Apprentice

by superv1xen

Summary:

A journalist in training meets Jed Olsen for an internship at her college. The man captivates her, with his charming personality and looks. Simultaneously to her getting closer to the mysterious journalist, she keeps receiving strange calls. Eventually strange calls turn into strange experiences. A masked man breaks into her home but he doesn't kill her--instead he spares her. He begins to show up more and more, and as she gets to know him, she begins to realize maybe he isn't so bad....

Chapter 1: Meeting

You rolled over at the sound of the blaring alarm, slapping the “snooze” button a little rougher than necessary. Today is your first day of college and you wanted to make a good impression on your professors. 

You were starting your degree in journalism, specifically criminal journalism. You had always been interested in crime but were too chickenshit to be a first responder, so the second best thing was writing about it.

You climbed out of bed, your oversized shirt sticking to you from sweating all night. You pouted at the feeling of the musty shirt and quickly grabbed the hem, pulling it over your head. You tossed it on the floor somewhere before heading to the bathroom.

You smiled at the fact you finally had your own bathroom, you felt sorry for the suckers staying on campus in dorms. 

You didn’t want to bunk with a weird roommate or deal with the obnoxious partying so you decided to stay off campus. You rented an apartment close by and paid much less than all those dorm fees. 

You turned on the shower and stepped into the warm embrace. You washed your hair quickly, deciding to take more time using the new sugar scrub you bought. 

After the shower you felt instantly refreshed and more alive. You walk back into your room to dry your hair and quickly get dressed. You put on a long sleeve baseball tee and some black cargo pants. You laced up your black combat boots and did simple makeup. You stepped away and smiled at your reflection, you looked good.

You grabbed your messenger bag and your coat, quickly putting both on before leaving the apartment. You hopped in your old sedan and fired up the engine, turning on the hot air instantly.

Once you finally arrived you tried your best to find your classes, noticing all the new people around you. Your first class of the day is math, you hate math but it’s required. You smiled at your professor as she greeted everyone entering the class. As soon as everyone took their seat she began the lesson.

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After math class you decided to take a short stroll through town to pick up a coffee and a sandwich. You even take a stroll by your new workplace, stopping in to say hi to your coworkers. You were really starting to adapt to your new life here.

On your way back to campus you passed a stack of newspapers, stopping to read the one on the very top. “Ghost face killer has slaughtered again” and with that there was a picture of the masked man, seemingly stepping on a blurred out corpse while waving into the camera.

You’d heard about the Ghostface, obviously. You're a crime journalist in progress aren’t you. But you haven’t seen this picture before, it was so playful yet horrifying. Doing such an innocent act as waving while standing on a dead body. It was almost funny in a fucked up way.

You grabbed one of the newspapers, noticing the name on it. Jed Olsen. You stuffed the newspaper in your bag and hiked back to campus.

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It was now nearing the end of the day and you were headed to your favorite part of all– your journalism course. You entered the class among the rest of the students and took your seat, immediately noticing the presence of two rather important looking men. One in particular caught your attention.

He had nape length, jet black hair slicked back messily. His skin contrasted his hair and eyes drastically, being nearly ghostly. You noticed the deep bags under his dark eyes and how strands of dark hair fell around them. He might’ve been the most drop dead gorgeous man you’d ever seen.

You were pulled out of your daydream at the loud voice of your professor.

“Attention, students. These gentlemen are from the Roseville Gazette, they’re here to talk about what they offer as an internship and what to expert this year in the journalism course.” 

You had known of the Roseville Gazette since they were covering all of the Ghostface murders. You shuddered at the thought of the image from earlier. You pushed the thoughts away and paid attention.

“At  the Roseville Gazette we will be taking up nearly your entire class time. All work done during your internship will count as credit for the class.” The older man of the two announced.

You perked up at that, as you always wanted a chance to work in the field. You thought it would be a better learning experience than just sitting in a classroom.

“Now we will be taking applications but only a few can get in. We require steady grades, an ambitious attitude, and that the intern follows the supervisor's instructions.” His loud voice boomed.

“Now Mr. Olsen here will explain what the internship itself will be like.” He gestured to the dark haired man.

The man looked up from where he had been zoning out and looked around the class, a nervous smile landed on his features.

“Hello everyone, I’m Jed Olsen of the Roseville Gazette. As I’m sure you all know, I am covering the Ghostface Murders.” He explained. 

So this is the Jed Olsen, you thought. You couldn’t help but enjoy the sound of his voice, so smooth yet a little gritty.

“I will be working with one of you this year,” His eyes finally landed on you and it felt like a bomb went off. He paused for a moment, looking at you– studying you– before continuing.

“You will accompany me on interviews and crime scene work, possibly taking notes and photographs.” His eyes met yours every once and a while.

“Eventually–when you’re ready– we will let you write an article. If I like it, it will make it into the media and you could possibly be offered a full time job.” 

Your jaw nearly hit the floor, everything you ever hoped and dreamed depended on one article and whether or not he liked it. 

“I will only be working with one apprentice this year, so I need to see an example of your best work.” The air thickened, as if a competition had just started.

“So make sure to put in the effort, I don’t want half-assed reports. You all clearly have a passion, so use that and make an impressive article.” His eyes were dark and cold, but he chuckled afterward.His words made you shiver, so stern yet playful. 

As Jed finished up his spiel your actual teacher began explaining a little more about the class. You tried to pay attention but everytime your eyes drifted over to Jed he was looking back at you. It made your skin break out in goosebumps and your face felt hot.

“Alright, that's all we have for today. Applications for the internship at the Roseville Gazette will be at the front, pick one up on the way out if you’re interested.” Your teacher finished.

You realized you barely paid attention during the class, practically missing everything. You grabbed your bag off the ground and slung it around your body. You filed down to the front desk with the rest of your classmates. As you approached the front desk, Jed watched you.

“You thinking about applying?” Jed asked, catching you off guard.

“Uh, yeah. I was considering it.” You lied, knowing damn well you wanted this more than anything.

“Well I hope to see you at the Gazette soon.” He said, never breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, sure.” You muttered out nervously as you grabbed an application.

You turned to walk away, mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward. You opened the door to leave, as you walked out you gave a brief wave to the three men– mainly to Jed. You sighed as you exited the building, feeling the cold air through your coat.

First day of college was an official success , you thought with a smile. You figured you would go home and try to relax while filling out your application.

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Once you entered your apartment you locked the door and threw your coat to the side, dropping your bag on the ground by the door. 

You pulled the application out of your pocket and set it on your small dining table. You trudged over to the fridge, feeling the ache of your body become more apparent.

You grabbed a bottle from a wine cooler you bought a week prior and popped the top off with a bottle opener. You took a sip while you grabbed the remote and turned on the TV for some background noise. A horror movie, you recognized as Halloween, was on. 

You watched as Laurie Strode walked down the sidewalk, unbeknownst to the man watching her. You wondered how she didn’t realize she was being stalked sooner.

You sat at the dining room table, clicking and unclicking your pen while reading over the application. You started filling it out slowly, the  basic info was easy: name, age, cell number etc. But it went into detail of career paths and why you wanted to do this. You were stuck, Why do I want to do this?  

Your concentration was broken by a thud against your window, causing you to jump. You stared at the window for a couple seconds, waiting for anything else to happen. Nothing. You stood up and walked over to the window, not able to see anything. You sighed and made sure the window was locked before drawing the curtains.

"Fuckin' tree branches." You muttered, as there were many trees surrounding your apartment building and it was starting to get windy.

You still felt slighly off about it for some reason, like you were being watched or something. You knew you were being paranoid but you could never be too careful. You chalked it up to the fact that you were stressed and you watch too many horror movies.

You make your way back to the dining table and get back to work on the application. You thought back to Jed, it's almost as if you couldn't stop thinking about him. The thought of him comforted you from the wierd thud. You smiled at the possibility of learning from him, maybe even working alongside him one day. 

Maybe you really will have the time of your life in college?

Notes:

Hello! Sorry the chapter is kinda short, I just don't like putting too much in the first chapter. I already have chapter two mostly finished just need to read through and change some stuff. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 2: Suspiria

You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring in the other room. Groaning angrily, you sit up looking around. You must’ve dozed off in the living room after working on your application.

You felt the alcohol from last night sitting heavily on your tongue, as you had quite a few. You chided yourself for drinking the night before school, especially when you have work in the afternoon.

You trudged over to your bedroom and turned off your noisy alarm. Rubbing your eye, you turned toward your closet, picking a comfortable outfit. You put on your band hoodie and some cargos. 

You figured if you would see Jed again you wanted to look semi-nice. So you brushed your hair till it looked nice and did some simple makeup. You figured you looked good enough and put on your boots. You ate some toast quickly and made your way out of the apartment.

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At school the day was going by fairly slowly, lots of work and assignments as you expected. You were honestly just waiting to get to your journalism class, as it was the only thing you really cared about. 

Once that time came, you were honestly hoping to see Jed more than anything. As you entered the class you saw him standing at the front of class, taking applications. You took a deep breath and walked over to him. 

“Good morning.” You said, whilst holding your application out for him to take.

“Good morning to you.” He gladly took the paper from you, studying it for a moment.

“Y/N…I like that. It suits you.” He gestured to your application.

“Thanks.” You say with a smile before turning to walk up to your seat.

You felt like you were on a type of high when you talked to Jed. Your stomach felt light and you seemed to notice everything about him. The way his eyes flicker around, his long eyelashes, the scar just above his left eyebrow. He was so intoxicating.

“Good morning class, open your laptops and get out your notebooks.” Your teacher, Mr. Carlton said. 

Your first assignment of the semester was to put together a portfolio of the best material you’ve written. Seems easy, but still you worry it’s not going to be good enough. You’ve never really had to present your work to professionals before.

“Based on your portfolio’s we will determine who will earn an internship at the Roseville Gazette.” Mr. Carlton announced.

That just puts even more pressure on you, knowing that Jed would most likely be judging your work. You sighed and got to work, looking through past articles you’ve written for school newspapers, events, etc.

You used to write about the crime in your old town’s area, mainly for the concerned mothers to read, but you still think it’s pretty good work. You decided to pick the articles about a car stealer, a missing girl–who was later found to have run away with her boyfriend, and a mysterious death that took place.

The body found was never identified as it was too decomposed. The crime scene was heavily guarded by cops, but you still managed to sneak some pictures of it.

You got a picture of some bloody torn clothing nearby, a bloody shoe, and a picture of the corpse being carried away. In the last photo you can just barely see that bony disfigurement of the corpse. 

You always prided yourself on that photo, being one of the best you’ve ever taken. You knew it was wrong to pry into people’s business like that but it was the best opportunity you’ve gotten. 

You even conducted some interviews and mentioned rumors of it being a murder. You were pretty damn professional even for a highschooler. Safe to say you kept your entire small town updated.

You threw some other photographs you took into your portfolio, to show you did have skill in photography. You were pretty happy with the way this was coming along, you knew it wasn’t really expert level but it showed your potential and ambition.

You hoped Jed would recognize those traits. You looked up at him for a brief moment and caught him looking through applications. It seemed he had made two piles of applications. You guessed one meant “No” and the other “Maybe”. You wished you could read his mind so you would stop worrying.

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The class was over and everyone began filing out, you handed in your portfolio along with the rest of your classmates. Now it was time to work for a couple hours and head home at nine o’clock.

 You had scored a job at a local pop culture store, selling mostly movies and series collectibles. Your shift was a little later than you would’ve liked but money is money. Plus your new coworkers are super cool.

“Dude if I have to clean up after one more dirty anime nerd, I’m gonna lose it.” Your coworker, Elsie, groaned.

“Hate on them all you want but they keep us in business.” Your other coworker, Julian, retorted playfully.

You let out a laugh, “Yeah, by keeping us in business you mean buying hundreds of dollars worth of porn.” Elsie made a disgusted face and that caused all of you to let out a laugh.

“So gross.” She muttered and rubbed her arm.

“Hey Y/N, aren’t you into all that horror movie stuff?” Julian asked when you had all calmed down.

“Yeah, why?” You ask, watching Julian pull a sleepaway camp poster out from behind his counter. 

“No way!” You say, looking at it in amazement.

“I thought you might like it.” He said handing it to you, which you gladly accepted.

“Hey don’t take all the credit!” Elsie called. “I helped pick it out, too!”

Julian rolled his eyes at the ginger girl. “Anyways, we picked it out because you’re the coolest coworker we’ve had in a while.”

You pretended to wipe tears out of your eyes, “You think I’m cool?”

Julian punched your arm, “Shut up, asshole.” To which you both laughed.

You heard the front door open with a ding of the bell, everyone’s attention was directed to the door. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at who walked in. Jed Olsen in all his glory just entered your workplace.

Julian noticed your staring and slung his arm around your shoulder.

“Total hottie, right?” He said playfully. “He comes in every week, buying different horror movies.”

“Uh, yeah.” You muttered, not really listening.

You tracked him with your eyes as he walked back to the horror section. He stays back there for only a few minutes before heading up to the front. He notices you immediately and heads to your counter.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Jed says, setting Suspiria on the counter.

“Right back at you.” You say while scanning the price tag. 

“I didn’t know you worked here.” He said with his smile you’re growing to love everyday.

“Bills don’t pay themselves.” You joked, he let out a small chuckle.

You felt your cheeks getting warm from the sound of his laugh. You scanned him for a second, noticing his casual attire. An older leather jacket, black jeans, and black boots. His hair is still slicked back in that familiar way.

