Her leg quivered. She hugged the covers of the bed tightly.

The phone rang again; the shrill sound making her tremble again. She decided to ignore it this time.

It may not be him, it may be someonelse, her mind told her.

She picked the phone and brought it a little distance away from her ears.

"Sweetheart, scared ag...ain huh?" the Speaker drawled. His voice was Husky, sexily husky...

"I'm not scared of you, whoever you are", she said with a slight tremor in her voice.

"You sure?" the man asked, chuckling softly.

"I'm not scared of you, you bastard! I'll find you, you idiot!" She screamed into the phone. The fear was replaced now with anger.
"That's a very good idea cos I'm gonna find you too and when I do, you'll be sorry for even being born"...

Click....

"Hey, don't slam the phone on me. Damn you!" she cursed.

She threw the phone at the wall and it came crashing to the floor with a sickening sound that made her grimace.


She had tried to recognise the voice but couldn't.

She was angry, angrier than she had ever been in her life.

* * * * * * *

"A letter for you Doctor", Sade said as she threw the big sized white envelope on Baya's table..

"Any other thing?"

"Just a few patients wating to see you".

"Thank you, send them in, in ten minutes", Baya said...

She sighed as she sat down. She didn't even ask Sade who the sender was...

"Goggyboots!"

She tore the envelope hurriedly. She held her breathe..

"Oh, God! not again!"

She pulled it out. Another black rose.

"Sade, Sade!"

Her secretary half ran in with a surprised expression on her face. Baya's voice had been filled with fear, she couldn't help noticing.

"Are you alright Ma?"

Baya nodded then pushed the rose towards her.

"A black rose? what does it mean?"

"I don't know either. Sade, In four days, I've receved four black roses. The first was dropped in my car, the second was dropped on my house steps and the third was slipped into my shopping basket. Now, I'm receiving this one in my office...." her voice trailed off..


"Do you think?" Sade gave her a knowing look.

"Yes, I think someone out there is trying to scare me.."

"And kill you when he's tired?"

"Oh, God! I don't know, I really don't know. Who gave you this letter?"

"A male patient. He was wearing a face-cap that was pulled down to cover his face.

"You couldn't see his face? Is there anything you remember about him?"

"Not really. Except that he was wearing black from head to toe and his cap had the pirates symbol. A skull and cross bones. It got my attention. But then, I was shuffling from one file to another. So, when he handed me the letter and said it was for you, I didn't ask him questions. I just looked at him and hurried away to get some files".

Baya sighed...

"What will you do Doctor Baya?" Sade said in a concerned tone.

"I'll just be careful".

"I think you should report this to the police".

"No, the police are not safe. They work for any one who pays them".

Sade sighed now.

"I'll wait whoever it is out.". But her words sounded hollow even to her.

To be continued...

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* * * * * * *

The rain soaked into her jet black hair that flowed down to her back.
She stopped and tied it into a pony tail.

"I should have a stayed in the Supermarket till the rain stopped", she said to herself.

But she knew she couldn't go back. She was already drenched. She needed to get her car and drive staight home.

The car park was only a distance away. In a little while, she would be safe in her cozy car.
Then she heard the thud of footsteps. She glanced back, nothing. She continued, it continued. Someone was trailing her.

"Who is there?" she called out.

There was no sound, only the wooshy whoosh of the night wind.

Baya continued walking; this time, faster.

She could hear the footsteps again, it was getting louder.

Baya began to run.... he was running after her.

"Help! somebody help me!" she shouted, running past her car to where a cluster of people gathered on the pavement of The Friends' Church.

"What's wrong?" a man that looked like a bouncer asked, barring her from running past him with his body.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to get in there. Someone is after me, someone wants to kill me", she explained.

Two average men in dark suits and a petite woman in an white jumper and black three-quarter skirt came close to where she stood.

"What happened to you?" the woman I asked.

"I just finished doing my grocery shopping and decided to brave the rain to the car park where I packed my car. That was when I noticed someone was following me. Anytime I turned, I'll see no one. Then I began to run, the person was running after me till I got here", she said breathlessly.

"You think you were being followed?"

"I didn't think it, I was. I was being followed for hell's sake!" she snapped.

The woman stood back.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be using swear words here".

"It's okay", the woman said...

The two men with her volunteered to escort her back to her car. They waited in the car park, watching till she finally drove off.

