beating of her heart, which was picking up pace the closer he got to her. He wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her closer to him. "What are you doing?" She whispered, knowing full well what he was doing, but not expecting it. Bridget was so conflicted with emotion. Not ten seconds earlier, this man had been hinting that he was going to kill her, and now he was about to kiss her. Bridget was afraid that there was a bigger, more sinister plan in mind, but as Garrald moved in for the kiss, she knew she could not deny him. She put her trust in Garrald, hoping that he would do nothing to hurt her while her defenses were down, and met his lips with her own. The kiss was electric. It seemed to spark back every feeling she had ever had for Garrald and amplify it by ten. She had missed this feeling. This connection she had with Garrald was one that went unmatched by every other man. There was a love for Garrald that ran deeper than any other love. She would never feel this for any other man. No love would go as deep as this. As much as Bridget tried to ignore it, or as much as she tried to believe that it wasn't true, she knew that no matter how many people Garrald killed, how awful he treated her, or how many times he tried to end her life, she knew that she would always feel this way for him in some little corner of herself. She thought of the picture, hidden deep within her desk, of she and Garrald, happy together. She should have thrown that picture away long ago. After she had broken up with him, and especially after he had tried to kill her the first time. But a part of her could never part with the picture. She would never be able to throw her feelings away, and in turn she would never be able to erase that memory or throw away that picture. No matter who Bridget dated or who she married in the future, she would always keep that picture to remind her that there was real love out there, and that anyone, even a serial killer, could feel it as well. To Bridget, that was something worth remembering. [style=width: 200px; height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #FFF; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; margin: 380px 0 0 5px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; padding: 3px;] WORD: 1,354 Outfit: CLICK Muse:I thought that this post... Note: ...Was going to be extremely short. o.o I was wrong. NOTE: Bridget's Speech Other Characters' Speech [/style] Lyrics: Too Darn Hot from Kiss Me Kate; Template by Paige @ CAUTION

[garrald steven vickers]

The dark headed man ignored her question, feeling that she knew precisely what he was doing and that the question was but a formality. In the moment their lips made contact with one another, all of the thoughts of killing Bridget seemed to slip from Zenith's mind and the man that was Zenith the cold-hearted serial killer slipped away and the man within buried deep within his own tormented mind came forward. Garrald felt happiness for the first time in years and literally lost himself in the kiss for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed and his other hand moving up to rest on her kneck as he drew her closer to him pulling her from behind where his other arm was positioned. She was so soft to the touch and he could feel the heat from her skin on his palm against her neck. He'd missed being so close to her and being able to kiss her and doing so brought back memories in his head as if he were sitting in his own personal theater watching a slideshow of his love life.

With his back turned to the door, ignoring the people outside, he reached up to her window and closed it before closing the blinds so that no one could see inside. Knowing his identity was safe from the drunken onlookers below and that he had managed to save his victim's reputation would normally be enough to make Zenith stop the kiss and go about what he came there to do. Despite his killer instinct, he couldn't resist the urge to deepen the kiss he and Bridget were sharing, pushing her back into the nearby wall, resting both hands on either side of her hips. He found himself becoming content with her company and even went to slide his hands upward beneath her shirt sliding up the smooth skin of her back before he snapped back into why he was there and his eyes shot open. He pulled back from the kiss abrubtly and looked at Bridget with an obviously conflicted look in his eyes: part of him desperately wanting to love her while the other wanted to tear her heart out fast enough for her to watch it stop beating.

He pulled his hands out of her shirt and took a step back, turning around away from her, closing his eyes tightly, trying to regain control of himself. The irony in his actions was how he usually was unable to control the Zenith portion of his mind and now he was fighting to keep in in control, the results of which could be dangerous but he had to do it. He loved Bridget and would never love anyone else like her, but he couldn't allow himself such a moment of weakness, no matter how much he wanted to be with her. "Dammit, Bridget...you...I can't think."