“This'll be $19.50.” You say finally, hoping he didn’t notice you checking him out.. You watch as he pulls his chain wallet out from his back pocket.

“Good choice by the way.” You say, holding up the dvd.

“Oh, yeah.” He smiles while setting a twenty dollar bill on the counter. “It’s a wild one.”

You bag his dvd and then go to give him the change before he interrupts you.

“Don’t worry about it, keep the change.” He says, with his dark eyes piercing into yours.

“Thanks.” You force out, feeling the fluttering of your stomach. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” He says while turning away. “See you soon.” And with that he walks out of the store.

Your brain feels like it’s short circuited, was he implying that you would be working with him?

You turn to look at Julian, seeing his mouth was wide open and his brow was up in confusion. You laugh at his expression and he starts slowly laughing along with you.

“Now you definitely have to explain how you know him.” He says, waiting for an answer.

“Okay, okay.” You say, holding up your hands in defense. “He works at the Roseville Gazette, and they're taking an apprentice for my college journalism class.” You explain.

“And he just so happens to be the one that's taking on an apprentice.” You say nonchalantly.

“Ooh. Apprentice and Teacher, that’s hot.” Julian purrs. 

You let out a choked sound, “Stop! I just met him the other day.” You say through laughs.

“So?” He raises a brow. “If I were you, I would be all over that.”

You shake your head and rub your cheeks in hope of getting rid of the blush spreading over your face. You knew that this was super unprofessional but you are so into Jed, even though you just met him.

Something about him is pulling you in, maybe it’s because he’s so mysterious. Or that he has similar interests. Or that he’s incredibly hot. Whatever reason it is, your going to get closer to him before you do anything stupid.

You spend the rest of your shift thinking about the mysterious dark haired journalist.

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After saying bye to Elsie and Julian, you are finally allowed to go home. You get to your apartment complex by 9:30 and you’re practically starving. Sure, you had lunch but you haven’t eaten anything since then. 

You burst into your apartment and throw your bag to the side as usual. You unlace your boots and kick them off, alongside your bag by the door. 

You pad over to the kitchen and root through the cabinet to find something. You end up only finding a cup o’ noodles and figure it’s good enough. You take an egg out of the fridge and decide you can put it on top to make it a little more complete.You start boiling some water in a small pot and a separate pan for the egg.

You turn on some music, as it helps you while you're cooking. Just as you crack the egg onto the pan your phone rings. You pull it out of your pocket and notice that it says unknown, you furrow your brows but answer anyway.

“Hello?” You say into the phone, holding it between your ear and your shoulder.

“Hello, Sweetheart.” A smooth voice says through the phone.

“Uh, who is this?” You ask, although the voice seems familiar. 

“Your biggest admirer.” He purrs into your ear and you shudder.

“I’m sorry man, but I think you have the wrong number.” You say awkwardly.

“No, I know I have the right number, Y/N.” He says slyly.

“Who is this? I’m starting to get annoyed.” You sigh out, while flipping the egg with a spatula.

“Think real deep about it, Sweetheart.” He emphasizes. You’re starting to get frustrated.

“Listen, I’m not in the mood for games. What do you want?” You take the boiling water off the stove and pour it into the cup.

“You.” He says seriously, making you get goosebumps all over. You don’t know what to say.

“Anyways, I have to go. But expect to hear from me again.” He changes the subject.

“Oh, and enjoy your egg and noodles, Sweetheart.” He adds before hanging up.

Your eyes were wide open, your mouth agape. How did he know that?

You thought it was just some weird prank call from a college classmate until he said that. You don’t even live on campus, you remembered. 

You looked over to the window in the kitchen and quickly checked the lock and pulled the curtains closed. You did the same for every other window in the house until everything was locked and shut.

You finished up your food and went over to the couch, sat in silence eating your noodles. You were completely dumbfounded by what just happened. Only one possibility sat heavy in your mind.

Do you have a stalker?

You don’t want to consider it but it might be best to take some precautions. You enter your bedroom and find a large pocket knife you had got from a friend in highschool. You stuffed it in your school bag, somewhere easily accessible.

When you first got home you were hungry and exhausted, and now? You’ve lost your appetite and you feel more awake and aware than ever. Every little sound is making your look over your shoulder. 

You take a deep breath and finish eating your food just so you weren’t starved later. You decide to try and go to bed, even though you doubt you’ll get any rest.

You spend the night with the largest kitchen knife you could find under your pillow and your bedroom door locked.

If you were dying, you werent dying with out a fight.

Chapter 3: Seven Digits

About a week has gone by since that strange phone call, nothing has happened since. You’ve been attending classes and work shifts per usual. You weren’t going to stop living your life over some asshole. 

Today is Friday and the winner of the internship is to be announced in class. 

You were no doubt nervous, but very excited at the same time. You took your seat and fidgeted with your hands, nervously awaiting the announcement. Once everyone sat down, Mr. Carlton stood in front of the class. 

“Good morning Class. Before we begin I have an announcement.” Mr. Carlton says.

“I conversed with the higher ups of the Roseville Gazette and they all came to a decision.” After he said that there was a pause of silence.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save you the suspense.” He joked, causing a few laughs from the crowd.

“The winner– for lack of a better word– is…” He pauses. “Y/N L/N.”

Everyone suddenly is staring at you, it seemed unreal. You stood from your seat and made your way to the front of the class. Mr. Carlton held out an identity card to you, it said your name and had your college ID photo on it.

“Ms L/N, you are to go over to the Roseville Gazette from today and on.” You nodded in response. “Good luck.” He says with a genuine smile.

“Thank you so much.” You say, trying to hide your internal joy.

“Alright now go on, you're officially out of here.” He says jokingly.

You smile and wave him goodbye, and as soon as you step out of the room you can’t stop smiling. You have some extra pep in your step knowing that Jed and the Roseville Gazette liked your work.

You get in your car and head straight to the Gazette, hoping to get to work right away. You noticed some police cars flying down the road while you drove, wondering what all the commotion was about.

Once you reach the office and enter the building you notice a bit of a frenzy going on, people running from office to cubicle, phone calls, etc. You walk up to the front desk and show her your ID card.

“Welcome, Jed’s office is just over there.” Wow, good enough to have his own office , you thought.

You thanked the woman and quickly trotted over to the office door, knocking on it and hearing a “come in”. You enter and close the door, turning to see Jed already putting his coat on. 

“Oh, hello Y/N.” He greeted you. “I’m glad to have you as my apprentice.”

“I'm glad to have you as my mentor.” You respond quickly. “But um, is there something going on right now?” You gesture to all the disturbance.

“Yes actually,” He grabbed his bag. “We’re trying to get coverage to visit the most recent Ghostface crime scene.”

You mouthed an oh, “I know, shit timing right.” He says with a smile.

“Good timing actually.” You say. “I prefer to get right to work.”

He smirked, “Atta girl.” 

His smooth voice gave that phrase a whole different feeling. You noticed he looked more handsome than you remember, maybe it’s because you haven’t seen him in a week. Suddenly a woman barges into his office.

“Jed, we just got coverage.” She exclaims.

“That’s our cue.” He says, gesturing for you to follow him. 

You’re practically sprinting to keep up with Jed’s long strides. The two of you exit the building and he leads you over to his car, you climb into the passenger side and he quickly starts up the engine. He’s already speeding off before you can buckle your seatbelt.

“I’m sorry I can’t give a better explanation of your job right now but I’ll give you the basis.” He says, taking a sharp left. 

“Basically, you will take notes, pictures and tell me anything you would consider a lead.” He explains. “If we must conduct any interviews, you will take notes of the answers.” You nod, seems simple enough? 

“Oh and I should forewarn you, the crime scene will be… unpleasent.” 

“I think i’ll be fine.” You mutter out.

The two of you pull up outside a house in a seemingly normal neighborhood, other than the abundant amount of police tape. A few cops stand around in front of the house. 

The two of you walk up to them and before they can protest Jed pulls out his ID.

“I’m Jed Olsen from the Roseville Gazette,” He says professionally. “This is my apprentice, Y/N L/N.”

The cops scan both of you for a moment before handing you pairs of gloves. One cop leads the two of you inside and to where the murder itself took place. A pool of dried blood was on the light gray carpet.

“How was the homicide carried out?” You asked, stepping carefully around the carpet. 

“The victim had many stab wounds and gash from her spleen to her lower stomach.” The cop answered.

“Essentially, she was gutted in a similar way a hunter would gut a deer.” 

That means he might have some skill in hunting , you mentally noted that for later. You pulled your camera out of your bag and took a shot of the bloodsoaked carpet, pocketing it for later. 

You continued to walk through the kitchen, following different blood trails and knocked over items. Definitely a struggle , you thought. But no signs of forced entry, every window was in perfect condition as was every door.

“Do you know how the killer got in?” You asked.

“We aren’t sure. We couldn’t find any signs of forced entry.” To which you nod in response.

There's no way he got in through one of the upstairs windows as it was pretty high up. So how did he get in? You followed the main blood trail to the bedroom, where it seems the woman had been initially attacked.

Blood splatters covered the pristine sheets, you snapped a picture of it. She must’ve been sleeping when he attacked her, you thought. 

Jed and the cop were still downstairs so you took the opportunity to look around in her drawers. You opened her bedside dresser, seeing some jewelry, pills, and a small journal. You picked up the journal, “October” read the little label on the front.

You flipped to the first page and found that she has been writing in this diary. The first entry was fairly short, as were the few after it. Eventually you flipped to an entry and noticed a change in her tone. 

She began talking about getting strange phone calls from an unknown caller. She says the man told her something about a specific vase in her house. You remember seeing it downstairs.

Every journal entry after October 5th is her expressing weird things happening to her. She says the man taunts her over the phone and sends her photographs of her. The woman says she hears things at night.

You flip to a page and a photo falls out of the page. You pick it up and look at it, squinting to see what it was. It was a dim image, the camera being pointed at the woman from behind something. Written on the back it read, “See you soon.” 

It sent shivers up your spine as this had been sent the day before the woman was murdered. You paused for a moment, realizing this all sounded scarily familiar. You thought back to the weird phone call you got a week ago. Were you being stalked by the Ghostface?

But none of the stuff directed toward this woman was remotely suggestive. The person who called you seemed to be hitting on you. The thought of being favored by a murderer is a crazy one. A batshit crazy one. 

There’s no way, right? Just a coincidence, You tried to reassure yourself. You decide to take the journal, stuffing it into your bag. Sure it was stealing evidence, but it would help with Jed’s article. You took a deep breath and went back downstairs, greeting Jed by the door. 

“You alright?” He asks, to which you nod. 

You both thank the cop for letting you in and head out to the car. There was a quietness in the car as Jed drove. You figured now was the time to tell him what you found. 

“So, when I went upstairs I found something.” You say carefully. 

“What?” Jed asks, seeming really attentive.

“I found her diary and she wrote about some weird stuff that happened before she died.” You tell him, while watching how his hands move on the steering wheel.

“Did you write it down or something?” You nervously shifted in your seat.

You pulled the journal out, “I kinda sorta swiped it.” You said apprehensively.

Jed let out a huff of a laugh and ran his hand through his hair, “Jeez. It’s only your first day on the job and you’re stealing.”

“Sorry, it just seemed too important to leave there-” He cut you off.

“Don’t apologize for getting good material.” He looked over at you. “Honestly, I’m really amazed with you, Rookie.”

You felt your face redden at his praise, it made you feel good. You couldn’t help but let a small smile consume your face. 

“Your portfolio impressed me, especially since you wrote a lot of it fresh out of highschool.” You felt like if he complimented you one more time you might explode. 

“I can’t believe I impressed the mighty Jed Olsen.” You teased him.

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, but we still have some room for improvement.”

“That’s what I’m here for, improvement.” You say seriously.

He looks at you again and smirks, “You really are wired for this, y’know?”

“So I’ve been told.” You counter.

After returning to the office and putting all of the evidence together, it’s time for you to go home. Just as your packing up to leave Jed stops you.

“I had fun today, even though we investigated a murder scene, you made it enjoyable.” He handed you a small sticky note, on it were seven digits.

 “My number.” He stated. “We should at least have eachothers numbers if we’re going to do this everyday.”

“Yeah, definitely.” You smiled. “I’ll text you when I get home.” He nodded and you left, waving him a goodbye.

You felt like you were in highschool again, liking someone for the first time ever. After everything today you had to try and take things further, he was too perfect not to. On the entire ride home you replayed the event of the day, mainly the ones with Jed.

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Feeling in a good mood you actually hang up your coat and bag today, not throwing them in their usual spot. You kick your shoes off and head into the kitchen to grab a drink.

You grab a bottle of beer and pop the cap off lazily. You pad into your room and decide to change into something more comfortable. You settle for a t-shirt and some underwear. 

Once you felt comfortable you sat on the couch and entered Jed’s number into your phone. You texted him a simple “Hey, it’s Y/N.” and sat your phone down next to you while you reached for the remote.

The usual roll of horror movies was on, tonight it was Friday the 13th. You heard your phone ding and you scooped it up. A text from Jed. You smiled and read it, “Glad it’s you, thought I had a rando texting me for a second.” 

You smiled and got ready to text him back when your phone suddenly rang, unknown it read as the caller ID. You hesitantly answered it and brought the phone up to your ear. Before you could say anything a voice came from the other line.

“I’m hurt to see you smiling at messages from other people, doll.” The smooth voice spoke.

You nearly dropped your phone at that moment. You thought it was just a one time thing. You heard him chuckle on the other end.

“What?” He asked. “Not expecting to hear from me?” He purred.

