A Halloween fic.
Title based on the line from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
She kicked the car out of frustration and sighed, running her hands through her hair, of all the days, you decide to crap out on me now? She pulled her phone out of her pocket and held it up, searching for a signal.
“Great, that’s just great,” she pocketed the device before looking up and down the stretch of road she was on.
There was nothing but trees on either side, and she couldn’t see anything past the giant hill up ahead. She began walking up the road, the same way she was driving and pulled her jacket tighter against her chest, this is literally how every horror movie starts.
After a few minutes of walking, she saw a truck appear over the edge of the hill. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop… the truck slowed as it approached her, and the driver’s window rolled down, of course.
“Excuse me, Miss? Need a lift?”
Damn, he’s cute, and that accent… she gave the stranger a once over, No! Focus, girl, focus. On the one hand, he might actually want to help, but on the other, her eyes darted to the bed of the truck, wishing she was two inches taller, he could be a serial killer or something…
“Ma’am?” He leaned out the window a bit, eyebrows knitting together in concern.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at his voice, making her dip her head so he missed her blush.
She brought her gaze back to his face and smiled, “Sorry.”
He’s too cute to be a serial killer.
“Do you happen to know where the closest mechanic shop is?” she pointed back over her shoulder, “My car broke down.”
He followed her finger before turning back, “Looks like it’s your lucky day,” he started his truck and drove the few feet forward, stopping again beside her car.
“Hey!” She jogged after him, what the hell is he doing?
She watched as he jumped out of his truck, before striding over to her car, lifting the hood.
“What, uh, what are you doing?” She kept a small distance between them, just in case.
He shut the hood and smiled at her, “I’m the only mechanic in town,” he began hooking her car up to the back of his truck.
“Yep, I was just on my way out to get a few parts,” he went to the passenger side of his truck, wrenching the door open before looking to her, “How lucky is that?”
A little too lucky.
Wasn’t Ted Bundy attractive?
He chuckled, “There’s no need to worry, ma’am, I’m just trying to help,” she still didn’t move so he closed the passenger door, before walking around to the drivers’ side, “I can tow your car up to my shop, if you’d like. It’s only a few miles passed that hill. I can start working on it, if you’d rather walk. I’d just feel bad leaving you here, alone.”
“I just… it’s kind of hard to believe that the first person I meet is the one who I need, y’know? It’s a little too… coincidental.”
He laughed and hoped into his truck, “Well, that’s the thing about small towns,” he winked, “there’s only so many people.”
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, my God, that laugh… she turned her gaze to his eyes for the first time since meeting him, baby blues, damn it… she chewed her lip for a moment, looking back to the hill, how bad could he be?
“I suppose I’d be rude not to accept a ride,” her heart fluttered at the thousand watt smile he gave her.
She closed the distance before climbing into the truck with a huff, “Sorry,” she wiggled into place on her seat, “guess I’m just not used to people being so nice to strangers.”
He laughed again before starting the truck, “Maybe I can change your mind?”
She bit her lip and turned to look out the window, “Maybe.”
What’s the worst that could happen?
“Here we are.”
They turned onto a long, dirt road, heavy trees covering each side, hiding the path from the main road. She peered up as they stopped in front of run-down looking house, definitely how horror movies start.
She jumped out of the truck and looked around, “This is your shop?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he slid out of the truck before going to unhook her car, “Been in my family four generations.”
Wow, she wandered, taking in the barely-there scenery, there wasn’t too much that screamed mechanic, aside from a few cars on cinderblocks off to one side, “No offence, but it doesn’t really look like a shop.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled and wiped his hands on his pants, “I get that a lot.”
She brought one hand up to her temple, beginning to rub it as she felt the first stabs of a heat headache, I knew I should’ve worn a hat. He came around the side of his truck, grabbing two water bottles out of the back before tossing one at her, “My grandfather did used to have a real shop, but when he met my grandmother…”
She caught it easily, albeit surprised, how did he know…? She took a couple big gulps of it as she made her way over to the porch, taking a closer look, feeling the pain in her head start subsiding. Already? She looked at the bottle in her hands, studying it, looks like regular water…The blue paint on the railing was chipped and faded, the whole house seemed faded away by the years, it looks sad.
“My gran always talked about owning this house, said growing up she’d ride past it on her way to school and it was the most beautiful house she’d ever seen,” she heard him creak up the porch steps, “After things started getting serious between them, he sold the shop to buy this place.”
“It’s still beautiful…” she ran her free hand along one of the window sills, leaving a streak through the dirt, “like an old photograph.”
She felt his eyes on her back and took another swig of water, heart beating just a little bit faster as he got closer. Relax, girl, he’s just being… friendly.
“The years haven’t been kind to her. I’ve tried to repair as much as I can,” the hairs on her neck stood up as she felt his breath, “but being out here all by myself…”
A shiver ran through her at his voice being so close – she could practically feel the heat rolling off his body – she felt herself beginning to get wet.
Has it really been that long?
Her logical side was telling her something wasn’t right, that she should run in the other direction, but the rest of her, well…
She took a sip of water in an attempt to cool herself down. Calm the hell down. What do you think this is, a porno? He’s not gonna let you do him for payment. A mental image of him peeling his shirt off, kneeling over her flashed through her brain and she felt herself blush. Jesus, you don’t even know his name! Get it together.