WORDS! 481
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Bridget
NOTES! Sucked Next one will be better
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[bridget rachel summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://www.imageafter.com/dbase/textures/light_fx/b14dieterkors016.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Its Too Darn Hot Its too darn hot. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight 'cause its too darn hot. According to the Kinsey report, every average man you know much prefers to play his favorite sport when the temperature is low. But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot, Mr Adam for his madam is not. 'Cause its too too too darn hot---------------------------------------------------------------- Bridget had tried to remember what kissing Garrald felt like many times in the past. After he attacked her and the anger towards him grew, her mind liked to imagine that kissing him had been like kissing a toilet seat: cold, hard and absolutely repulsive. The anger towards Garrald would take over her mind and control her thoughts, and whenever she thought about him and the fact that she had ever had a relationship with him, she would get absolutely disgusted. Imagining his kisses was an unpleasant thing during those times, and she tried her best to avoid it. After time had passed and she buried the memories of the attack deep inside her, she would think of Garrald and try to remember how kissing him really was. Not the false, disgusting thing that she had made up and convinced herself was true, but the real thing. Bridget would stare at that picture of she and Garrald for hours late at night, studying his lips, trying to remember their contour and the way they felt against her own, but nothing was realistic. That feeling had been washed out of her memory and had ceased to exist, the closest she could get to any sort of reality was kissing her hand... It was fleshy and warm, but there was no emotion behind it. In a kiss, emotion was the most important factor. If you didn't feel anything for someone, a kiss was just two pairs of lips touching one another. It was the way you felt when doing it that made all of the difference. In the end, that was what made a kiss good or bad. Sure, amount of tongue used played a role, as did the habits and condition of the pair of lips you were kissing. Nobody likes kissing a pair of dried up and chapped lips, after all. But in the end, if you cared about the person you were kissing, none of that mattered. If you loved the worst kisser in the world unconditionally, and he loved you, then you wouldn't leave him because of it. But if you really didn't like the best kisser in the world and they really didn't like you, then the kiss might be good, but you would still leave them anyway. Bridget knew from experience that all of this was true, and though she could feel things for him by looking at his picture, she couldn't recreate the feelings each of them felt in the midst of a kiss, and so she spent the days wondering, never believing that the opportunity would come for her to ever remember again. But when their lips met, everything, every thought, every feeling, every moment they had spent together came rushing back to her. Every fear melted away and every piece of anger she had ever felt for him evaporated. An electric spark seemed to run through her body, and she shut off manual controls and acted on instinct. She moved with Garrald to the wall and pulled him closer to her. She allowed him to put his hands under her shirt, her mind starting to wonder if the shirt was even necessary right now. Suddenly, as quickly as it begun, it ended. Garrald pulled away and Bridget's brows furrowed. She took a step towards him as he turned away, wondering why he had left. She had forgotten why he was here. "Dammit, Bridget...you...I can't think." He said, and Bridget remembered the reason he had come. She smirked, realizing that she had distracted him from his own goal, but the smirk softened when she remembered that she really hadn't even meant to. She exhaled silently, wishing that they could continue the kiss. Now that she remembered what kissing him felt like, she didn't want it to end. It didn't deserve to end. The feelings that she felt in that moment deserved to live on for a lifetime. Bridget's smirk began to come back to her face again when she realized that maybe Garrald didn't have the upper hand in this situation after all. A lightbulb went off in Bridget's brain as she bravely walked towards Garrald. "Maybe you don't have to think," She said, circling to the front of him so she could see his face again. "Maybe you should just do what your body is telling you to do," She made eye contact with him momentarily and her voice turned to a whisper. "Sometimes," She breathed, "your head is wrong but your heart is right," [style=width: 200px; height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #FFF; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; margin: 380px 0 0 5px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; padding: 3px;] WORD: 742 Outfit: CLICK Muse: a-MUSE-d Note: Ahhhh sorry for the crazy lateness D: NOTE: Bridget's Speech Other Characters' Speech [/style] Lyrics: Too Darn Hot from Kiss Me Kate; Template by Paige @ CAUTION

[garrald steven vickers]

The part of Garrald that had become Zenith wanted desperately to kill Bridget in that instance having been the reason for him momentary weakness. It was the coldest, most fearless and brutal part of his heart and mind which drove him to kill each of his victims. He saw them as prey and he the hunter that was constantly stalking and learning about them, anticipating their moves and thoughts before striking with the most deadly of force. On the other hand, Bridget brought out the other part of him which fought to control his urges to kill. It was the loving, more level-headed part of himself that he'd hidden deeply in his soul after beginning his killing spree but could never manage to kill the one person that he deeply, truly loved. No matter how hard he tried or how much planning he put into it as well as mental preparation, he knew he'd never be able to do to her what he did to everyone else. Two conflicting emotions in one man over one person could be a hazardous occurance and he would seek help for his condition, but was aware of how risky that was given that the FBI were searching for him.

He stood still where he was, reaching up and rubbing his temples while he tried to gain control over his instincts and not the good ones, either. For the first time since it had all began, he was making every effort to suppress his murderous nature and the thoughts that were flooding into his mind as to what to do to Bridget and how fun it would be to play around in her blood. He found himself imagining how warm and sticky it would feel in his hands and making her watch her own heart stop beating before he thrust it down her throat leaving her naked on her bed as a spectacle for all to behold. A cold sweat beaded up on his forehead at the thoughts which were slowly beginning to become images and everything in the room appeared as a weapon with a particular use. Garrald was a killer, whether he liked it or not, but having kissed Bridget for the first time in years, he realized how badly he didn't want to kill her. It was more than just a game of wills between them; it was his own game he was playing within himself literally battling to not harm the blonde any more than he already had.