* * * * * * * *
The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Sweetheart..." the husky voice began.

"You?..."

"Yes me. You missed me?"

"Missed you? I'd rather miss the devil! You followed me yesterday night?"

"Did I? Or were you wishing I did?"

"You sick bastard! who are you and why can't you just leave me alone?

He chuckled...

His extra deep baritone voice made her body tingle with what felt like desire...

"Why don't you leave me alone?"

"I cant.. I can't till you're finally dead, dead in my arms"...

"You won't get away with it, you know?!"

"Who cares? We would be long dead by the time your friends discover that you are missing"...

"What have I done to you? I've done no evil to anyone, broken no heart", she said in tears.

He laughed...

"You silly brat! You've forgotten so soon how you shattered my heart? now there is no heart left to show you mercy"..

"To hell with you, you hear me? go to hell" she screamed and then, she replaced the receiver.

"Oh, God!" she buried her head in her pillow, letting the tears flow.

He wanted to make her paranoid. He was tormenting her like a cat does a mouse. No wonder he was yet to kill her...

"Even if I die, I won't die like a chicken. Never!"

* * * * * * * *

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He traced her bruised face with his fingers. One of her eyes was half closed from the stinging slap he had given her earlier. The right eye had retreated a bit into its socket.

Tears, he wanted to see her tears. But she just stared, defiantly at him.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it from the root. She groaned, her voice a muffled whisper that was barred by the tape on her mouth.

Then, his hands found its way from her neck, gently down to her pointed brea.sts.
He had stripped her nake.d before binding her hands and feet behind the electric chair that was plugged into the wall socket.

He wanted to feel her body, her blood. He wanted to be inside her, to be part of her.

"Baya".... he said softly.

The sound of her name roused desire in him.

"Oh, Baya"...

His victim shook her head, struggling against her chains.

"I own you and tonight, we would have something greater than sex. I will share your body, soul and spirit. I will be in you"...

Then he walked towards the wall socket and switched it on.

Her body convulsed as the currents flowed from her brain down to her feet.

He switched it off just as soon as he had put it on.

Her head rested against her chest like a rag doll's.
The man raised it up with a tug on her colombian hair.

"You can't die now, not yet".

She stared at him weakly, pain was the colour of her eyes.

He stroked her smooth flesh gently till his hand settled on her abdomen.
His fingers were sharp andlong, almost 3'inches. They had been newly filed. They looked more like claws than a human fingernails.

"Your soul and mine, forever", he said.

Then he dug his fingers into her skin, tearing away the cute belly button.

She gasped before slipping into unconsciousness.

Her blood felt warm on his skin, so warm.
He was inside her, he was part of her, now he would be one with her.

He kept pushing his fingers past layers and layers of her flesh till he was almost elbow deep into her body.
He could feel her heart now.

His victim was brain dead but her heart was still beating.
He held it in his hands.

"Your life and mine", he whispered into her ears....

"We are one, forever"...

He held the heart for a little while without taking his hands out of her body.
This was bliss, perfect bliss.

A

Michael stared in shock at the pictures before him.

"No, it can't be. It can't be Baya", he tried to convince himself.

He had just made a call with her five minutes ago.

He re-dialled her number..

"Hello..." her voice sounded tired.

"Baya are you okay?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, I am. Why do you ask? what's wrong?"

"A man called our police station at Lekki. He told us that he had just killed a woman and would need us to evacuate the body".. he paused.

"That's strange.. he didn't care about being found out?" she asked perplexed.

"Yes, he didn't"... Michael concurred..

He sounded like he wanted to tell her something but didn't know how.

"How does it relate to me Michael? Why did you sound like you were scared that something could have happened to me?"

"Nothing"....

"Nothing? stop shitting me and tell me the darn truth Michael!".

"The dead woman looks like you and she had a black rose in her hair"...

Baya gasped.

"Are you okay dear?"

"Oh, my God Michael! it could have been me, it was supposed to be me", she blurted out.

"Calm down girl, I don't understand what you're trying to say"..

"Someone is out there, bidding his time to kill me. I've gotten four black rose in a week and four frightening calls from a anonymous guy"...

"God Baya! why did you hide this from me all this while? don't you know that you're in great danger?"

"I was so confused MichaeL. I couldn't bring myself to trust the police because they are easily bribed. Besides, I don't know how powerful and influential this killer may be"...