He could see you couldn’t he? You stood up from the couch and looked around at all the windows. You couldn’t see anything out of them as the sun had already set.

He whistled lowly. “Wow. I like the panties, really sexy.”

You realized you were still, in fact, wearing only a t-shirt and panties. You try to ignore the heat rising in your face at his comment. You quickly run around, making sure every window was locked and every curtain was drawn.

“Aww. Don’t be like that, Sweetheart.” He cooed into your ear, making you shudder.

“Listen, I’m not your fucking sweetheart. Leave me alone, creep.” You spat into the phone.

“Feisty little bitch, aren’t you?” He snickered. “You’ve got more fight than the last girl.”

Last girl? 

“What do you mean last girl?” You questioned, looking around nervously.

“Why, you jealous?” He asked deviously. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t interested in her in that way.”

“No- what did you do to her?” You asked, awaiting his response.

“I slit her from spleen to groin.” His calm and deep voice paired against his terrifying words.

You realized at that moment you were being stalked by the Ghostface. The terror of Roseville was playing with you. You had seen the aftermath of his work firsthand and you didn’t want to die like that.

“Are you planning to do the same to me?” You fronted bravely.

“Hmm…” He hummed as if he was thinking. “I haven’t decided what I want to do to you yet.”

He talked as if you weren’t even there. You felt a slight rush of panic, knowing he was outside and thinking about killing you.

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning to kill you yet.” He laughed. “Just wanted to have a little chat with you.”

“You just want to scare me into becoming a hermit first.” You swallowed thickly.

“Bingo.” He answered quickly.

“It’s not going to work, asshole.” You snapped. “I’m not going to throw my life away over some creep threatening me.”

“You really are ballsy.” He said lowly. “But deep down I know you enjoy this.”

Your eyes widen and you aren’t sure what to say back. You suddenly lost all of that fake confidence.

“I see it in your eyes. You like when I say you look sexy, don’t you?” He purred.

You bit at your lip, unsure what to say. He was right, you did like it. You wouldn’t admit it but the sound of his voice in your ear turned you on. Especially when he complimented you or called you pet names.

You were disgusted by yourself, feeling good under a killer’s praise. You were so fucked up.

“Fuck you.” You say, nothing more could come to mind.

“If I’m wrong then why haven’t you hung up yet?” He asked cunningly.

You hear short laughter before you hang up and slam your phone on the table. You are definitely going to report this to the police tomorrow. You decide that first thing tomorrow you are going to the police station. 

You sure as hell aren’t going outside if a killer is anywhere near your house. Besides, if you call the police they won’t get here on time, they never do. For now you’re going to sit, locked in your house gripping a knife waiting till morning comes.

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When morning does come you realized you had fallen asleep gripping the knife. Your eyes stung from being wide eyed the entire night before. You stood up and walked over to the bathroom, peering into your reflection. You looked like shit.

The bags under your eyes were deep and dark, and your hair clung to your face from sweating. A tear fell from your eye as you took in your appearance.

You quickly wiped it away, you can’t be afraid. You weren’t going to let this asshole win, even if it killed you. You turn on the shower and wash every inch of your body, trying to rid yourself of that version of yourself.

You step out and get changed quickly, not bothering to stop and eat. You get in your car and beeline for the police station. You walk inside and right up to the front desk.

“I need to make a report.” You state.

The woman doesn’t even greet you, just hands you a form and a pen. You sit down and fill it out, deciding to leave out the fact you think it’s the Ghostface. They probably won’t believe you since you haven’t been gutted yet. You just write an unknown stalker down. You hand the clipboard back to the woman and wait.

Once an officer is finally available you sit down across from him at his desk.

He briefly reads over the form you filled out before looking at you.

“So, what exactly is happening?” He asks, setting the form on the table, giving you his attention.

“Well, I’ve been getting calls and threats from some unknown caller.” You explained, briefly.

“Has this person done anything to you physically, like breaking into your house?” He asked, raising a brow.

“No, he hasn’t attacked me or anything. But I’m not sure if he’s broken into my house.” You say uncertainty. “But he called and told me exactly what I was doing and threatened me.”

“He threatened you?” The cop asked, leaning forward intently.

“Yeah-well, I don’t know. Not a direct threat like “I’m going to kill you”.” You stumble over your words.

The cop sighed and leaned back, taking a sip of his coffee before leaning back forward.

“Listen, I can’t really do anything if he hasn’t threatened your life or someone else's. Do you even know the person’s number?” He sighs out.

“Well, no. Everytime he calls, a number doesn’t show up.” You mutter.

“I’m sorry but there is not much I can do.” You felt your soul nearly break in two.

“What am I supposed to do?” You exclaim. A flash of sympathy comes across the cop’s face.

“I would advise you to change your locks, keep everything locked at all times, maybe get a camera or two.” He trails on. “Oh and keep a weapon on you.” He adds.

You were ready to leave, as clearly this wasn’t going anywhere. You stood up and grabbed your bag, slinging it over yourself. You take one last look at the cop.

“Thanks for the help.” You snap and storm out of the building.

You walk across the nearly empty parking lot and climb into your car. You were devastated, as this was your only hope. Couldn’t they have at least looked into it before dismissing you?

“Fuck!” You shout, slamming your hands on the steering wheel. Your hands stung from the force of your anger.

Your breath was heaving and you wanted to smash something. You run a hand through your not so neat hair, before taking a deep breath. You start up the car and drive off for your shift at work.

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Chapter 4: Second Date?

Another week has gone by before you know it. It seems that days are starting to blend together. Since the last phone call –from who you suppose is the ghostface– you have tried to make your apartment as safe as possible. 

You contacted your landlady and asked for the locks to be changed, which took a pretty good chunk from your grocery savings. But at least you felt safer knowing that he couldn’t get in through the door.

You began confiding in Julian and Elsie, who happened to be your only friends. You told them everything the day you went to the police.

“Jesus, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Elsie asked full of concern.

` “I thought it was just a prank at first!” You answer honestly.

 “A weird fucking prank.” Julian huffed out, humorlessly.

“I just- I don’t know who it could be.” You mutter out, feeling defeated.

 “I mean I just moved here two months ago and I haven’t had any trouble until school started.” 

Julian thinks for a moment, tapping his finger on the counter slowly.

“Can you think of any weirdos in any of your classes, ones that make you uncomfortable?” Elsie asks, breaking the silence.

You try to rack your brain, think of even the slightest interaction that might’ve thrown you off in the moment. Nothing. No one came to mind.

“No, nothing but the average interaction with an awkward college nerd.” You say, not losing your touch of humor.

“I don’t know, I wish we could help.” Elsie frowned at you.

“You know who should be helping, The cops.” Julian makes a sour expression.

“Oh, don’t even get me started.” You snap, planting your hands on the counter firmly.

“They didn’t even give me the time of day to really explain how bad it is. The bitch of a receptionist didn’t even look at me once during our entire interaction.” You rant.

“You know what the motherfucker told me? “Change your locks and get weapons”.” You mock the cop. “Yeah, like that’s really going to save me from some psycho.” You roll your eyes.

“Bunch of idiots.” Else adds, popping her gum.

“See, that is exactly why we have a serial killer on the loose and he hasn’t been caught yet.” Julian continues, “Because they won’t listen to the people of their town.” 

 

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Now here you are a week later, working on the most recent ghostface murder with Jed. He sits at his desk, reading through the diary you stole from the woman’s house. You sit at the two person armchair, opposite from his desk.

Every once and a while one of you speaks, usually to say something about a possible discovery. You continue to write down some ideas, making them into a blunt board of your thoughts on the masked man. You even write a few things that happened to you.

“Hey Jed, you want to take a look at some of this stuff I wrote down?” You say.

He nods and walks over to you, sitting down beside you. You can smell faint cologne, a comforting smell. You lean over slightly to show him what you’ve written down so far. He reads over it in silence.

“It says here you think the killer stalks the victim, and once he starts getting used to their schedule he begins stalking another.” He reads off what you wrote.

“How’d you come up with that?” He asks, awaiting your explanation.

“Well as we found out from that diary, he stalks and harrasses his victims. The previous victim, Mr. Weaver, was it? He was killed two weeks prior to this woman’s death.” You continue to explain.

“I think he begins stalking a new victim the week he is planning the other victim’s death.”

Jed’s eyes widen for a moment before he relaxes them, he clears his throat.

“I think that's an interesting discovery and it would make sense with the line up of each murder.” He approves.

You smile and look back at your notes, you were getting the hang of this . You hoped Jed would notice how well you're doing and would consider hiring you. The thought of keeping this position kept you going everyday.

Once it was time for a lunch break, you began getting ready expecting to go find some coffee shop to get a sandwich at. Jed stopped you just before you were about to leave.

“Hey, I was going to head down to this little restaurant around the corner. It’s really good, trust me.” He explains. 

“I was wondering if you want to go with me?” He asks, slick as ever.

“Of course.” You say with a smile and follow him out the door.

The two of you decide to walk to the restaurant, as Jed says it's good to get up and move every once and a while. In fact you noticed that Jed–even though he seemed very lean– had some muscle in his upper arms and back. Maybe he works out?

The two of you walk in the nice fall breeze, you inhale the mapeley air and smile. This was the calmest you’ve been since last week.

Jed turns the corner and leads you to the restaurant, opening the door and holding it for you. 

“What a gentleman.” You say sarcastically, but in reality you appreciate it.

“Only for you.” He shoots back in the same sarcastic tone.

The two of you sit down in a booth, across from one another. Jed instantly begins looking over the menu so you grab one as well.

“Do you recommend anything in particular?” You ask, as you’ve never been here before.

The waitress, her name tag reads “Natalie”, comes over and you both order coffees.

“Any of their wraps, they’re delicious.” He replies, glancing at you over his menu.

You look over the wraps section and decide on a buffalo chicken wrap. You briefly look at the desserts and decide to spoil yourself with the pumpkin pastries.

“Hey Jed, who's your friend?” The waitress, Natalie, says after making her way back over.

“This is Y/N.” He gestures to you, to which you give a small wave.

“Well then, what can I get the two of you today?” She asks, pulling out her notepad and pen.

“I’ll have the usual.” Jed answers easily. He must come here often, You think.

“Alright, the chicken and vegetable wrap.” She mutters while writing it down.

She looks up at you, “And for you?”

“I’ll have the buffalo chicken wrap.” You tell her. “And can I get some pumpkin pastries to go?”

“Absolutely.” She says while writing it all down. She sticks the note pad back in her pocket and trots off to the kitchen.

“I take it you come here often.” You say to break the silence.

“Yeah, it’s so convenient. Besides, Natalie gets the food out quicker than any waitress.” He smiles.

“Also it’s nice to get out of my office every once and a while, so I come here to work on my articles sometimes.” He runs a hand through his hair.

You didn’t realize you were staring at him until he smirked at you and raised a brow in confusion.

“What?” He asks with a light laugh.

“Nothing.” You smile back. “Just this is the most fun I’ve had all week.”

You weren’t lying. Just being in Jed’s presence makes you feel calmer, even though your heart rate speeds up when he looks at you. You like the way he speaks, so charming.

You love to watch his eyes flicker around, observing everything. The way he bats his eyelashes when he blinks. Everything about him was just so refreshing.

“What do you mean?” He takes a sip of his coffee. “Have you been down lately?”

“Yeah, just a little.” You sigh. “But I think I’ll get over it.”

Natalie comes bustling over with two plates in her hands, setting one in front of both of you. She then grabs a box off of the bakery counter and sets it in front of you.

“The pumpkin pastries are in here.” She says patting the top of the box lightly.

“Do you guys need anything else?” You both look at eachother and shake your heads.

You expected Natalie to walk away but she instead smiled and leaned in. 

“By the way, you two are so cute together. I saw you smiling at each other when I was taking orders and it was just too sweet.” She says before turning on her heel and walking off.

You felt the already pre-existing blush on your face rise. You didn’t really notice until now, but it did in fact look like you were on a date.

Jed looked at you and shrugged with a small smile, and you let out a light laugh. The two of you began eating, making small conversation while eating. 

You talked about your interests and hobbies outside of school and work. You talked about your interests in horror movies and how it got both of you into the criminal journalism field. 

Once you had both finished eating, Jed paid for the bill against your protests of splitting it. The two of you left, walking back into the chill fall air. You carried your box of pastries, holding them close to your chest. 

You thought back to what the waitress said and a small smile crossed your face. Jed noticed and asked you what you were smiling at.

“I can’t believe Natalie thought we were on a date.” You shake your head slightly.

“I can.” Jed said unexpectedly. You looked over at him with wide eyes, wondering if you had imagined that.

“Was that you making a move on me?” You ask with a smirk.

“Maybe.” He says slickly, looking at you. “Do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know.” You say jokingly. “I think I need a second date to determine that.”

“Oh so you’re admitting you think that was a date?” He asks playfully.

“Maybe.” You mock his earlier statement.

“I’m up for a second date if you are.” He says.

“Second date it is.” You declare.

 

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You get home feeling better than ever, finally having gotten that official date with Jed. You had stopped at the store on the way home and grabbed a 10 oz. steak for yourself. You decided to cook yourself something a little nicer than usual, as a reward for scoring a date. 

It almost felt like Christmas since you hadn’t been in a relationship in quite a while, as you were too busy with everything. You smiled as you unpacked your groceries, filing them away appropriately. 

You quickly washed your hands and prepared a frying pan on the stove. The gas stove clicked to life as you turned the knob. You sprinkled some seasoning and garlic on the steak before setting it in the pan.