When she stepped in front of him, he lowered his hands so that he could look on her and simply stared in her eyes silently. The dark-headed killer had no clue how to react at that point as it would be so easy to slip the knife from his belt and do what he'd intended years ago but also so easy to move in and kiss her warm, inviting lips once more and stay there for the rest of his days. "What an easy thing for you to say," he finally began, "my head isn't so simple...and my heart..." He stopped and turned around again, taking a few paces away from her after the smell from her was beginning to get to him again and make his desire for her grow.

Alas, he couldn't resist long and he turned back around, closing the distance between them. He placed his hands on each of her hips and pushed her back to the wall he'd previously been facing just barely missing the dresser, giving it a good shake with the impact of the wall but he didn't care. His lips found hers again with increased longing as he began to lose himself there against the soft, innocence which she tried so desperately to hide from the outside world.

WORDS! 632
STATUS! Complete
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Bridget
NOTES! It's okay <3 And this reply is better
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[bridget rachel summers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://www.imageafter.com/dbase/textures/light_fx/b14dieterkors016.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] Its Too Darn Hot Its too darn hot. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. I'd like to fool with my baby tonight. Break every rule with my baby tonight. But pillow, you'll be my baby tonight 'cause its too darn hot. According to the Kinsey report, every average man you know much prefers to play his favorite sport when the temperature is low. But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot, Mr Adam for his madam is not. 'Cause its too too too darn hot---------------------------------------------------------------- Bridget watched Garrald carefully. She ran her eyes over his dark brown hair, across his face, hesitating on his lips. The soft, warm lips that she longed to return to. Her eyes continued on past his lips and moved to his hands. Bridget had to be sure that she was maintaining control of this encounter. She needed to have the upper hand in this situation if she wanted to make it through the night. She knew that a part of Garrald wanted to kill her, and finish the job that he had started long ago, but Bridget was determined to keep that from happening. She knew that there were also pieces of Garrald that still cared for her. And she knew that those were the pieces that she had to use to control Garrald. Bridget knew she was foolish, but a part of her wondered if she would be able to change him from serial killer to normal man. A piece of her wondered that if she could take all of the pieces of Garrald that loved her and didn't want to kill and pieced them all together, if he would still be a killer. Could Bridget change him entirely? She didn't know. But an experiment like this couldn't be conducted in one night. If she truly wanted to figure out the answer, this was a long-term deal. An experiment like this was something that a scientist would have to devote their entire life to. Bridget looked into Garrald's big, brown eyes and wondered if she could devote her entire life to him. There was a small piece of her, the sensible piece who remembered that he was a killer who had killed all of her friends and had once tried to kill her that screamed out no. But the majority of Bridget remembered the good moments. The picture of she and Garrald flashed into her mind, and her whole heart knew that her answer was yes. Bridget could easily devote her entire life to Garrald. In fact, strange as it was, the untrustworthy serial killer was the only one that Bridget felt she could truly trust with her secret. He was the only one who knew. Finally, Garrald slowly lowered his hands. Bridget could now confirm that she was still in control. Bridget made eye contact with Garrald again and he returned her gaze and then spoke. "What an easy thing for you to say," Garrald began. "my head isn't so simple...and my heart..." Garrald turned and walked away a few steps. Bridget calmly continued to speak. "No one's head is simple. Everyone is conflicted somehow." She thought of herself, her own conflicts within. She had her immediate conflicts with Garrald, the ever-present conflict of her innocence vs. her reputation, and of course there were day to day conflicts like what to wear, who to side with in fights and dramas, whether to do your homework or go out and party, and whether she should go into the brainy field she was getting her college degree in or whether she should go into something that one didn't exactly need a degree like fashion or the arts. Bridget was full of conflicts inside, but she knew the words she were speaking were true, and maybe they were easy to say, but if you got your head out of the picture, they were easy to listen to as well. "But your heart is true. Your heart isn't conflicted. It knows what it wants," She continued, her heart picking up pace almost in agreement with what she was saying. She wondered momentarily if Garrald was even listening to her anymore. She opened her mouth to continue speaking when he turned around and pushed her back to the wall, his lips once again met hers. She was momentarily caught off guard, but she happily melted into the kiss and pulled him closer to her. She could feel his savage wildness channeled into passion as they got closer still. Bridget's arms wrapped around the man before her and she closed her eyes, letting herself forget anything and everything that was on her mind other than this moment. She forgot that Garrald was a serial killer, that her life was ever in danger, and she forgot for a moment that her life could still be in danger right now. All that she cared about in this moment was that she and Garrald were together, just as they should be. [style=width: 200px; height: 50px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #e0e0e0; color: #000000; line-height: 80%; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #FFF; opacity: 0.7; overflow: auto; margin: 380px 0 0 5px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dashed #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; padding: 3px;] WORD: 737 Outfit: CLICK Muse: a-MUSE-ing Note: Did you want me to rewrite the post for Patrick? NOTE: Bridget's Speech Other Characters' Speech [/style] Lyrics: Too Darn Hot from Kiss Me Kate; Template by Paige @ CAUTION