You stood on the edge of the beach, the waves laping at your sandy feet, watching as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon. It had been exactly a week since your incident with the Al and you were still unsettled. Ever since then you'd felt like you were being watched 24/7; even in the shower. You had come to the beach to try to get your mind of these problems but it didn't work.
You sighed and pushed a stray (H/C) lock of hair behind your ear and turned to leave. Before you could take a step you were pushed on your back under the waves by an unseen force. You gasped, inhaling salt water, and tried to sit up but to no avail. There was something pushing on your shoulders, holding you under the water.
'This is it,' You thought. 'I'm done for. Drowned in the ocean by some bastard.' You let your body relax, ready to embrace death. As soon as you went limp, though, the pressure disappeared. You quickly sat up gasping, taking lung fulls of the sweet, sweet air. As you caught your breath you heard deep chuckling beside you and turned to see who your assailant was, wipiing the water off your face with your hands. You gasped and scuttled back a little when your (E/C) eyes opened to see familiar crimson ones. It was Al again.
"Hey, babe. Miss me?" He asked, smirking. Oh how you would have loved to slap that smirk off his face just then.
"Miss you?! How could I MISS YOU?!" you yelled. "First you try to sexualy assault me, now you try to drown me?! What the fuck, man?! What's your deal?!"
"I wouldn't have killed you, doll face," he scowled, rolling his eyes. "Just scare you to death. I see it worked."
You were silent for a moment, still processing everything that had just happened. "Creeper. You still haven't answered my question."
His smirk changed to a lustful grin and he crawled over to you, pinning you to the ground again (this time above sea level) before you could do anything. You knew by now that struggling was useless and simply glared at him instead.
"My deal is you," he whispered seductivly in your ear, biting your earlope, causing you to yelp. He began kissing and sucking on you, making his way down your neck. He eventualy came to the neckline of your (F/C) tee and was about to take your shirt off when you wimpered.
He paused and looked up at your horror stricken face, smirking. Dropping your shirt he seemed to change his mind and kissed you instead, licking your bottom lip to ask for entrance. When you refused him and didn't kiss back he pulled away, glaring. He studied your face for a minute pondering his choices and, seeming to come to a decision, nipped your neck instead, causing you to yelp. Taking advantage of your open mouth he thrust his tongue in and began exploring when you bit him.
He pulled away and glared at you again, fuming with anger. You felt the pressure lessen on your right shoulder as he reached to the side and grabbed what appeared to be a baseball bat with something sticking out of it. As he brought it up the moonlight shone on it and you gasped when you realized what it was. Yes, it was a baseball bat as you had thought, but it had nails sticking out of the top and was wrapped with a stained red cloth that dripped something sticky and metalic smelling onto your cheek. Blood.
Before you could do anything the weapon came down on your head and everything went black.