The steak sizzled and bubbled at the contact and you figured you could let that sit for a while. You turned to the cabinet and grabbed a glass, figuring you could use a drink. You take out some slightly cheap red wine and pour some into a glass.

You grabbed a straw and stirred the drink around, watching the ice swirl in the cup for a moment. You took a sip, savoring the sweet taste. You turned back to the stove and grabbed a spatula, checking the stake momentarily.

You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and texted Julian and Elsie.

 

-guess who just got a date with jed…

J- FINALLY

E- congrats y/n!

J- I need full details when this date happens

 

You smile at the texts, setting your phone down for a moment so you can stabilize the pan and flip the steak. You successfully did so and inhaled the meaty smell. You pick up your glass taking a long swig of your drink.

You continue to text Julian and Elsie while periodically checking the steak. Once you figured it was done you placed it on a plate and headed over to the table. You sat down and got to work on sawing off pieces of steak. 

Your taste buds felt rejuvenated as you hadn’t eaten anything this good in a while. You scarfed it down quickly, giving yourself a pat on the back for the amazing food. You eventually drained your drink and got yourself a second glass, feeling a little more tipsy.

You remembered those pumpkin pastries from your date (date?) with Jed earlier. You walked over to the box about to take one when your phone rang. 

You briskly moved to grab your phone, expecting it to be Julian or Elsie calling. You picked it up without looking and answered.

 

“Hello?” You said more bubbly than normal, holding your phone between your neck and shoulder.

 

“Someone’s in a good mood.” That horrible, but so smooth voice said into our ear.

 

Your smile instantly fell from your face, and it felt as if all the blood in your body stopped flowing. You had been so absent minded a moment ago that you forgot to check the caller ID. You quickly hung up the phone and threw it down on the counter.

That sick feeling of butterflies in your stomach became all too apparent to you. Something deep down about this situation excited you and you wanted to deny it so bad. You took a deep breath in and out, looking over to the windows.

You began to notice the rain outside, a single lightning strike cracked through the dark sky. You figured that he must be calling you from a car or a house.

You have to be really crazy to be out in that. You felt safer telling yourself that he wasn’t outside, or at least not directly.

Your phone rang again, making you jump as you were lost in thought. You silently picked it up and answered. 

 

“Don’t you fucking hang up again.” He growled into the phone.

You shivered, he had never said anything like that before. You took a shaky breath in and brought out your fake confidence.

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck you want from me but if you want to kill me just do it already, Im not just going to sit around and let you mess up my life.” You spoke harshly.

“I’m starting to think you're too scared to do it.” You taunt.

 

The alcohol had definitely altered what you were saying, making you much more vulgar than usual. You feel the regret starting to pour back into your body as you process the words that left your mouth.

Instead of a threat being directed back at you from the other line, a slow genuine laugh sounded in your ear. 

You scamper over to the window, trying to see if the other apartments still had power. You couldn’t tell, as it was late at night and most people would be asleep by now.

You knew it would take the owners a moment to realize the power is out and switch on the generator. 

You think about the laughing coming from the man. He was finding enjoyment in this, and so were you in a weird way.

You felt terribly excited being so vulnerable in the dark, unable to use main sense. You know he’s most likely watching you spiral in the middle of your living room.

You hear a thud come from somewhere in the apartment, causing you to jump. It was hard for you to tell where it came from as your eyes will still adjust, taking much longer in your buzzed state. 

You suspect it came from inside your bedroom. You turn on your phone's flashlight and grab a knife from the kitchen drawer, the one you had held onto multiple nights in a row.

You walk out into the living room and nearly slip on the wet floor. You look down to see slightly muddy and drenched boot marks. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. You turn to the side and notice something on the ground.

You lean down, picking it up with your index and thumb. It’s a photo of you. In the picture you're lifting your shirt over your head, full back and underwear exposed.

You remember wearing that shirt you were taking off on Wednesday. He had been watching you everyday after that call.

You drop the picture and stand up straight, taking a step back. You feel dizzy, like the world is tilting from left to right

. You take another step back and are met with a surface. You weren’t sure what it was until an arm came around your midriff and the other came up to cover your mouth.

The smell of leather and iron consumed your senses, which were suddenly on high alert.

You stand completely stiff, ice cold blood runs through your veins. Your eyes stare wide at the darkness in front of you, feeling more sober than ever.

You can feel the sickly sweet twisting of your stomach as the person leans in next to your ear.

 

“Hello, Sweetheart.” The heavenly voice whispers in your ear.

Notes:

Hi! Thank you all so much for the comments, I love the feedback. This chapter is a bit messy and a little short but I still hope you enjoy. It took a little longer to get this one out since life has been a bitch. Anyways, thanks for reading!

Chapter 5: Partner

Notes:

HEY! here I am exactly a month later bringing you guys the update. So sorry I left you guys on a cliffhanger, but I hope this makes up for it. I was super busy with life i forgot to update. Hopefully, some of you are still there to read this (i promise i didn't abandon the story). Anyways, enjoy!

The knife in your hand was fumbled with impact, it being kicked across the room by the man's boot. You're sent into full panic mode, squirming against him trying to escape his grasp. You stop when you feel a cool blade being pressed against your throat.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He chuckles into your ear, so close you can practically feel his breath.

When he sees that you’ve stopped moving, he drags the knife away. It moves feather light down, curving over your throat and down your collarbones. It’s nearly ticklish– which would make the twisting in your stomach almost delightful if it wasn’t for the current predicament.

“Sorry that I couldn’t come visit sooner.” He traces small circles on your skin with the knife.

“I was a little worried,” He sighs. “I couldn’t risk things yet.”

The knife traces lower, nearing your chest. It delves down in between your breasts, dragging your shirt along with it. You shiver, hating the way you’re enjoying this.

“It’s so nice to finally feel you.” He rasps, seeming desperate.

You decide now is the time to attack– if not now then you might just get yourself killed. You lean your head forward and quickly pull it back, knocking against the man's head. 

The knife against your chest slashes your right breast, the stinging going unnoticed by your rush of adrenaline. He stumbles back, seemingly surprised by your actions.

You run forward, trying to get to the door when your ankle is grabbed. You slip, falling head first into the ground. 

Your head buzzes painfully for a moment and you swear you feel blood run down the side of your face. You hear the man grumble as he climbs on top of you, pinning you down.

“You little bitch.” He growls, knife threatening your throat once again.

It’s the first time you see his face–or rather lack of. The white mask, contorted into a permanent scream stares down at you. You were right this whole time.

“I should kill you right here on the floor for that.” He spits.

“Do it.” You manage to wheeze out, head spinning from hitting it.

He seems to pause for a moment, staring down at you. You sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows.

“Fucking kill me.” You yell, blood from your head dripping down onto your chin. You can feel yourself losing consciousness, hardly able to keep your eyes open. 

The man stays still for another moment, before letting out a chuckle. His hand comes up to your chin, grabbing it. He leans in so you're face to face–or rather face to mask– and continues.

“I knew you were just as crazy as me.” He speaks, the black eye holes of his mask staring into yours.

“That was hot honestly,” He goes on. “Telling me to take your own life.”

You feel a blush on your face at his approval. You’d like to pretend it’s just because you most likely have a concussion. But you knew that wasn’t it.

“I think I’ll let you live a little longer.” He says laying your head back down onto the floor.

You can feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness, the man says something else before you see him duck out the window. Your eyes close shut, feeling as though you were under water. 

 

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You wake up with a horrible pain in your head, a dull ache prodding at your skull. You sit up, covered in your own blood. You look around to find that you were on the floor of your apartment near the door.

You feel your hand and hiss as your hand comes in contact with the gash in your hair. You pull your hand away to see fresh blood, along with some crusted dry blood. You can’t remember everything that happened, as a mix of alcohol and a concussion wasn’t helping.

You slowly stand, taking a moment to gain your balance. You move forward into the kitchen retrieving a glass of water. You down it in a second, turning and walking to the bathroom. As soon as you enter you see your reflection, causing an audible gasp.

Your face is covered in your own blood, hair matted with dried blood. Your shirt is soaked in blood, sticking clammily to your skin. No wonder you felt like you were going to fall over at any moment. You’d lost a lot of blood, as you could tell not only from the puddles but your paler complexion.

You pull your shirt off, throwing it off to the side. You notice the gash across your right breast and suddenly everything comes back to you. The phone call, the man, everything. You were being stalked by the Ghostface killer.

Why didn’t he kill you last night? Sure, he left you to bleed out. But he didn’t just end it off right then and there. Why? You pondered as you turned on the hot shower.

You rinsed yourself off, feeling the stinging every time the water grazed a scrape or cut. You tried to wash out as much of the blood from your hair as you could. You knew you would have to call Elsie, as she was working on becoming a nurse. She could probably fix you up.

Once you get out of the shower you clean up the blood by the door, scrubbing harshly to remove it. There was still a faint stain, so you covered it with a floor mat. Once done making your apartment look like it didn’t get broken into, you picked up your phone.

It was damn near dead but you had enough charge for one call. You called Elsie, letting the tone ring out for a few seconds before she answered.

“Y/N you know I’m not a morning person. I don’t wake up until 11.” She grumbles into the phone.

“I know, I know.” You chuckle softly. “But I uh- kinda have an emergency.”

You hear shuffling over the line, “What’s up?”

“I…hit my head pretty bad last night, passed out on the floor.” You say carefully.

“I was wondering if you could come take a look, make sure I’m okay?” You ask.

“Christ,” She mutters. “I’ll be over as soon as possible.” 

“Thank you so much, Elsie.” You sigh out. “I’ll text you my address.”

“Of course, I’m not gonna let you walk around with a concussion.” She says, shuffling around on the other line.

“I’ll let you get ready.” You say before exchanging goodbyes.

You sit on the couch, waiting for her to arrive. It doesn’t take more than fifteen minutes before she’s pounding at your door, jolting you upright. 

You speed walk over to the door and unlock it, opening it for her to walk it. She looks concerned, studying your face for any indication of a major problem.

“What the hell happened?” She asked, leading you to sit down at your kitchen table.

“I…hit my head last night and knocked myself out.” You lied, hoping she wouldn’t question further.

She huffed a humorless laugh as she unrolled her pack of supplies. She had a typical first aid kit with a few extra things like a flashlight. She picked up the flashlight first examining your head. She found the gash fairly easily, poking and prodding near it making you squirm.

“It’ll scar,” She says, taking an alcohol pad to your head. You hiss at the feeling of the wound being tampered with.

“It’s not deep enough for stitches though, it seems like your head is already healing.”

You hum in response as she bangages it up, before backing away. She pulls out a flashlight, switching it on.

“Now just gotta check if you have a concussion.” She says, shining the light in your eyes. 

You feel a slight pain when the bright light hits your pupils but you withstand it. Elsie directs you to look in multiple different directions, studying your irises each time. Eventually she flicks the light off and moves in close.

She feels around your head with her hands, asking you if it hurts. You said no and she stopped. You kinda wished she’d kept going, as it had been a while since you had good physical contact. She asks you a few more questions about your symptoms and finaly concludes the answer.

“I don’t think you're necessarily concussed, but I wouldn’t push yourself.” She says. “You should rest for a day or two.”

You nod, “Oh and I suggest you take a tylenol today and ibuprofen tomorrow, it’ll help with the pain.” She adds.

“Thank you for coming over so suddenly.” You say, rubbing your shoulder.

“I’m just glad you didn’t bleed out or something,” She says, sighing and leaning back against her chair.

“Ditto.” You quipped, standing to walk into the kitchen. You grab some orange juice from the fridge, asking Elsie if she wants a glass. She accepts and you bring over the glasses.

“So, what’s this about a date with Jed?” She asks with a smirk, her ginger eyebrows waggling.

You’d honestly forgotten all about that after everything from last night. But the memory came flooding back, making you smile coyly.

“We went out to a coffee shop and he just asked me out.” You shrugged.

“When will it be my turn to have a cute girl ask me out in a coffee shop.” Elsie sighs.

You chuckle at her remark, “Honestly, I should call in to tell him I can’t make it to the office today.”

“Bet he’ll miss you,” She nudges you with her arm.

You think for a moment–Elsie was one of your closest friends, one you confided in. You could tell her right now, about everything. She’ll take you to the police station, you’ll tell them together. This whole situation could be over.

You open your mouth to speak but are interrupted abruptly by her phone going off. She shuts it off quickly, sighing and sitting up.

“I gotta get going, my shift at the hospital starts in half an hour.” She says, standing and slinging her bag over herself.

“Thank you for coming, again.” You say, helping her clean up the supplies she'd rolled out.

“Don’t worry about it.” She waves you off. “Just rest for the next day or so.”

“Will do.” You say leading her to the door, waving a goodbye to each other as she exits.

You shut your door, taking in a deep breath as the door closes. You rest your head against the door for a moment. You should’ve told her what happened but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You didn’t know why you couldn't just.. Couldn’t.

You back away from the door, walking back to the couch. You grab your phone from the coffee table, scrolling to Jed’s contact. You press the call button, waiting a few moments before he picks up.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asks, sounding a little gruffer than usual.

“I wanted to let you know I won’t be in the office today.” You inform him.

“Oh, okay.” He responds. “Is…something wrong?” He asks, seeming to have picked up on your tone.

“Just some personal stuff, might need to take off for a day or two.” You respond flatly.

There was a pause before Jed spoke again, “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, with the date stuff that is.”

“No!” You exclaim suddenly, embarrassing yourself with eagerness.

“No… not at all.” You say calmer. “I actually kinda…injured myself.”

