Buzzkill(er)

The weather outside had turned sour in a matter of days. The crisp autumn had turned into a cold daze as the first snow had appeared overnight.
The weather did affect the temperature in the basement. Which made it significantly harder for me to keep up seeing Clementine, and keeping the temperature around us livable.

I was yet to tell her how long she has been here, or how long I planned on keeping her here. Even thought I hadn't told her anything I had an eery feeling that she already knew exactly how much time she had spent with me.
Or at least she had had some sort of knowledge a week ago.

After the whole trying to escape and ending up getting fucked by her kidnapper thing, she had been more clumsy it seemed. She seemed completely lightheaded and stupid, which was a thing that severely disturbed me.
The girl I had fallen for, the girl that fascinated me enough to risk my own life and well-being by kidnapping her, then proceeding to kill her roommate was not the same girl I had trapped in my basement at this very moment.

The girl who was currently laid on a stained mattress on the floor next to the chair she had spent the last month tied up, was a completely different person than what she was merely a month ago.

This change was something I tried to convince myself was a good thing, a necessary thing so that my plan could be properly executed.
My still non existing plan. All I knew about my plan was that I wanted proper love and respect from her.
She was already receiving my unconditional love, and respect. Who would I be to give her all that and not expect something in return.

I had spent the entire morning outside shoveling snow. I had thought about maybe taking some inside to Clementine to show her since she hadn't been outside in a while.
Maybe it could act as some sort of sign that I'd kept her with me for a while. Maybe she would think I had held her hostage for much longer than I actually had.

Maybe it would somehow act as proof that no one was looking for her, even though so many people did.
Her face was plastered all over town. It was her yearbook photo, which wasn't the best photo.
She looked absolutely miserable in it, her black hair tied up and secured with a white bow, her bangs hanging down in her face, almost into her eyes.
She looked as if someone wanted her to look like a child. A child with dark lipstick and a frown.
My mind went back to the snow. It was still falling lightly from the sky. I should take her outside, she would love this weather I was sure of it.
I suddenly remembered the she's kidnapped and that, yes, i could see her miserable school picture twice from just where I was standing.

The basement was located not that far away from some shops, the shops being that infamous sex shop, and a second hand store with a joining book cafe. A lot of the students from Olympia would go there and drink their pretentious coffee as they talked about how much they missed Kurt Cobain, and how incredibly tragic it was that Clementine was missing. They would make up stories about her, as if they had known her.
I knew that they hadn't, well, maybe they had attended a math class together at middle school. No one that talked that greatly of her actually knew her. Heck, even Emma had started making up shit about her.

The actual basement entrance was hidden in a small shed right behind the sex shop, which was located the closest to the gloomy woods that surrounded the small town.
It was almost ironic how close to the school we were.
How insanely ironic it was that the police around here would preach about how she must have been taken far away from the town, since they hadn't found a trace of her yet.
Well, maybe its not ironic, but I think its funny.

The police in this town were awfully corrupted, not that there was many police men here. It was a total of 5 officers spread throughout the town. Two of them were based at Olympus. They all did a shitty job, but if you were one of the "wealthy" people, they would do an even shittier job if that was what you wanted.
I swear to god I had once seen one of the punk kids in the park slid one of them 100$ and gotten away with what he was doing. And mind you, that kid was fucking pissing and throwing rocks at houses.

With a police "force", if I could even call them that, this shit it was no wonder Clementine hadn't been found yet.
What really puzzled me was the fact there had been no witnesses speaking up about anything. I knew this for a fact as I was checking the newspapers, and listening to the radio as soon as i got the chance. I had been checking the newspapers even since I kidnapped the damn girl.
I knew people had seen me with her days before her disappearance.

Her so called friends had seen us together, and countless people at that party, heck even those drunk jocks had seen me literally carrying her back to the basement after knocking her out and killing her damn roommate.
It truly did puzzle me how no one seemed to even care about helping her case.
I laugh a bit to myself as I realize what I'm thinking about. Real fucking perfect Andy, if you're so interested in helping them find her why not just turn yourself in and admit to it all?

I shook my head, pushing the thought away. I didn't actually want people to find her i think. I just wanted attention.

Attention was something I was receiving in abundance, but of course as every other kidnaper and killer ever, I wanted more of it.
As I had stated previous, her face was everywhere, and she and my murders were basically on front page on every newspaper in town. Even the radio channels that were mostly focused on music would talk about this case for hours, making up theories and having people call in to theorize alongside with them.
Sometimes I would find it overwhelming and scary, I would think I was becoming too famous and cocky; but that feeling didn't last that long most of the time.

I look around me, it was snowing more heavily now, and I realized my snow shuffling work had been wasteful.
There was a couple of students walking into the book cafe merely a couple of meters away from me. Something inside of me wanted to follow them, I wanted to hear if they had anything to say about Clementine.
I let the spade (A/N: I have no idea wtf that thing you shovel snow with is called in English, only in Norwegian, so i'm sorry for probably sounding so stupid) go, and followed them inside.
Of course I didn't just walk straight up to them and decided to tart stalking them, I have a damn system!

I stay a couple of steps behind them as I follow them up to the counter. Thats when I recognize Emma. How the hell I hadn't seen her before now, I did not know.
She was standing with her usual gang, a stoner guy and her girlfriend. I say usual gang but to be honest, her partner would usually change more than twice a week, also theres a girl with her that I have never seen before, presumably her roommate.

I take a step closer and tap her shoulder. She turn around with her eyebrows furrowed, she did not like talking to random people, and she probably expected a homophobic remark. Her expression softened when she saw it was me.

"Why hello, Andy Biersack! Haven't seen you in a while! What brings you here?" She smirks at me. I can tell she's ready to bash me for coming to this cafe as it is one of the places I have complained a lot about to her.

"oh you know, the usual." I say back, my voice automatically getting a friendlier tone. I was great at changing my voice depending on who I was talking to. And right now I was talking to people I wanted to like me.

"Looking for your next victim?" She joke. Her small group of friends laughed a bit with her. Everyone expect the "new" girl.

"Oh yeah totally, I always enjoy pretentious assholes who think they will save the world by praising Kurt Cobain." I push some hair away from my face and flash her a smug smile.

"Oh geez.. Anyways, you know Daniel. This is Ashley." She said the girls name proudly and gestured towards the tall skinny girl standing next to her, obviously the girlfriend. I smile and nod. "And this is Alaska, weird name I know, she knows too. So no need to bully her over it."
She gesture towards the new girl, a tiny blonde wearing a way too big sweater paired with a wool skirt.

"Hi.." She extend a shy hand towards me. I take it and shake it. A weird energy went through me as soon as she touched my hand, almost like a warm wind.
I look into her baby blue eyes.

Something about her gave me the same energy Clementine had given me when we first met. Something mesmerizing about her eyes, or the way her voice sounded.

She flashed me a small, but welcoming smile.

And thats when it hit me.

A new plan.

A new victim.

Notes

okay so! I was supposed to get this chapter out last night but I've been caught up reading an amazing fic called Andy if you haven't read it (which I doubt cos its one of the most popular stories on this site) then please please check it out! It is so well written and I can't stop freaking thinking about it!

Also thanks for the story suggestions, I've written them all down and I'll try to check em all out in between all the exam stress!

also! What do you think will happen next? I'd love some feedback on this story (i love reading comments ya'll)