"But you could have trusted me Baya! I'm you're friend and a damn smart detective for that matter?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Michael and yes, I do know you are good"... her voice trailed off.

There was an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. Michael broke the silence when he asked..

"Do you know what a Black rose mean?"

He hesitated.

"No, come on, tell me", she replied anxiously.

"It represents death, evil and revenge"...

Someone has a score to settle with you and the only way he can do that is to, kill you.

"Kill me?" she asked stupidly..

"Yes, kill you"...

"So what I'm I going to do now?"

"I'm coming to get you into safety. Pack all you'll need, real important stuffs and wait for me".

"I can't leave my house just like that. I have a lot of..."

"What? tell me, what? what is more important than your life Baya? 'If I were you, I'd begin the packing right away"..

Click...
The line went dead...

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The scent of rose petals filled her nostrils.

She opened her eyes and scanned the room with her eyes.

How did I get here? she wondered.

The bed covers were made in red satin, it felt so good, so sinful.

Her gaze slowly drifted down to her body.

She was nake.d in a room she had no faintest idea of entering.

Then she noticed the wetness in between her legs.

"Awake already", a sexy baritone voice broken into her confused thoughts.

She couldn't see his face. It was shrouded in mist. All she could see was his beautiful body. The well chiseled arms and abdomen that boasted of a sexy six packs. He was almost nake.d save for the dark shorts that outlined his male anatomy.


"Who are you?" she asked, shifting back as he came closer.


"We had a bet yesterday", he explained. He stood in front of her, blocking her view with his well-built body.

"What kind?"

"Sex".

She gasped.

He grinned at her shocked expression.

"You don't remember?"


"No. How the hell did it happen?" she asked, shifting a good distance away from him.


"We were at a bar. You sat alone with two Scotch in front of you. I offered to buy you a drink and you agreed. Then we got into talking and you were molesting me with your eyes. So, I told you to stop cos I could overwork a female's body. You dared me to. We had a dirty martini before getting this hotel room for some shagging", he explained.

"I don't believe you", she stated.


"Does your head hurt?"


"Yeah, why?"


"Cos that's because you had one to many drinks last night. That should be a proof".


She glared at him.


"Did I mention that you took me for a ride five times till you passed out from the effects of the drinks you had taken?"


"No!"

"Yes sweetheart. Yes".


"Get out!" she screamed, throwing a pillow at him.

"Okay, okay. Just don't do anything crazy. I'll wait in the reception", he said as he grabbed his shirt and trousers.

He came back when she was fully dressed.


"Leaving without me?" he teased.


"Get out of my way", she ordered.


"Make me".


His tone was serious now. He blocked the door with his body.


"Just one kiss and you'll be gone, I promise".


"I'll scream and tell everyone know that you're trying to molest me".


He laughed and then stroked her chin with a finger. She brushed it aside, more angry than scared.


"That's cheap blackmail. I can count six people in this hotel that saw the way you were acting yesterday. You were droolling over me in the receptionist presence".


Their eyes locked now.


"I was drunk", she defended.


"So was I sweetheart".


"I hate you!"

He smiled and moved closer to her till their bodies were almost touching.


"Just a kiss and you'll be gone... a kiss".

"Fine".

She dragged him to her and brought her lips close to his but he placed a finger over hers.

"Let me do the honours", he said as he brought his lips down on hers.


Her legs felt like jelly as he kissed her. She clunged to him for a while and then let go. But he pinned her to his chest with a strong arm.


"Do you like flowers?"


"Yes. But I'm not a freak of them", she said breathlessly.


"I am. You know what flowers I love?"


"No, tell me", she replied looking into his eyes.


"roses, black roses"...


Her gaze shifted to the bed. She hadn't noticed that the rose petals she had smelt were black. She saw them now, littered on the floor like a scene in a Harlequin romance novel.


"Why black roses?"


"Because they are a mirror of my inner self".


* * * * * *

She switched off the alarm. It was 8:00 already. Michael had allowed her sleep that much. But then, she had needed the rest.

She rubbed her temples...

Michael stepped into the room.


"Sleeping beauty. I was beginning to wonder if you'd need a handsome prince and a kiss to wake you up", he teased.


She smiled and patted a part of the bed for him to sit on.


"You look dead tired", he noted.