“What happened?” He asked, concern heavy in his voice.

“A very minor head injury, barely a concussion.” 

“Jeez,” He sighs. “I’ll stop by later to check in on you.”

“Oh-” You stutter. “You really don’t have to.”

“You’re my partner, of course I’m going to check up on you.”

You knew he meant work partner but you couldn’t help but swoon at the title. Him calling you his “partner” was something you’d only dreamed of. And he was being so caring to you.

“Well, okay.” You can’t bite back your smile. “If you think it’s proper to do so.”

“Good.” His voice is light. “I’ll be by before I head home.”

“Okay, see you then.” You say coyly.

“Till then.” He shoots back, before hanging up the phone.

You smile as you lower your phone from your ear, leaning back into the couch. After everything that happened last night, you needed something to focus on. Something good . And Jed was just that–something good to take you out of your thoughts.

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You lay on the couch for a while after that, watching some TV. You were enjoying the slumber party massacre, a classic in your book. 

Most people probably wouldn’t watch a horror movie after nearly being killed the night before. But to you the movie was comforting, as you knew everything that happened, it was all predictable.

The sun had started to set and you realized the day was fading, meaning night was to come soon. You didn’t want to spend another night alone. You didn’t know what to expect from the masked man next.

Maybe he would come back to finish you off. You were to stupid to go to the police, no one would even have the slightest hint of how to prevent your death. You shivered at the thought of ending up as just another body added to his body count.

A knock came from your front door, causing you to jolt. Your heart beat spikes and you stand up, turning down the TV before heading to the door. You look through the peephole, seeing the familiar dark-haired man on your doorstep.

You undo the chain lock, turning the dead bolt in the opposite direction. You swing the door open slowly, the man’s eyes locking with yours. You step to the side, welcoming him in.He steps inside taking a quick look around before turning back to face you. Only when he holds out a bag of take out do you notice it.

“Hungry?” He asks.

“Very.” You respond with a breathy laugh.

The two of you are sitting at your small dining table, sitting across from one another. He pulls out two bowls of chicken fried rice, sliding one over to you. You inhale the smell of the food, making your stomach growl.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I just got you the same as me.” He added.

“It looks good.” You say with a polite smile.

You both start digging in, your taste buds being satisfied. You study Jed’s face while you eat, noticing a purple mark on his forehead. You wonder what it’s from.

“It’s almost like this is our second date.” Jed says, looking up at you with his dark eyes.

“Yeah… I guess it is.” Your face warms. “Only I wish it wasn’t in my small cluttered apartment.”

You both laugh lightly at that, looking at each other. There was a pause.

“I don’t care where it is, just as long as we’re together.” He says, looking into your eyes.

You let a smile creep onto your face, before dropping your head into your hands. Letting out a laugh. Jed was confused by your sudden laughter.

“What?” He asks, your laughter seeming to infect him.

“It’s just…” You continue. “You always seem to know how to take my mind off things.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, resting his chin on his hand.

“Things have been a little… shitty lately.” You respond, shoveling food into your mouth.

“Why's that?” He asks, taking a bite as well. His eyes were trained on your face.

“Typical college student things,” You reply. “Stress, anxiety, all that.”

“Anything in particular that happened?” He continued to pry.

You could tell him right now. You could solve the case together and go down in history.

“No, I think I’ve just been in the gutter recently.” You give him a faux smile.

He nods, “Sorry to hear that.” He gives you a sympathetic look.

“It’s alright.” You wave off. “I just need a little time to get back on my feet.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks intently.

“You’ve done plenty already,” You say before stopping to think. “But I could… use some company tonight.”

His eyes widen a little, hand twitching out of the corner of your eye.

“I don’t mean anything by it!” You raise your hands in defense. “I’ve just been a little paranoid.”

“But only if you want to.” You add before leaning in to finish up your food.

“I’ll stay.” He says, making your eyes dart up from the table to him.

“Alright.” You say with a genuine smile this time.

The two of you finish your food and head to the couch, sitting close enough for your legs to brush against each other. You continued to watch what was on, your eyes wandering elsewhere.

 You took note of the fact the sun was pretty much gone by now. The fall evening was dark and windy, transitioning into winter. You could hear the trees rattling outside, tapping on your windows.

You avert your attention to the man next to you, his attention seemed to be on the screen. You looked down to where your thighs were touching, smiling at the sight. You leaned into him slightly. He took notice and draped his arm around your shoulders.

Your sides were now fully pressed together, his warmth emitting onto you. It was comforting to have his weight against you. For the first time in a while, you felt the urge to sleep. You let yourself succumb to that urge, getting the first peaceful sleep you’ve had in weeks.

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You woke up the next morning laying in your bed. You were tucked into your blanket with the pillow neatly placed under your head. You sat up, looking around, wondering how you’d gotten in here. 

You remember falling asleep on Jed in the middle of the movie. He must’ve carried you to your bed when he noticed you were asleep. You climbed out of bed, still wearing the clothes from the previous night.

You trudged into the living room, bright light pouring through the slits in the curtains. You noticed the couch seemed a bit misshapen, meaning Jed must’ve slept over. You smiled at the fact he stayed all night.

You entered the kitchen, preparing to get some juice when you noticed a note placed neatly next to a plate of eggs. You picked up the note, reading over it.

‘Y/N, I had to leave early this morning to get to the office. I hope you understand. I looked through your fridge and made you an omelet. I hope it isn’t too cold by the time you wake up. Anyways, I hope you get better soon. Work is so much more entertaining with you around. Love, Jed.’

You smiled as you read the letter, your heart fluttering like a dove. You decided to save the note. You were always one to appreciate the small gestures. And how could a man be so perfect?

You moved onto the omelet, popping it in the microwave for a moment as it had gone cold. You pulled it out and it was steaming, smelling good as new. You sat down at the dining table, slicing off a piece and eating it.

It was filled with cheese and peppers, a few other vegetables you could detect. It was unnecessarily good. Your stomach thanked you for eating, as you hadn’t eaten much the day before.

Once you were done you decided to freshen up and head out to the store. It was a beautiful day, so you went for a walk. It was a cool day, as cold as California weather can get. The sun shined so brightly that the coolness didn’t really bother you anyway.

You entered one of the regular shops by your building, greeting the elderly man that owned the shop. You grabbed a basket and started browsing around. You picked up a few things that can work as meals for the week, and a few junk foods.

You brought your basket up to the front counter, placing it down gently. The old man smiled at you before picking up each item and scanning it. You drummed your fingers on the counter and waited. 

You could faintly hear the TV in the corner, just above your heads. It was a news channel. Your heart sank into your stomach when you read what it said. “Another victim of the Ghostface killer had been found this morning.”

You watch as a gurney with a body bag on it is wheeled into an ambulance. A crowd of people on the street watching from the sidelines. You could faintly make out your accomplice in the background, camera in hand. You figured he would be one of the first people there.

“Miss?” You hear faintly, interrupting you from your thoughts.

You look down to find the old man staring at you, confused look on his face. You smile and apologize awkwardly.

“No trouble,” He says, waving it off. “$36.52 is the total.” He gestures to the card machine.

You swipe your card and bag your groceries, thanking the man before leaving. You step out into the street, calling Jed as you walk. He answered relatively quickly, there was lots of bustling and talking on the other line.

“Hello?” He says, loud voices nearly drowning out his own.

“I just saw the news while I was at the grocery store.” You spout out quickly.

“Uh- yeah-” He mumbles over the phone.

“I can call back if now isn’t a good time.” 

“No, it’s fine.” You hear some shuffling and the noise fading out. 

“What are you doing out anyway? You should be resting.” He lectures you lightly.

“Have to get supplies somehow.” You mutter, smiling at the fact he was looking out for you.

“I could’ve picked them up for you.” 

You felt your body warm, your lips instinctively curling upwards.

“You’ve done enough for me already, I don’t wanna bug you all day.”

“It wouldn’t bug me if it was for you.” He said more seriously.

You felt your face heating up. God he was making it hard for you to not like him.

“I uh-,” You stumbled over your words. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

You sucked in a deep breath, “We only just met about a month ago and you’re the sweetest person I know.”

You hear a chuckle sound from him, one you enjoyed so much.

“You think so?” He asks. “I think you’re rubbing off on me, that's what it is.”

You hear some shouting and shuffling before Jed speaks again.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” He says. “I promise I’ll call you back when I can.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You go on. “Get the evidence we need, so I can write up the next article.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says jokingly. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Jed.” You say before hanging up.

You smile as you continue your journey back to your apartment. The day was beautiful and you were in a good mood. It felt as though the events from the other day were far away, in a different time. You hope things will stay this way.

Notes:

Thank you for leaving kudos <3

[ps. I was gonna make Jed and Reader kiss but i decided it against it. Gonna make you guys wait a littleeee bit longer ;)]

Chapter 6: Polaroids

Nearly a whole month has gone by since that night. You haven’t had any strange calls or experiences. Life seems to be going back to normal. 

You weren’t planning on getting too comfortable and let your guard down though. You kept yourself on your toes at all times. You didn’t trust that the Ghostface was done with you yet.

Now you’re here, in Jed’s office, trying to piece together the article for the most recent victim patterns. A month ago, Ghostface killed a man in his apartment, a mere few blocks from your apartment. You had been assigned with writing the article the day of the crime.

You put together a precise article, with photos taken by Jed. You’d gotten a few interviews from neighbors, friends, etc. The man hadn’t been getting phone calls though. It was sudden and completely unpredicted by everyone. 

That’s what stumped you. You were chewing on your pen, glaring at your screen. Why had the Ghostface not killed you, the person he stalked and learned the pattern of. Instead he killed a random and innocent man. He broke the pattern and it made you almost feel responsible.

Your fingers traced the now forming scar near your hairline. Your concussion symptoms had ceased a while ago, you were now back in full health. But your mind still wasn’t back to normal. You were reflecting a lot on your interaction with the masked man.

Everytime you thought of the way he touched you, you got butterflies. Sickening butterflies that you wanted to crush. You tried to tell yourself it was just a trauma response, but you honestly didn’t know. 

You remember the way his hands felt on you, the way his breath felt right next to the shell of your ear. The way he talked to you. You continued to gnaw on your pen and stare off into space. Little did you know Jed was watching you from his desk.

“Someones focused.” He said with a smile.

You looked up from whatever you were staring at and looked at his face. You guiltily smiled back at him. You should be thinking of Jed in that way, not your stalker.

“Just thinking.” You say, pulling the pen away from your teeth.

“Don’t stress yourself out.” He says in a stern voice.

“Aye, aye Cap’n.” You give him a mock salute, continuing to look at your screen.

He rolls his eyes at you and you can see the faintest smile on his lips.

“So… what are you up to tonight?” You ask, too nervous to look up from your screen.

He leans back in his chair, black t-shirt straining against his front.

“I was probably just going to stay home,” He goes on. “Why?”

“I dunno…” You coo. “I was thinking about going out tonight.”

“Is that invite?” He asks with a raised brow.

“Maybe.” You said, leaning back on the loveseat, finally looking at him.

“Where are you planning on going?” He asks, studying your face.

“To a club, some rock bands are going to be playing tonight and I wanna see ‘em.”

“I’m down.” He says.

“Alright,” You say with a smile. “Tonight at 8, it’s at Club Sin.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7:30.” He assures you. “Now, back to work, rookie.”

You give him another mock salute, which earns you another roll of the eyes accompanied by a chuckle.

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You got home with a new found excitement. You had been planning to go to this show for some time, but you were even more ecstatic now that Jed was coming. You just hoped the night would go smoothly.

You had to wear something good, you wanted to feel good. You hadn’t dressed up in quite a while, leaving all your nice clothes to sit unused in your closet. You dug through your closet and eventually came up with an outfit.

You picked out a black low cut long sleeve shirt, a dark red overlay skirt, and a pair of black knee high boots you saved for dates. You dressed yourself, stopping admiring your reflection. You looked good, really good.

You decided to put on a little makeup, just some eyeliner and red lipstick to match your skirt. You style your hair while texting Elsie and Julian. 

 

-I’m going on a date with Jed tonight, im so fucking nervous…

J- oooh where u guys going

-a club, there's some bands playing tonight

J-pls tell me you’re wearing something cool

-ofc

E-show usss

 

You got ready to take a picture of yourself in the mirror, trying to get the angle correct. You saw something move out your window in the reflection of the mirror. You whirl around and stare out your bedroom window. A slight breeze blows the tree near the window.

You wait a few more more moments and turn back around. You were freaking yourself out, it was just a figment of your imagination, you told yourself. Repositioning your camera and snapping a picture. You send it to the chat and immediately get compliments from Elsie and Julian. You smile at the compliments, before noticing it was already 7:30.

You text them a quick goodbye text and get ready to leave. You put on your leather jacket as it was getting colder in the evenings. You grabbed your purse and set out to the parking lot.

You look around the dark parking lot, looking for Jed’s car. You haven't seen him yet. You open your phone to check for any new messages from him. Nothing. You switch off your phone and lean against the wall. You begin getting a little antsy, wondering where he was.

Five minutes went by before he showed up. His car pulling up right in front of you. You climbed in and he looked over at you seemingly stunned. You laugh at his face.

“What?” You ask, clicking on your seatbelt.

“You look beautiful,” He blurts out. “You always look beautiful but…”

You smile coyly, feeling your face warming up. Your heart beat picks up and you can feel that particular fluttering in your stomach.

You take a moment to look at what he is wearing. He wore a gray t-shirt, black jeans, and a leather jacket with it. His hair always pushed back, per usual.

