catosky

Your boyfriend was different, to say the least. Not necessarily in a bad way. He did all the right things: bought you flowers and candy. Held the door open for you. Pulled out your chair. Text or called every evening and the first to make contact each morning. Was patient with taking things slow. On paper, he seemed like the perfect gentleman.

But it was the way he did those things that were different, at least from what you've heard from others. Yes, he calls you each day. But he'll blow up your phone when you don't answer. While his gaze was always loving toward you, it would be strange or down right creepy when directed at others. He would look irritable when you spoke or made contact with other people. And while he was patient with the intimate part of your relationship, he would often describe his intentions and wants as if you were a delicious meal than a person. 

Such odd behavior couldn't help but bring a question to your mind. If he did all those things while content, what would he do when he was angry? What would he do if someone insulted you? What would he do if they harassed you? Hurt you. What could he possibly do? 

"What's on your mind, darling?" your boyfriend asked.

"Huh?" you replied. "Oh. It's nothing."

"Come now. Part of a healthy relationship is communication. No secrets. Tell me what you're thinking about."

"It's nothing! Really…"

"Y/N."

"It's more of a hypothetical question than anything."

"Y/N."

"I would never ask you to do this-"

Your boyfriend reached over to you, placing his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Tell me, love. What is it you want to ask me?"

Inhaling through your nose and out of your mouth, you blurted out your question. "Would you ever… kill someone for me?" You exploded rambles from your mouth before he had the chance to answer.

"I know that's messed up! It's just that, like. Say there was someone I hated. Really, really hated. Like, the thought of them still breathing just makes me wanna-"

"Who hurt you?" your boyfriend asked, alarmingly calm.

"Well, they didn't hurt me, not directly anyway. They hurt people I loved. A lot… I… I don't want to get into it. Look, that was really stupid of me to ask. I shouldn't have asked-"

"Yes." your boyfriend said.

"...what?" 

"I would kill that person. Without hesitation." he repeated as he inched closer to you. "You don't have to tell me what they did. It doesn't matter, anyway. All that matters is that they hurt you."

"But technically they didn't-"

"They hurt your loved ones. People you care about. Thus, they hurt you. So naturally I would kill them. I would kill anyone who had the audacity to hurt you. Anyone. All you have to do is tell me who they are." His hand went from slowly stroking your hair to caressing your cheek. Part if you knew you shouldn't feel so touched by his words. If anything, you should feel scared. Disgusted, even. And yet…

"I don't know if I can…"

"Why not?

"Because it's wrong!"

"So? Hurting your loved ones was wrong. Hurting you is wrong. Shouldn't they pay for it?"

"Yes…"

"Shouldn't they suffer the most dire of consequences?"

"...Yes."

"Doesn't the very idea of them being alive just make you sick?"

"Yes!"

"Then tell me who they are, so I can take care of them. Tell me who they are so there's one less disgusting person in the world. Let me do that for you, baby."

"...you'll get caught."

"I won't."

"But what if-"

Your boyfriend cut you off with a deep kiss. You could feel one of his hands pushing your head closer to his, and the other still caressing your cheek. He leans into you and you ease back, allowing him to lay on top of your body.

"Tell me their name, love."

You were still surprised at the news when you first heard. Family and friends blowing up your social media of the disappearance of the person you hated. The news was flooded with stories of a brutal killing, so horrible, the body was beyond recognition. 

You never asked how your boyfriend killed that person, and he never told you. He would often hum as he went about his business whenever the story repeated on the news. He would nuzzle closer as you checked torture social media and texts and phone calls with other. 

  You still can’t believe that you managed to sneak out of the house. Your boyfriend was a light sleeper and often woke up to see what you were doing. But thanks to your vigorous love session, he seemed to knocked out. A perfect chance to escape. You weren’t familiar with this side of town, and you didn’t have your phone with you. But you were determined to get home. Or at the very least, find someone to help you. 