Whoa, she felt herself sway on the spot as a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, what the hell?
Her knees buckled, and she felt his arms wrap around her waist, ooohhh… keeping her up. A small burst of electricity ran through her as they touched.
She shook her head, failing to get rid of her wanting, snap out of it, girl. Something’s not right.
“I…” Her brain suddenly foggy, she struggled to find the words, “W-what did you…?”
“Ssshhh, it’s alright,” goose bumps broke out over her skin as he placed a kiss to her neck.
Her instincts kicked in, telling her to run, but as soon as she tried to straighten herself and get out of his grasp, he pulled her tighter against his chest.
“I-I need to-”
Her brain short circuited at the baby, legs instantly loosing their ability to work, the fight leaving her body. He began sucking on her neck, making her gasp as he hit that spot. Mmm… her eyes fluttered shut as she tilted her head to one side, exposing more of her skin to him. His stubble tickled her flesh as he switched to nibbling her ear, causing another spark of electricity to shoot through her.
“You are so beautiful…”
“You must be tired after such a long drive.”
She whimpered as she felt her feet leave the ground, water bottle slipping from her hand. She rested her head against his chest, the gentle thump of his heart pulling her towards sleep.
“I’ve got a guest bed you can use,” his voice was thick with lust, sending another wave of pleasure through her body.
“You’re so warm,” she mildly registered that she was slurring her words as she started loosing the fight to stay conscious.
“You shouldn’t try to talk.”
She nuzzled her head against his chest, trying to get closer.
“Let’s go sleepyhead,” his voice was barely above a whisper, the kiss to her forehead giving her a sense of peace.
A crunch made her eyes open, “wha…?”
“Ssshhh, it’s okay, just a water bottle,” she watched as he kicked it, it rolled under the railing before falling off the porch.
The water…he… her head throbbed as her brain tried to connect the thought.
He carried her through the doorway just as her eyes slipped closed again.
She groaned as her eyes blinked open. What the hell…? She went to sit up but couldn’t. Looking to her left, she saw her hand was handcuffed to a bed. Her heart beat increased as she saw her legs were bound too. Okay, it’s okay… just breath. Don’t freak out, you don’t know what’s happening yet. She lifted her head the small amount she could and saw a man standing with his back to the bed, doing something she couldn’t quite see.
“Oh, good,” she heard the clank of metal before he turned around, smiling, “you’re awake.”
“Y-yeah,” she blinked in surprise at the hoarseness of her voice, “W-what did you do?”
He had the audacity to look shocked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She rattled the handcuffs against the bed post, glaring at him, “What did you do?”
He smirked as he made his way over to the left side of the bed, “You don’t remember?”
“No, I don’t fucking remember.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he stopped inches away from her hand, “where’s all this hostility coming from?”
Is he serious? “How about from the fact I woke up handcuffed to a fucking bed?”
The blue-eyed man sat on the edge of the bed, eyes sparkling as he wiped sweat off his head with an arm.
Sweaty? Why would he… oh my god, “D-did we…y’know…?”
He nodded with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair.
Oh my God, “I’m gonna be sick,” she swallowed thickly, and turned away from him.
His expression turned hurt, he cast his gaze to the floor, “You really don’t remember?”
This can’t be happening, there’s no way that I- she snapped her head back, “You drugged me!”
“Wha-?” He got up from the bed and made his way back over to the other side of the room.
She lifted her head, not trusting to take her eyes off him and saw him fill a needle before making his way back over.
“Whoa, hey, what is that? What are you doing? Get away from me!”
“Sh-sh-sh-sh, it’s alright,” he turned her head before pushing the needle into her neck, “it’s just something to help you calm down.”
She gasped as she felt the liquid rush into her, “So is this w-what you do? Pose as a mechanic to rape woman?”
“I didn’t rape you,” he pulled the needle from her neck, “well, not the first time.”
First time? She felt her brain start to get foggy again, fight it, “H-how long have I been here?”
He shrugged before walking away again, “three days? I don’t know, I wasn’t really tracking it.”
Oh, great… “I’ve been drugged for three days? T-that’s… awesome.”
He scoffed before coming back into view, this time holding a lit candle, “I didn’t drug you,” he placed it on the bedside table before brushing some hair away from her face, “but I am going to set you free.”
“Set me free?” she shook her head, trying to shake the fog out, “W-what are you talking about?”
He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, “That way you won’t have to worry.”
Her eyelids began growing heavy, “Worry? W-what are you…? I d-don’t…”
She rattled the handcuffs weakly in frustration, C’mon, focus!
He let out a heavy sigh, “I know it’s hard to accept, but no one can be good at everything.”
He pounded a fist down on the bed and got up, “Why can’t you see? You won’t have to suffer anymore!”
“No more disappointing the opposite sex, no more worrying about if you’re doing a good job, it’ll all be over,” he pulled a knife out of one of the bedside tables’ drawers.
Oh my God…
His expression softened as he gave her body a once over, “You are one of the prettier ones…”
“I-if I’m…” black spots danced on the edges of her vision, “w-why…?”
He smirked before straddling her hips, leaning down so he was right beside her ear, knife poised against her chest, “I had to make sure I was right.”