“You look handsome, too.” You say, averting your eyes from his face.

You can see him shift faintly out of the corner of your eye. Soon enough you were moving down the road, the radio playing faintly. You tapped your foot on the surface of his car floor nervously. 

The radio was on for some background noise, it kept the car from being too quiet. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it just seemed the both of you had nothing to talk about. It was good that you were able to have comfortable silences.

As you pulled into the club parking lot you saw massive amounts of cars. This is probably the biggest social event you’ve been to in a while, even before your attack. You were slightly nervous, and you could feel it twisting like a knot in your stomach.

You both got out of the car, walking close together inside. After showing the bouncer your ID you were let inside the loud and bustling club. The first band was already on, seemingly nearing the end of their set.

“Do you want to get some drinks?” Jed leaned down and spoke into your ear.

You blushed at the close contact and nodded your head. You wormed through the crowd, following closely behind Jed. You finally reached the bar and both ordered a drink, Jed paying against your protest. You figured the alcohol would loosen you up and help with your anxiety

“Here you are.” The bartender said, sliding our drinks to us over the counter.

“Thanks.” You said with a smile.

You then both turned to walk into the crowd, eventually finding yourselves in the middle of it. The next band came on, which was one you were more familiar with. They started playing and the entire room was filled with music and people dancing. It was completely dark except for the stage lights shooting colored beams into the crowd.

You took a sip of your drink, feeling the tingling of the alcohol going down your throat. You begin nodding your head to the music, getting used to the beat of the song. You look over to Jed, seeing he is doing the same. 

Once you felt the alcohol really beginning to hit your system you moved into a slow sway. You moved from side to side, nodding your head to the rhythm. This band was sort of goth rock, a type of music you’ve grown to love. 

You down the last of your drink, letting Jed know you were going to throw out the cup. You walked to the bar, throwing your cup away at a nearby trash can. You hung out by the bar for a moment, watching Jed from afar. He seemed to be enjoying the music. 

You really wanted to make a move. But you weren’t sure how and you were really nervous in this environment. You sighed, running your hands through your hair before someone tapped your shoulder. You turned to see the bartender from earlier.

“First date?” She asks, gesturing to Jed.

“Yes- well no.” You chuckle. “This is our first official date.”

“Ah, I see.” She started pouring a shot. “Drink this, you seem stressed.”

You look down at the shot, then back at Jed. You picked up the glass and shot it back down your throat quickly. The liquor burned the back of your throat and you could feel its effects along with your previous drink kicking in. You prepared to pay for it when the lady stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it,” She said with a smile. “Go have fun.”

“Thanks.” You say, before turning to walk back to Jed.

You greet Jed briefly before returning to listening to the music. There's people all around you dancing, and almost as if contagious you start dancing too. You notice Jed is watching you and you smile at him. 

You sway closer to him, elbowing him. You're almost shimmying at this point, constantly bumping into Jed on purpose. You were trying to tease him and he knew that. Eventually he grabbed your hips from behind and you leaned back against his chest.

“Dance with me.” You said, looking up at him.

He let out a laugh but nodded. He swayed with you to the music, hand in hand. You twirled him and he did the same back. He pulled you back in, your landing back against his chest again. You continued to sway, while the music drowned out everyone around you.

You felt Jed inhale, seemingly savoring the smell of your hair. You giggled at the sensation, looking up at him. When your eyes met, you nearly melted. The look in his eyes showed you had him smitten. No one had ever looked at you in quite this way before.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, soft smile on his lips.

You turned to face Jed, grabbing him by the sides of the face and pulling him down into a kiss. You don’t know if it was the alcohol or his encouragement that made you take charge but you didn’t care. 

His lips were soft and they moved so perfectly with yours. It was almost as if your lips were made for eachother. It was a passionate kiss, one that you would expect from a couple that’s been separated for years. Your hands trailed up to the scruffy little hairs on his jaw, before trailing back down to the dark strands of hair at the base of his neck. It was like magic. You were so enchanted that you almost forgot you needed to breathe.

You pulled back, sucked air in and huffed it out, Jed followed your lips with his own. His eyes were glazed over with what looked like hunger. You felt a shiver at the intensity of the look.

You look down at his lips again, noticing your red lipstick was now adorning his lips. You chuckle and bring your hand up to wipe it away. A smile forms on his face, as he brings his hands up to the sides of your face.

At that moment you’re pretty sure you fell in love with him. His attention was completely on you, his eyes holding such an adoration. It was like you were the only two people in the world. You couldn’t hold back your smile as you went in for another kiss.

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You walked outside, the weather once cool and clear was rain now coming down in large droplets. Jed and you rushed over to his car, you climbing into the passenger side. He feels around for something and swears.

“I think I left my wallet at the bar,” He says. “I’m gonna go back and check.”

“Oh no,” Your brows furrow in concern. “Want me to help you find it?”

“No, it’s fine,” He assured you. “I don’t want you to have to run through the rain again.”

You roll your eyes, “Okay, Mr. Nice guy, go find your wallet.”

He flashes you a smile before closing the car door and running back inside. You lean back against the seat, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the windshield. It was comforting. You move your feet back to get comfortable when you hit something.

You lean down to look under the seat, seeing a fair sized cardboard box. You didn’t want to snoop, it felt like you were invading his privacy. You opened the lid slowly, seeing some type of large black fabric and what looks like polaroids. It was hard to make out what it was in the darkness of the car. You sit up fully letting the street lights illuminate the picture in your hand. Your eyes widened as you saw a brutal murder scene. A woman with multiple stab wounds and one long slash across her throat.

You’re about to pick up the black fabric when you notice Jed approaching the car and quickly close the box and slide it under the seat. He climbs in the driver seat and waves his wallet in his hand. 

“Thank god for the bartender, she found it.” He huffed a laugh.

“Yeah.” You say, wiping your sweating palms against your skirt.

The car started up and there was a quiet ride through the rain. A million thoughts shot through your mind. It’s just crime scene photos, you told yourself. Maybe Jed was right, you would have to get used to the gorey sites as a journalist. But you knew that wasn’t quite the problem–something was off.

Jed pulled up to your apartment complex, and there was a pause. You looked over at him, taking a moment to admire him. There is no sign of animosity in his gaze, only love. That helps you relax against your seat.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You said genuinely. 

“Me too.” He said, looking back at you. 

“You’re the best person I’ve met in a long time.” You say, with a shy smile.

“I could say just the same.”

You looked over at him, he was giving you that same look from earlier. You both leaned in, going in for another kiss. This one was hungrier than the last two. His hand on the side of your face, holding you close.

You felt his tongue sliver into your mouth just past your teeth. You made a surprised sound and gripped his shoulder. Your hands slinked into his hair, gripping it softly. You could feel yourself getting excited.

Your phone made a sudden loud buzzing next to you, causing you to move away for air, both of you practically gasping for it. You sat back in your seat, checking to see it was a missed call from your mother. 

“I should probably go.” You say, “I have class tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckled lightly.

You lean over to console and press a chaste kiss to his lips. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He said with a smirk.

You let out a giggle, “Bye, Jed.” You said before getting out of the car.

He honked at you before driving away into the night. You ran your fingers over your lips, remembering the feeling of him. You had it bad for him and you knew it. 

You walked inside the building, getting yourself out of the rain. Redialing your mother as you walked, you recalled the events of the night. Your phone barely got to ring once before your mom answered.

“Hi, honey, I wanted to see how you were?” She says, sounding almost concerned.

“I’m fine mom.” You say while shoving your key into the lock. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m just– I’m worried,” She sighs. “I keep seeing reports of murders in Roseville.”

“Mom, I’m okay.” You say half-heartedly, knowing that wasn’t completely true.

“I know, I know.” She sounds almost sad. “I just wanted to check in.”
“I’m doing good mom,” You smile to yourself. “I just got home from a date.”

“Really?” She exclaims. “Tell me about it!”

“His name is Jed, we met through journalist work.” You said while taking off your jacket. 

She hums in response as you continue to tell her about your relationship with him. She doesn’t interrupt, just listens until you’re done. 

“I’m so glad you’re happy, hun.” You can hear her smile through the phone.

“I am too,” You admit. “It’s a nice change of pace from highschool.”

“Yeah,” She exhales. “I know it wasn’t the best for you, but you made good from what you had.”

You grin and huff a humorless laugh, “I learned that from you.”

“I guess you did.” She remarked.

“You should come visit sometime.” You said, “Or I can visit you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She went on, “I miss you.”

“Me too, Mom.” You said tenderly.

“Well, I’ll let you relax now.” She muttered. “Bye, hun.”

“Bye mom.” You said, allowing her to hang up.

You smiled and sat your phone on the counter and went to pour yourself a glass of water. Your mother was always your number one supporter. She taught you to be as strong as you are today, "Stubborn as mules", she always says. Just as you reached the fridge your phone rang again. You figured your mom had forgotten something so you answered without giving your phone a second look.

“Yeah?” You ask.

“Miss me?” The raspy and muffled voice chuckled into the phone.

Just when you thought you were clear, your fake sense of security was shattered. You felt frustration rising up inside you, tears forming in your eyes.

Notes:

Don't mind the self projection on the reader's outfit and music taste lol. Reader and Jed finally kissed, woohoo! But they also found his secret box 😬 I also left you gus on a cliff hanger, sorry! You'll have to wait ;)

 

Thanks for leaving kudos <3

Chapter 7: Fly In A Trap

Notes:

Hey, I'm back! Hope everyone had a great Christmas/Hanukkah and is feeling well rested and ready for New Years! This update was pretty late because my internet was out all the way through Christmas and most of this week. Then I had the flu pretty bad this week and that slowed down my writing process because I was barfing LOL. But nonetheless, I am back with an update before the end of the year. I hope you all enjoy! ;)

“Why are you calling me after a month of silence?” You questioned bluntly.

“Well, I wanted to see how you’ve been.” You could practically hear his smirk. “Since the last time we spoke.”

“Spoke?” You scoffed. “You attacked me, there was barely any talking.”

“Anyways, I was calling to see how you are.” He intercepted. “I wanted to apologize.”

You let out a humorless laugh, “That’s rich coming from you.”

“Well, you look like you’re doing well.” He says nonchalantly.

You hang up the phone instantly, furrow your brows. Of course he would be outside your house, you should’ve known not to let your guard down. You don’t remember seeing any suspicious looking figures outside when you got out of Jed’s car.

You run around and lock every door and window, grabbing the same knife from before. You walk into your room, climb onto your bed and lock the window just above your bed. You take a moment to look out when you stop,  noticing what looks like a fire escape outside your window. You’d forgotten it was even there and you never bothered to check it out.

You unlatched the window and looked down at the ladder. It was fully down and led straight up to your window. This is how he’d been getting in. You didn’t want to think about how many times he’d climbed up this ladder and watched you sleep.

You reached out and pulled the crank, the creaky ladder began to lift. A clap of lightning comes from above you making you jump. You look up and see the sky was dark with streaks of purple light. You look back down and your heart nearly stops. 

The shrieking ghost mask is standing at the bottom of the ladder. Knife in hand, he mockingly waved up at you. You mumble curses and crank the ladders, faster than it was willing to go. The thing squeaked and grinded as you tried to pull it up.

The masked man jumped onto the ladder, climbing up along with your cranking. You quickly tried to crank it the opposite way to lower the ladder away from you. The crank stalls and you try to pull it with all your might but to no avail.

You, now front half drenched, pull yourself back through the window. Just as you're about to slam the window shut the man's hand comes in between the window and the sill. It makes a sickening crunch and you hear a choked cry come from the man before he falls back.

You sit there for a moment, breathing heavily before you round up the courage to look back out the window. You lift the window up and poke your head out. You don’t even get a chance to scream before the man pounces on you and covers your mouth. 

Your eyes are blown wide, looking up at the white mask. His gloved leather hand is clasped over your mouth. He’s seemingly breathing heavily as well. His legs straddled your hips, pinning you down to the bed.

“I should break your hand for that.” He growled down at you.

You turn your face away from him, hyperventilating at the thought. He backs away from your face, sighing.

“But I won’t.” He speaks calmly. “I didn’t come here to hurt you.”

If you weren’t in such a panicked state you might’ve laughed at that. The biggest serial killer in Roseville saying he “doesn’t want to hurt you” is hilarious in a fucked up way. He probably knew how it sounded to you as he looked down at your bewildered expression and he leaned back and sighed.

“Everythings gotta be a challenge with you.” He mutters, then leans back toward your face.

“Listen, I’ll let you go but if you scream,” He pulls a knife out from somewhere in his dark clothing and dangles it in front of your face.

“This is slashing straight through your pretty little neck.” He threatens while feathering the blade across your throat.

You nod under his grasp and wait as he slowly pulls his hand away. You feel yourself finally begin to stabilize your breathing without the man’s leather glove covering your face. You watch as he stands from your bed, uprighting himself to his full height. 

You scooch away from him on your bed, knees brought up in front of you as a defense of sorts. You feel like a small animal, backing away from a much larger and much scarier one. Your knuckles gripped the bed frame so hard you knew they were turning white.

“I was going to say over the phone before you hung up,” He mutters spitefully. “I need your help with something.”

You stare up at him, distaste apparent on your face. The terror of Roseville, The Ghostface killer– your goddamn stalker– wants your help? 

You scoff, “Why the fuck should I help you?” 

He taps where his chin would be mockingly, “Well, if you want to keep your little boy toy alive then you’re going to help me.”

Your eyes widened. He couldn’t mean Jed right? 

