A Tale as Old as Time

A pair of brown eyes looked into the rearview mirror. They were wide, and frantically roaming from side to side. They belonged to a male, a male we shall call Zane. Zane looked at the clock in his dashboard before looking at the house a couple blocks ahead of him. "Now. Do it now. " Zane shook his head at the words spoken, it wasn't time. Too many unknown variables. Too many possible witnesses. He had to wait for the right moment. A door slamming shut then caught his attention, pulling him out of his thoughts. Marcie Holloway. The object of his desire. They had met some time ago back in high school. She was the popular girl in school. Every guy wanted to be with her, and every girl wanted to be her. One day Zane finally worked up the courage to speak to her, it was in chemistry when he made his approach. But her then boyfriend didn't want Zane anywhere near her. He called Zane numerous names, and bullied him in various ways. Instead of scolding her boyfriend, Marcie simply laughed each time. Shattering the perfect vision Zane had of her. But that was then. This is now. Marcie's grown up, Zane's matured. So now they get a second chance. At least in his mind they do.

It was still dark out as it was four in the morning. Like clockwork, Marcie left her home and drove to the park for her morning jog. And Zane followed suit, making sure to keep a certain distance as to not be discovered by her. The park has a trail that most people follow, but today Marcie decided to go off course. She stopped at a bench to tie her shoe. There was no one else around. Now was Zane's chance. He wasn't going to fail this time or get embarrassed. He was going to succeed.

Walking up behind her, Zane removed a chloroform soaked towel from his pocket before wrapping a arm around her torso, and covering her nose and mouth with the towel.

Zane rocked back and forth as he watched Marcie sleep. She looked so peaceful. His head tilted to the side some as he took in her features. Her brown hair was scattered around her face, as if it was framing a picture. He took note of how her nose would twitch ever so often as she breathed deeply amidst sleep. Reaching out, Zane went to run his thumb over her cheekbone but barely touched it before withdrawing his hand. "She'll be hungry once she wakes. " A voice was heard saying, causing Zane to nod in response before slowly rising to his feet and taking one last look at her before exiting the heavily locked room.

@ Darken_Rose

The last thing Marcie remembered had been tying her shoe in the park when someone had come up behind her and grabbed her. She'd remembered struggling for a moment before everything had gone black. When she finally woke up, shortly after Zane had left the room, she looked around the unfamiliar room tiredly, rubbing at her eyes as she slowly sat up with a groan, feeling awfully sore.

She frowned as the memory of the park came back to her, wondering who could have possibly taken her. She looked down at herself to make sure she wasn't hurt, glad to see that her leggings and t-shirt were still intact, although one of her shoes was missing. She sighed anxiously as she ran a hand through her hair, chewing on her lip as she tried to think of how to get out of this situation. She was attending a prestigious college to get her PhD, she had a modest two bedroom apartment which she shared with her cat, Beans, and her goldfish, Eloise. She hadn't dated anyone since that jerk of a boyfriend in high school, who was mean to everyone, including her. She didn't understand how or why this could have happened to her.