Despite walking alone on a cold night in no particular direction, you felt at ease. You weren’t happy by any means, but you weren’t put off by your surroundings. It was quite peaceful, in a way. That was of course, until you realized you were no longer alone. You didn’t see anyone, or hear anything. But you still felt a presence behind you. 

Just someone else trying to get home, you assumed. You tried to ignore them. But you couldn’t help but notice that you were being followed. You turned left, it turned left. You walked faster, it walked faster. You started to run, it chased after you. 

In your frantic state, you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. You just had to get away from whatever was following you. You can figure out your location later, right now need to you run!

Just as you got enough distance away from the presence, you found that you were cornered. You reached the dead end of an alley. There was no escape. Your only option was to face what was behind you.

“Please!” you begged, “Don’t hurt me! I don’t have any money, or valuables! I’m just trying to get home!”

You still couldn’t see anything, but you figured the presence had taken pity on you. For it had finally made itself known. “Oh, sweet thing. I would never hurt you~”

Those words didn’t calm you in the slightest. For one thing, even though it said it wouldn’t hurt you, it didn’t mean it couldn’t hurt you. Not only that, but its voice was familiar. Too familiar. You knew that voice from anywhere.

Your boyfriend finally stepped from out of the shadows and into your light of view. He loved your eyes. Even when you looked at him with utter fear, they were still so beautiful.

“I take it you weren’t expecting me?” he quipped.

“You could say that…” you replied. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Part of you would’ve preferred a mugger or some punk just looking to cause trouble. Nearly anything would’ve been better than what stood before you. “Any particular reason you let me nearly piss myself from fear than just telling me it was you?”

He chuckled. “I’m sorry, darling. You just look so cute when you’re scared. It’s adorable.” He stepped closer to you and stretched out his hand. You immediately pressed you back to the wall behind you. You might not have escaped, but you still didn’t want him near you. To touch you. It was mostly out of fear. You didn’t know what he was going to do. Would he hurt you? Kill you? What would be your punishment for running away?

“You don’t have to be so apprehensive, love. I’m not going to hurt you. Unless of course, you want me to~”

“No!” you spat.

“Then take my hand, and let’s go home. We can put this whole little incident behind us.”

Your eyes darted back and forth between his eyes and his hand. You wanted to believe him, but you knew better. You knew what he was capable of. 

“Come on…” he urged.

You took a step forward. Then another. And another. Your shaky hand nearly touching his. You wanted to stop yourself, but your body had a will of its own. As much as your mind was screaming the opposite, your body blindly obeyed.

“That’s it. Just a little more.” he coaxed. After what felt like hours, you were finally within reaching distance of your boyfriend. You placed your hand in his.

“Good.” he cooed. He gripped onto your hand tightly and jerked back, forcing your body to crash against his. “Very good…” He then wrapped his other arm around your back, pressing you even tighter together. You began to hyperventilate as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m not angry at you, precious.”

“Y-you’re not?” you stammered.

“No. You’re just not used to this, yet. You’re not used to me. I can’t fault you for that.”

You didn’t agree with what he was saying, but you decided not to argue with him. Despite your stunt, he was in a pleasant mood. You didn’t want to jeopardize it by being confrontational.

“You just need more time.” he continued. “Lucky for us, we have all the time in the world.” He began stroking your hair. You couldn’t help but shiver. While he was saying and doing all the right things to calm you, you couldn’t ignore the dread you felt. 

“Of course, we’ll have to, correct this behavior of yours. Just so we don’t a repeat of this little incident.”

That made your blood run cold. You suppose you were a fool for being hopeful. You figured you wouldn’t be getting off easy. It could be worse, you guessed. But you still weren’t looking forward to going back.

Feeling your unease, your boyfriend gripped your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze. You could see his fangs as his lips parted into a grin. When he opened his mouth, you thought he was just going to keep monologuing about his victory. You wish he would. Instead he planted  his lips onto yours. You couldn’t help but squeak in shock and disgust. He simply saw it as an opportunity to slip his long, thick tongue into your mouth. You were left breathless when he was done.

“I love you, darling. So, so much." His words were so genuine you almost wanted to believe it. Almost. 

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