“What’s his name?” He pondered. “Jed?”

“You leave him out of this!” You snap at the man, lunging forward.

“Woah, sweetheart.” He sticks the knife in your face. “Let’s not wake your neighbors.”

You look between the knife and him for a moment before moving back. You continue to glare at him. It was one thing when it was just you, but you don’t want Jed to be brought into this mess.

“What do you want?” You ask finally.

“I need you to plant some evidence on another guy.” He speaks evenly.

You raise a brow at him, “What do you mean?”
“Look, I’m not too fond of the cops getting too close to me and my plans.”

“Since you’re working firsthand at my crime scenes, you can sprinkle in some evidence.” He pats his hands together. “Win, win.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” You huff out and shake your head.

He laughed at that, “Obviously.”

“You’re telling me that you want me to tamper with evidence?” You restate his request.

“Bingo.” He replies flatly.

You stare at him, pondering all the thoughts swimming in your mind. You thought of Jed, your future career, and the man in front of you. You didn’t trust him by any means, but something about him just coaxed you into his trap. Maybe it's that honey laced voice thats just so familiar.

“Alright, fine.” You agree apprehensively.

“Great, just what I wanted to hear.” You could hear the smugness in his tone.

“But,” You say. “You have to promise you’ll keep Jed out of this.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, he’ll be safe.” 

You nod in response, still staring up at him. 

“Seems like you really like this Jed guy.” He comments. 

He looks you up and down, “I’m jealous, Sweetheart.”

You give him a look, “Anyways, what exactly do I need to do this?”

“Oh right,” He says, pulling an envelope from inside his cloak. 

He hands it to you carefully and you take a moment to inspect the seemingly normal looking envelope. When you begin to open it he stops your hand causing you to look up at him in confusion.

“Don’t touch the contents inside without gloves,” He advises you before pulling his hand away. “Unless you wanna take the fall for me, babe.”

You gave him another look which received a laugh from him. 

“That would be real romantic, wouldn’t it?” He questioned, white mask staring back into your face.

“Sure.” You said curtly before setting the envelope off to the side. 

The man began to head toward your window again and you called out to him before he could slide down the ladder once again.

“Where should I leave this stuff, there aren’t any new crime scenes?” You ask.

“Oh,” He shrugs. “They haven’t found him yet.”

And with that, he waves you goodbye and disappears out your window into the night. You sit on your bed, defenses still kicked in and too stunned to speak. It just seems like your life gets messier and messier as the time goes by. 

You scramble over to the window where he’d just exited mere seconds ago. You looked down the ladder and saw no sign of anyone. It was like he’d never been there at all. Sneaky bastard, you thought while cranking the ladder that had magically started working again.

You sit back and look at the envelope, cursing at yourself. This decision could change your life forever– your future career could be over if anyone ever knew. You could be charged with tampering of a crime scene–or worse accomplice to murder.

But you thought of Jed and you knew you had to do it. If there is anything worse than being an accomplice to a serial killer, it’s having someone killed because of something you didn’t do. You didn’t even want to think about losing the man you’d just spent the night with.

You finally get up from your bed to take off your clothes. The once good night had been soiled with another occurrence with this masked man. It seemed as though he only pestered you when you were finally beginning to move on from him.

You’d thought about going to the police many times, but what are they going to do? You’ve seen what this guy can do and you know a few policemen outside wouldn’t stop him from getting to you. He would probably kill you before you even make it inside the police station. You were completely stuck in this situation–like a fly in a trap. 

 

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The events of the previous left you with…an odd feeling to say the least next morning. You woke up, makeup from the previous night still on and knife clutched in one hand while you slept. As anticipated from the two whole hours of sleep you got, you felt like shit. But you still had some classes during the day and a shift at work.You put on a hoodie and some sweatpants and rolled–makeup from the previous night still on. 

The day was fairly easy, with two lectures where you just zoned out the entire time. You just couldn’t focus with everything going on in your head right now. A few of your in class acquaintances seemed a bit worried about you but didn’t bother to interrogate you.

By the end of your second lecture you were out the door and back on your way home. You decided to take a shower and sleep until your shift at work. The shower was much needed as you still had dried mascara stuck to your face from freaking out.

As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light, as the day time was the only time you could ever get any rest without full on paranoia. It was a very restful sleep and you weren’t sure how long you were out. You heard the distant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand which eventually woke you up.

You picked it up, switching on the bright screen and squinting in the dark room. It was 5:30, meaning you would have to leave soon for your shift at 6. You sigh and sit up, unlocking your phone to see who had been blowing up your phone. You see about six missed texts from Jed. He sent you a video, one that seems to be off the news channel.

You click on the link and watch the video.

“Thirty-two year old Rowan Norris was found murdered in his apartment last night.”

That was all you needed to hear to know who it was. You stopped the video, not wanting to see the rest of it. You shot Jed a quick text letting him know you’ll be at the office tomorrow and that you’re heading off to work. 

You crawled out of bed and stretched, you knew it was going to be a long shift. You put on your work uniform of jeans and the company shirt before heading out the door. You stopped as soon as you made it a step out the door, noticing a small sticky note on the ground. You picked it up and read the short message on the front.

“I know you saw the news. I need you to leave what I gave you at the scene. Make it look authentic, scatter it around. Don’t get caught.”

There was no signature left on the note but you knew exactly who it was from. You crumbled up the note and threw it in your bag. You wished you could just go back inside to sleep and forget about everything. But life isn’t that easy, you’ve learned.

Driving to work, you were mostly on auto-pilot, barely remembering the entire drive there. You barely make it a few steps inside the building before your co-workers are walking up to you. You set your bag and coat down under your counter and turn to check yourself in for your shift.

“Hey guys.” You greet, still preoccupied with the computer screen in front of you.

“Hey…” They both responded, seeming hesitant and slightly nervous.

You finally look up from the screen, noticing their nervous faces. You furrowed your brows and turned to give them your full attention.

“What?” You ask, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Did… did you hear about that murder last night?” Julian asks apprehensively.

“Oh…yeah.” You say, unsure why they were so affected by this particular murder.

“It was less than a ten minute walk from your apartment complex.” Elsie informs you.

You hadn’t seen the location in the report as you turned it off too soon. That meant he must’ve killed that guy just before he came to visit you. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought. And the fact he was so calm after just slaughtering someone.

“We were worried because you went out last night.” Julian added.

“Oh..” You were unsure what to say with a million things running through your mind.

“We’re just glad you’re alright, girl.” Julian sighed.

“Yeah, just kinda scared us knowing it happened so close to you.” Elsie nodded along with Julian.

You nodded, “I’m fine, I’ll just have to be more…cautious.” 

Both of your friends nodded, “Now let's get to work and stop freaking out Y/N.” Julian says.

“And I'll be on the floor, helping out nerds.” Elsie says, giving a mock solute before walking off into the store.

You felt bad lying to your friends that clearly cared so much for you. It felt like everytime you lied to them about your current state that you were betraying them in a way. You hated it everytime. But you just couldn’t get them involved in this.

 

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When you got off work you finally decided to look at the contents of the envelope. Carefully you slipped on some medical grade gloves (provided by Elsie). You undid the flap on the top and reached inside. A polaroid ripped in half, with the victim on one side and a man you didn’t recognize on the other.

You set the polaroid back in the envelope, then grabbed the second object. You cringed as you pulled out a lock of someone's hair. It was brown and quite curly, and you thought it looked way too similar to the man in the photo. It looked to have also been tainted by blood, as a dark liquid was crusted towards the ends.

You made a disgusted face and put the hair back in the envelope. You sat the envelope back in its hiding spot and returned to the kitchen. You had to really think about how you were going to sneak this stuff into the crime scene. 

You can’t just throw it around and act surprised, you need to make it look natural.You knew they were going to take forensic evidence of everything, at least a couple times over.You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. What have you gotten yourself into?

Suddenly your phone rings from inside your pocket. You pull it out to see and incoming call from Jed. You answer and greet him with a simple “Hello?”.

“Hey, are you busy tonight?” He asks.

“No,” You reply. “I just got off work, why?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and talk about some possible leads.”

“Oh,” You say. “Sure, where?”

“At a local bar,” He goes on. “I can pick you up in a few if you’re up for it?”

“Sure.” You say while going to your room to change out of your work clothes.

“See you soon.” He says before hanging up.

Something about that phrase made you stop. It sounded oddly familiar coming from him but in a way you can’t describe. You weren’t sure what this sudden gut feeling was, but it really stubbed you.

You brushed it off and continued to get ready for what you hoped would be a work date. You switched into some looser green jeans and your favorite band hoodie. You brushed out your hair and put on some perfume. You never really did things like that when going to hang out with people before. Maybe Jed just had that effect on you.

He texted a simple “I’m here” and you were practically out the door and down the stairs in minutes. You’d broughten along your bag full of all your current research and leads. You’d actually done a lot of research on the area of Roseville. It’s crimrates, well-known (and unwell-known) local criminals, and previous homicides. 

You noticed his black sedan immediately and climbed into the passenger seat. He looked extremely tired today, like he’d stayed up all night. His eye bags were deeper and his dark circles were darker. Somehow he still managed to look good.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked with a giggle.

He raises a brow, confused to what you might be gesturing to.

“You look exhausted.” You say with a more concerned tone.

“Oh yeah.” He rubs the back of his head. “I was up all day and night.”

“Jesus,” You say, genuinely shocked. “I know you’re busy with the murders and all but you need to rest!”

His eyes widened at your sudden lecturement. You realize your own tone and recollect yourself.

“I sound like my mom…” You laugh pinching the bridge of your nose.

He laughs along with you, “I hate to admit it, but you’re right.” He says, looking over at you.

“I know it’s easy to get super caught up in your research.” You say, trying to relate to him.

“But sometimes overworking yourself is the worst thing to do.” You advise.

You look over at him again and he's looking at you almost lovingly. You smile and raise a brow.

“What?” You question his sudden change of mood.

“Nothing,” He smiles back at you.

There was a moment where the two of you looked back and forth between your lips and your eyes. At once your bodies gravitated toward each other and your lips were interlocked. Your hands found their way to the sides of his face, his stubble tickling your palms.

It was a short and more natural kiss, one of a long term couple. You pulled away after a moment and smiled as he followed your lips. You put your hand against his chest, restricting him from kissing you again.

“Alright, alright.” You chuckle. “Let’s go to this bar before it gets too late.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says, putting the car into drive. He allows you to put on your seat belt before driving off from your apartment complex.

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Chapter 8: Suspect

Notes:

First update of 2023! This chapter is a little slow but I'm saving more for the next one. Dw there will be more spicy content soon ;)

Jed and you sat in a booth inside the slow yet cozy bar. You both decided to order some drinks in the meantime to get the conversation flowing. Eventually, the two of you began to discuss your research. You pulled out your notes, copies of police reports, victims family/friends list, witness list, crime scene photos and more– splaying them across the table.

“This is pretty much what I have so far.” You say gesturing to everything as a whole.

You watched him scan over everything you laid down on the table. He stopped at a certain man’s criminal record on the victim’s friend list. You watched as he reached out to point at it, his right hand was bandaged and from what you could see it was bruised.You furrowed your brows, wondering what he’d done to himself.

“Is your hand alright?” You ask out of genuine concern, reaching out to grab it gently.

His eyes widened and then relaxed once again. “Oh, yeah…” He says, seemingly embarrassed. “Accidentally slammed it in my desk drawer while I was half asleep.”

“I told you about working late.” You scold, while gently smoothing your fingertips over the deep purple under his bandages.

His eyes watch your fingers dance over the back of his hand, flickering with interest. Once you finally let go of his hand his eyes return to yours, a small grin falling over his lips.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Embarrassed from your previous actions.

“This guy, I’ve heard of him before.” He says digging through his own bag of research.

He pulls out a mugshot and slides it across the table to you. You can feel your eyes bulging out of your skull at the sight of the curly haired man in the photo. You could tell it was the same man that was in the polaroid you’d been given. His name was Scott Parker, 34 years old, and he went to the same highschool as the victim.

Only, in this picture he looked extremely roughed up and definitely nearing some sort of psychotic break. In the polaroid he seemed a lot younger and more put together. You read quickly through his list of charges: assault, stalking, breaking and entering, and theft. He seemed like the perfect candidate to be a homicidal masked stalker. But you knew he wasn’t the man you are looking for.

“The criminal record adds up.” You say, sliding the records back over to Jed.

“And get this,” He starts. “Three weeks before Mr. Norris’s murder, Mr. Parker broke into his house.” 

“Norris woke up with him standing over him in the middle of the night.” Jed explains.

“Did he attack him or anything?” You asked, hoping the answer was yes.

“No, surprisingly.” Jed corrected. “He ran off after Norris called the cops and we still haven’t found him.”

“Jesus…” You mutter. “Seems like the type, but still he never attacked Norris?”

“He’s not completely innocent though.” Jed says. “He’s got multiple assault cases.”

“I saw that on the report.” You nod. “It also says he’s charged with stalking?”
“Yeah,” Jed starts, pushing forward a certain report. “This woman reported him for stalking in the early months when the murders first started.”

“So, maybe when he was just starting out he was sloppier and got caught?”

“Bingo.” Jed says. 

You stopped and looked at him again. Why did that phrase sound so familiar? He didn’t give you enough time to think as he began talking again.

“I think we should interview some people that are close to him and then interview witnesses to see if the accounts line up,” He suggests.

“Good idea.” You nod, agreeing with him. 

