Up the VIP Section, Bill Mayan had sat in silence watching the two friend's gestures, movements, and all happenings, like a lion guarding his prey. From his position, he started to notice the discomfort that had aroused. He wanted to go and tell the brunette that he was the one. That he was the one who had taken her to bed that night and that he'd never been able to get her off his mind since then. He wanted to tell her that he would love to know her better but something within his gut was stopping him. Perhaps his pride, but he doubted. Maybe it was the fact that he wouldn't know exactly what it was that they would talk about when he reached her. Would she accept him?

Almost everyone in the village was quite suspicious of him. He was an enigma. But he knew he would get to her eventually and when he did, he would pin her against the wall because of her immature drinking habits. He would make sure she wanted him as much but he never really be there until she stopped all her creepy habits. He would punish her, do things to her that make her yearn and she, would have no option but submitting to him. Bill shrunk at the thoughts that had been running in his mind since Linda had set foot in the club and he from his judgement, from his guts, he knew she would be his.

But first, she would be his to groom. His to mold into what he thought she would be. She would be his and only his. He would swear she would get no escape out of it. He noticed the face the other girl 'Roselyn' made as though urging Linda to do something that neither of them liked. His jaw tensed. A group of girls came and stood by the couple, then Roselyn left with them. Linda noticed she was beginning to watch things in a blur and that her tongue was a slur. Looking around suspiciously, she moved out quickly, towards the road side by which she had left her car.

Twenty minutes later, Linda stood before two officers explaining herself in a slurred tongue. One of them was holding her hand trying to keep her straight. A black Mercedes pulled by the road side and a guy in blue jeans approached.

"I am sorry officers." His voice interrupted

"This, mine sweetheart here. I was supposed to drop her home but she surely is both very furious and drunk all the same. I'll take her home with me."

"But you're…" Linda started …

"Oh, Bill! Bill Mayan…" One of the officers said to the other officer in excitement that Bill started nodding.

"Yah sure, sure… I am he" He said offering him a handshake.

"I'll be on my way with the lady gentlemen. I guess I will be meeting you again soon." He said putting his arm around Linda's waist.

"I am not going with you…I don't…"

Linda was trying to resist when Bill placed his lips on hers and gave her deep passionate kiss. She stiffened in shock.

"Now if we'll go my lady," he added at Linda's sudden silence as he struggled to sit her into his car. He turned back, facing the two officers, who were still shocked at how gorgeous he looked from so close. The man was even hotter and apparently more committed than even the papers said he could be. And who was the mystery girl he just kissed?

"Gentlemen, I guess you'll help me take care of her car. Kindly" Bill added as he got into the driver's sit.

"Of course, Mr. Mayan. We'll do that" The two officers mumbled.

"I am surely grateful officers. Thank you very much."

Bill added and he adjusted the mirror, blocking the unwanted attention. He turned at looked at the girl who was sitting by his side in the passenger's sit. She'd passed out.

"The next time you sit here you will be sober. No other drunken shows with me." Bill mumbled angrily and with one more glance at Linda, he drove off.

She was having one of those terrible moments. Coming across her mother and being chased after by the man with a thick beard. Then the man held her hair and pulled her back. She kept screaming but her mom seemed not to hear her. She was moving away. Away from Linda, moving further away, towards the clouds. Then the man pulled Linda's hair so had she gave her loudest scream…

"Linda… Linda," Oh my God was that someone calling her? It was the voice of a man. A man. There was a man, he was holding her… She was sweating and struggling… The voice was telling her to come down. The dream was real. No, her mind was playing with her. It was all something that was not in existence. She screamed even more, horrified.

"Linda!! Ssshhhhh… Calm down baby. Calm down." The voice said again, from the back of her head. Only this time he was closer. The man who had been chasing her.

"No!!! I can't come down. I don't want you. Leave me!! Mom…" She was crying

"Mom, dad. Don't leave me here. Comeback" She was weeping, twisting on the bed. Bill looked at her face while he dried off the tears. A twinge of pain stabbing him in the chest through his throat. He pulled her close to his chest.

"Linda it is me… it is Bill. I found you with the police today. You were drunk. Ssshhhhh… Stop screaming!"

But she wouldn't, and then he covered her lips with his.

"Uh'?" Linda chuckled when she opened her eyes and found his face so close. She pulled back.

"It was just a dream. I am sorry." He mumbled. She stared at him suspiciously. Her memory filled with images and strangles from a mad man.

"You!" She said pointing her finger at him. Angrily.

"You again! Haunting me." She had a scowl on her face.

"Leave. Now." She uttered

"This is my home" Bill uttered. A note of anger in his voice.

"Wait, where am I? Where is this? Who are you?" She asked in him in horror only to drop her gaze when she noticed his hotness. He had got off the bed and he was standing close, terrified in front of her. His blue eyes fixed upon her with shock. Suddenly she felt a punch of pain in her chest and she knew she was gone. She was a mess and it was the end for her. She wept.

Bill paused and walked close to the bed again.

"I am sorry. You had a nightmare." He said. Placing his hand on top of Linda's. Linda stiffened. Panicking at the touch. She pulled her hand away like she'd been hit with a hot metal.

"I am sorry." She uttered. Staring at Bill shyly. "I think… I should probably go back to bed" She added. Her eyes fixed upon the clock on the wall.

Bill turned,

"2:00 O'clock. Indeed. Better that way. Sleeping." He mumbled

And when he faced her again, she had covered herself wholly with not a single trace of even her hair.

"Oh, impressive. Quite a show. Goodnight Linda" He mentioned and switched off the light.

He was stepping out of the room when he heard her voice reply.

"Goodnight, Perfect stranger"

Bill laughed, but he was baffled.