"I am. I had a dream"... she paused.


"What was it about?" Michael asked


"I think it's about the guy that is after me", she said gently.


"Did you see his face?"


"No, it was shrouded in mist. But I think I can remember something about him, I may know something about him".


"Tell me about your dream", he requested as he moved closer to her.


"I dreamt of the past. A past I wish I never had now".


"Tell me", he urged gently.


"I'm not sure you'll enjoy the details", she warned.


"Try me"...

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Michael looked through the peephole. The waiter was whistling a tune as he waited for the door to be opened.


"Room service", the waiter announced cheerfully.


On his tray was a bottle of champagne and two glasses.


"I didn't order the Champagne", Michael said surprised as the waiter settled the wine comfortably on a nearby stool.


"She did", the waiter replied.


"Who is 'she'?"


"The lady in here".


"Oh, thank you very much", Michael returned his smile.


"You're welcome Sir. Excuse me"..


Baya walked into the room as he shut the door.


"Who was that?" she asked.


"The waiter with a drink for us", he replied as he gave her a wink.


She smiled slyly at him as he uncorked the bottle.

"Pops!"

"I love the sound. To your safety", he said, rasing his glass as a toast to her.


"To our happiness", she added.


Then the phone rang.....

"Just a minute Baya", Michael said, dashing into the inner room.


* * * * * * * *

She felt dizzy. Her head and stomach ached. Pain, pain. That was only she could feel before the numbness slowly took over.
She crumbled to ground.


"Baya? Baya what happened?"


Michael held the almost lifeless body in his arms.


"Baya, look at me?" he ordered, holding up her face to him.


Her body felt cold, her breathing was fast. She held his shirt in a fierce grip as the pain racked ther body.
Michael was confused. She had been okay till.... tilll...


"Oh, my God! we've been poisoned!"


He searched his pocket and dialled Festus his partner who was keeping watching in his car downstairs.


"Baya's been poisoned. Get the car started, I'm carrying her".


He quickly got a paperbag and stuffed the drinks and the glasses inside. Then, he heaved Baya onto his shoulders and carried her downstairs.


The receptionist nodded at him when he told her that there was an emergency and that he had to get Baya to the hospital as soon as possible.


* * * * * *

"How is she?" Festus asked as he sat beside Michael on the comfy bamboo seat in the hospital reception.


"She is in the emergency unit now. They are working on her", Michal finished with a nod.


"How did it happen?



Michael swallowed back the lump that rose like bile in his throat.


He told Festus everything. Festus stared into space for a while before saying,


"If the Champagne was poisoned, why then did it not affect you?


Michael stared at him.


"Unless, one of the glasses had poison on it's rim and she was the one who picked that particular glass, mixed her drink innocently with it and then swallowed the poison together"...


"Well, if that is true, that means the killer wasn't specific about who he wanted to kill. Anyone of us that he killed was fine with him. I still don't get why?"


"It's obvious isn't it?"

Michael gazed blankly at him. Then, it hit him. The puzzle to the question in his brain.


"Because if I drink the poison, I would be dead and it would be easy for him to kill Baya. But if Baya drinks it and dies, it would be exactly what he wants".


Festus nodded.


"If he is so capable and knows where to find us, why doesn't he kill us both? Why play with us like pawns on a chess table?"


"It seems our killer loves to torment his victims' mind with fear. That's what we learnt about him from Baya", Festus answered.

"I'm not his victim and I don't fear him", Michael said through gritted teeth.


His hands were clenched into a fist.


"He has been watching us all the time. He knew where Baya and I were hiding. How else could he had know where I was hiding Baya?"


His gaze settled on Festus' and he shifetd his quickly. He was uneasy. Could Festus be the inside man? Does he know Baya's stalker. How else could anyone know wher to find them.

They had been hiding in an unpopular hotel. One that was visited by very few people. Only He, Festus and Baya were aware of everything.


"Why don't you go ahead and accuse me instead of staring at me stupidly?"


"What?" Michael said, jostled out of his thoughts.


"Well, you asked me how anyone could know where we were stashing Baya. Then you began to stare at me like I have suddenly become a monster or a stranger".


Michael smiled then thumped his shoulders.


"It's not you guy. I was just trying to solve this in my mind"...


Festus nodded then sighed.


But Michael knew he wouldn't trust anyone this time, he had to be careful...

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