Ghostly... Love?

A continuation of First Time

A rasping sound escaped her lips, as if she hadn't taken a breath in a long, long time. Her eyes were wide, and confused. Hadn't she died? She was sure he killed her.

She rubbed her eyes, and then saw it. Her hands.

Slightly transparent.

"Ah," she muttered with a sad sigh. "I really AM dead."

She turned, and saw her corpse on the metal table, seeing the now-dark blood dried from the two large holes on her chest. 'Ugh, did he have to slice my boobs off?' she thought, looking down at her chest.

Her boobs were definitely smaller, but at least they weren't holes. And for some odd reason, she was in the clothes she'd been wearing earlier on.

She then heard the sound of a man above her.

"Jack Yates," she muttered darkly. The bastard who had murdered her for his own sick, twisted pleasure. She was going to DESTROY him!

She bellowed up the stairs, and ran through the door. Then, taking a sharp left, she charged towards Yates.

But then stopped, when she saw what he was doing.

He was looking at a picture. A picture of a young girl and boy, and he almost looked... sad.

"Why, Emilia?" he said darkly. "Why do you hate me? Is this why you make me do this? For repentance? I didn't kill you!" He threw the picture away. "I didn't want to kill you. Or Victoria." He fell to his knees, tears dripping from his eyes.

Victoria huffed in annoyance. He'd just killed her, and now he was crying over a different girl who was long dead?! The bastard!

Victoria knew she could put her hand through Yates right now and take his soul from his body. But she couldn't. She didn't know why. All she wanted at that point was to kill him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. There was... something that had stopped her. Whether it was a other-worldly force, or her own will that stopped her, she was unsure. But she couldn't kill him.

Yet.

She sighed, and walked in front of Yates, crouching down in front of him. And then she shocked herself by putting a hand on his shoulder.

Jack shivered. It was as if suddenly something cold had been poured over his left shoulder. He looked ahead of him, staring at the wall with dark, cold eyes. What he didn't know was that he was looking directly into Victoria's eyes.

'My god,' she thought sadly. 'Such handsome, yet dead eyes. What had happened in your past, Jack?'

She was determined to find out the truth of his past, and what drove him to murder her. Maybe that's why she was here, still on earth: to find his truth.
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Three months had passed since she died. Her file was sorted into the missing people database, and she was forgotten. But she didn't disappear. She never left Yates behind.

She stayed with him, even when Yates killed other women, each as gruesome as the last. But sometimes, she found herself even helping him in some cases. Sometimes, she'd make something obvious for him to choose. What clothes to wear, how he should be acting... what to use to kill the girls in some cases. But that was only when the girl he'd pick was a REAL bitch. Even though he'd killed her, Victoria still found herself attached to Yates. The more she found out about his troubled past, the more she wanted to be with him.

When Yates was ten years old, he and his best friend at the time, Emilia Rivers, went up a lane that led into a mountain road. However, at one point, Yates accidentally tripped, and went flying into the back of Emilia. The hit had sent the young girl off the edge of the road, off the sheer cliff face... and died instantly on impact. After that horrifying scene, Yates became a hermit, not wanting to open up to anyone. He left school at 16, and took up an apprenticeship, where he then worked as an engineer for two years. After that, he began work inside a factory of bio-genetic engineering, which is the result of the 20 year old Yates being so damn clever. It hadn't been long apparently after getting the job that Yates met Victoria and then...

Victoria sighed as she recalled the horrible murder. She still had nightmares of Yates cutting her breasts. But there's been worse murders still. Acid bath, eye-gouging, bone-breaking... Ugh...

She looked up as she noticed Yates walk through the door, looking annoyed. "What's wrong?" she asked, but then remembered that Yates couldn't see her.

For a few moments, Yates looked directly at her. "Hello?" he said, a little scared. "Anyone there?"

"Did he hear me?" she asked herself.

Yates backed up, frightened. "Please! If you're there, tell me!"

Victoria was confused. This young man, giggling as he tortured women, was scared of a voice? "Jack, I'm right here!" she said out loud, beckoning Yates towards her.

Yates looked towards where Victoria was sitting in the chair. "Is... Is someone there?" he asked the chair.

"I'm right here!" Victoria yelled, her irritation getting the better of her. She stood up, with white wisps swirling around her body.

And then he saw her.

"GAAAAHHHHH!"

Yates ran straight out of the room when he saw Victoria materialise in front of him, and slammed the door behind him. He was scared.

'Was that Victoria?' he thought. 'No, it...' He turned back, and peeked through the door. 'No, she's there. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.'

Victoria laughed. A murderer like him is scared of a ghost?

It took him a while, but Yates crept back from behind the doors. "Vi... Victoria?!" he said, in disbelief.

"Hello murderer," she snarled at him. "How've you been? Up to any more shenanigans? Any more kills?"

Yates looked uncomfortable. "I'm not saying sorry."

Victoria grinned smugly. "Oh shut up. I know you weren't fucking sorry. But honestly," she added, walking closer to Yates, "it doesn't matter to me anymore." She put a ghostly hand on his shoulder, before she hugged him. "I know the reason. And I know you hate it." She kissed Yates on the cheek. "Just shut up. We'll get through it. Together."

O.o
Wait, by killing women? Uhhh.... Ok, even I'm freaked out by this girl.
drops pen No, not doing it anymore.
distantly No, forget it!
slams door

silence .... "Uh, what just happened?" Victoria asked, looking confused.

"I... have NO idea," Yates answered, just as confused.

"Wanna carry on?"

"Is he gonna keep writing it?"

"I dunno. Maybe if we figure it out, he might."

"Doubt it though..."