“Okay, now we should go through the witness list and pick through the ones that seem more believable.”

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After wrapping up at the bar, Jed informed you that he was going to stop somewhere and pick up something. You agreed to go with but you hadn’t expected the place to be so sketchy.

“Jed, are you sure we should be here?” You ask, looking down the dark street. Damp and dark alleyways lining the street.

“It’s fine, this guy never lets me down.” He says while sliding on his jacket.

“Okay.” You decide to trust him against your better judgment.

“This won’t take long.” He says, before slamming the car door shut.

You watch him walk down the street and pop into one of the many dark streets. You sigh to yourself, praying to whatever higher being that you won’t have to save Jed from being shanked in a dark alleyway. Your leg bounces up and down anxiously, gently rocking the car.

Your leg suddenly hits something under the seat. You remember the little cardboard box you’d found. You scanned the alley Jed had ducked into and when you don’t see any sign of anyone you bend down and grab the box. You set it on your lap and pull the lid off, setting it on the dashboard.

You pull out your phone and shine the flashlight over the contents. Most of it looks like normal junk. Some extra polaroid film, batteries, scraps of cloth, a few empty or half empty water bottles, notepads with scribbled out words. You root through the box a little more until you reach the very bottom. Under all of that stuff was a small plastic bag with some weed in it. You laugh aloud and shake your head. You felt stupid, it was as if you expected to find something alarming.

You put the lid back on the box and ram it back under the seat, just in time to see Jed walking back around the corner of the alley. You watch him get into the car, cold air coming in as he did so. You notice he has a box of stuff and raise a brow.

“What’s in it?” You ask.

“This here, is everything we need to know about our guy Scott.” Jed says with a smile.

He pulls the lid off and it’s filled with criminal records, mugshots, lists of family members and more. Jed grabs the first criminal record and reads off the address on it, then turns to look at you.

“What, are we gonna stalk him?” You ask in confusion.

“I wouldn’t say “stalk”.” He mutters. “Think of it as a private investigation.”

“An illegal investigation.” You correct sarcastically with a click of your tongue .

He sighs, “If you don’t want to be involved, I understand but I think this-”

“Who said I didn’t want to be involved?” You interrupt, giving him a smirk.

He huffed a laugh, “That’s my girl.”

Your stomach fluttered at his words. You lean over and press a kiss to his lips impulsively. He looks over at you as you pull away, almost stunned.

“Alright, time to go home,” You lean back into your seat. “I can’t stay out all night.”

He shrugged and gave you a grin, as if to say “sure you can’t” sarcastically. You shake your head at him and chuckle. He starts up the car and drives back into the better lit and less threatening part of the city. 

As he pulled up in front of your apartment you really didn’t want to leave. You’d surprisingly had a good time for being tired from work and spending the last bit of your “date” in a dark sidestreet. 

“I guess I should go.” You mutter, looking over at him. “I have class tomorrow and it's already midnight.”

“Yeah,” He says, almost disappointed. “You’ll be at the office tomorrow though, right?”

“Of course.” You reply with a nod.

“Good,” He continues. “We’re going to visit the most recent crime scene, and i’d rather have you there than be by myself.”

The memory of the previous night and what you’d agreed to combat with Jed’s sentence. Part of you was freaking out at the fact you had to plant evidence against a (semi) innocent man. And the other half was excited that Jed enjoyed your presence.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You said, unbuckling your seatbelt.

As you reached for the door Jed stopped you, grabbing you gently by the shoulder. You turn to face him and he immediately leans in for a kiss. You gratefully accept it, allowing his lips to slide against yours. 

You didn’t realize it but you began smiling into the kiss. Your hands came up to cup his jaw, pressing him even closer.He pulled away this time, seemingly stopping him from getting carried away. You wished it would’ve kept going but you did need to get inside.

“We can continue this tomorrow when I’m not exhausted.” You say while climbing out of the car.

“Promise?” Jed asks, with a devious grin.

“Promise.” You say, rolling your eyes lightheartedly.

You close the door and trot up the steps and into your apartment complex. You notice your landlord, Amalia, immediately and give her a smile as a greeting. You expected the interaction to stop there but she starts a conversation.

“Is that your boyfriend or something?” She asks, her greek accent thick on her words.

“Or something.” You reply with a shrug.

“You two seem very close, it’s admirable.” She says with a smile.

“I guess we are” You say nonchalantly. 

“Oh don’t give me that,” She bats her hand at you.

“I see his car around all the time,” She tucks a curl behind her ear.

You quirk a brow at that. Sure the two of you hang out once or twice a week outside of work but not “all the time”. You figured it was just that she was over exaggerating. 

“Oh yeah?” You reply, not really paying it much mind.

“Yeah,” She nods. “Saw his car on the security cameras the other night.”

You paused at that, giving her a look of confusion. Jed had most definitely not come over the other night.

“Really?” You ask. “Because I didn’t invite him over yesterday.”

“Oh?” She shrugs. “Maybe I saw something wrong, I don’t know.”

“Happens all the time,” You say, brushing off the weird feeling you were getting.

“Well, I’ll stop pestering you now.” She says, waving you off. 

You begin to walk away, when you're intercepted by her voice.

“Oh and Y/N!” She calls out, causing you to turn and look at her.

“You should keep that man around, I can tell he adores you.” She says warmly.

A smile slowly creeps onto your face and you give her a nod.

“Night, Amalia.” You say, while continuing to your room.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You hear her say distantly as you step into the elevator.

You reach your floor in a few moments and make the minute long trudge to your door. You slide your key in and throw open the door. The extent of your exhaustion hadn’t hit you until you crossed the threshold of your apartment.

You kick off your shoes by the door and throw your bag to the side. You walk through the dimly lit apartment and into your bedroom. You crash onto your bed and immediately cuddle up under your covers. You drift off into sleep, drearily remembering a sound outside your window.

 

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You wake up, flailing forward, scaring yourself into an upright position. Your chest is heaving and ice cold sweat clings to your body and sheets. It was just a dream. You barely remember it, but the only thing you remember is the flash of a camera.

You sigh and grab your phone off the nightstand and immediately squint your eyes at the obnoxiously bright screen. It was only five in the morning, meaning you had gotten less than four hours of sleep. You knew you weren’t going to fall back asleep so you reluctantly got out of bed.

You padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the room quickly filling up with steam. You pulled your clothes off and hopped into the scorching shower. You soaked your hair and cleansed it thoroughly. It felt nice to wash away the must of earlier.

Still tired and in an almost half-awake state, your mind began to wonder. First the thoughts were innocent: thinking of you and Jed’s relationship, your hangout from last night, the kiss you shared. Your mind wandered off into a more…raunchy place.

You recalled the feeling of Jed’s lips on yours, his hand trailing up your side, the way he followed your lips desperately when you pulled away. Your hand slowly slid down, delving between your thighs. You weren’t sure how long it’d been since you’d properly pleasured yourself. You were either too busy or too tired to think about sexual stuff.

You began to rub slow circles into your sensitive bud, imagining Jed’s hands all over you. You let out sensual huffy noises, not bothering to keep quiet. It really had been a while, you were already close. 

Sometime during your steamy session your mind had wandered off, and you were no longer thinking about just Jed. You couldn’t put a finger on it until those leather gloves came to mind. You imagined his deep and raspy voice from those calls and the way he touched you the other night.

Your fingers moved faster and your voice raised in pitch. With a few more circles and you were moaning out in release. You leaned against the shower wall for a moment, trying to catch your breath.

When you finally composed yourself you felt ashamed. You thought about a murder and your stalker while you touched yourself. But most of all you were pissed off that he was able to worm himself into your subconscious like that. Your only method of coping was to push the thoughts away and go on with your day.

You continued to angrily scrub yourself off before shutting off the water and climbing out of the shower. You wrapped your towel around yourself and made your way into your bedroom. You slid on a clean pair of undergarments and a t-shirt overtop. While shimmying on your jeans, you noticed something placed on your window sill. 

You move forward and see that it is a polaroid photo. You pick it up and stare down at a picture of you from last night, seemingly fast asleep. A gloved hand interlocked in your hair, almost in an affectionate way. You feel your stomach twisting, from sickness or excitement–you couldn’t tell.

You flip the polaroid to the back and see a message written in black pen. 

“Aren’t you lovely when you’re sleeping? I could almost sit and watch you all night. But I have things to do, And so do you. You remember our deal, right? I need you to get it done tonight or the deal is off. I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night, I promise. See you soon.” 

“Fuck.” You cursed aloud. 

You knew you had to go through with the plan, for the sake of yourself and everyone close to you. You studied the photo for a moment longer, especially the hand in your hair. You felt your heart rate quicken, catching yourself once again with these thoughts.

You stored the photo in a box underneath your bed along with the evidence given to you by the masked man before continuing with your morning routine. You headed into the kitchen in search of food and found nothing particularly enticing. You were low on food anyways so you would have to go to the store later today.

You put on your jacket and shoes, deciding to just go out for breakfast. It had already been a strange morning, so being in your apartment much longer didn’t sound particularly enjoyable. You left the building, already feeling lighter being out in broad daylight. 

You got in your car and drove to a nearby cafe that you’d eaten at a few times before. It was small but cozy and the food was always good. When you arrived, you sat at a small one person table off to the side. It was still very early so you’d arrived before the breakfast rush. 

A peppy waitress took your order almost immediately, noting it and trotting back to the kitchen. You take the time to look over some stuff your coworkers had sent in the groupchat last night before the waitress returns with your food. You thank her with a smile before chowing down on your breakfast sandwich.

You text your coworkers as you finish up your sandwich, letting them know you might be running a little late for your shift due to your internship. Thinking about your internship then made you think about Jed. You thought about your kiss last night, a smile appearing on your face at the thought. Though you were troubled by one thing–what exactly were you and Jed?

You weren’t sure what he wanted from you. Did he just want to be fuckbuddies or something more? You hoped it was the latter. But he still hadn’t tried to make anything official, and neither had you. You weren’t usually one to jump into a relationship this quick but Jed was different. You finished up your coffee and was out the door by seven thirty, on the way to your first class of the day.

 

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It was nearing four o’clock, meaning you were on your way to the most recent victim's house. The items given to you by the masked man sitting on your passenger seat. The contents' presence sat heavy in the atmosphere of the car, creating an unbroken silence all the way there.

As you pulled up outside the house you felt your nerves reaching an all time high. You felt like your entire body was shaking and if you moved too fast you would pass out. You turned off the car and shoved the medical grade bags of evidence into your pocket.

You slid your medical gloves on before touching the doorknob to the house. You stepped inside, smelling a mix of sanitary products and the faint metallicness of blood. You looked around the doorway, seemingly no signs of forced entry.

“Jed?” You called out, getting no response. 

You walk farther into the home, nearing the kitchen. You could see where blood splatters once were more prominent. You noted a large dark red stain on the corner of the marble counter– it looked like the victim's head had been smashed against it. 

The room was unusually cold, even for a vacant home. You noticed the large kitchen window and moved toward it. You noticed the lock was seemingly on but you were able to lift it with ease. This is how he must’ve got in– you thought with a queasy feeling in your stomach.

You felt someone touch your shoulder from behind, causing you to whirl around with a loud gasp. You were met with the familiar face of Jed, eyes wide from your reaction. He took a step back arms up in a show of surrender.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized with a half smile.

You sighed, wondering how you hadn’t even heard him walk into the room. You figured he was extremely light on his feet or something. 

“It’s fine.” You mutter, embarrassed from your overreaction.

“What were you looking at?” He asks.

You turn back to the window. “I think this is where the Ghostface got in.” You said, cringing internally at the sound of the nickname.

You demonstrated your test with the lock and he nodded. “I think you're onto something.”

He walks into the other room leaving you alone in the kitchen once again. You figured now was the time to plant the hair. You pulled it out of your bag, looking over your shoulder periodically to make sure Jed wasn’t watching. 

You planted it sparsely by the many stains of blood, to give the effect there had been a struggle. You straightened up quickly as Jed walked back into the room. You decided to cover up your suspiciousness with conversation.

“So, have you gone by our suspect's house yet?” You ask.

“Yeah,” He replies in a sigh. “But I didn’t see any sign of life when I did.”

“You think he ran off?” You suggest.

“Nah,” He denies. “But he might’ve gone into hiding somewhere else until the excitement dies down.”

You hum in response, “Think we should do a stakeout at his house?”

“That’s not a bad idea.” He nods, seemingly fond the suggestion.

“It’s a date.” You say sarcastically. 

The two of you head upstairs, periodically talking and telling each other something they found. While in the man’s bedroom you decided to plant the polaroid. You placed it in one of his books, allowing it to stick out of the top like a bookmark.

Soon enough your “investigation” was wrapping up. You felt a sense of relief from finally getting the dreadful task over with, and without Jed noticing. The two of you exited the house and discarded your gloves. Jed walked you to your car, noticing now that the sky was now growing darker.

“Call me whenever you’re feeling up for that stakeout.” You say while leaning against your driver side door.

“Will do.” Jed says with a smile.

You stare at him for a moment, admiring his handsome face. He gives you a questioning look, and you smile and pull him into a kiss. It was short and sweet, leaving your lips tingling from the sensation.

“I gotta get going,” You announce. “But I’ll see you soon, right?”

“Yes, you will.” He grins, eyes narrowing slightly as if there was something humorous about the question.

You gave him another quick peck, that he tried to lengthen, before climbing into your car. You waved him goodbye before driving off toward your workplace.

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Chapter 9: Passanger

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I'm finally back with a new chapter! Sorry it took so long, I've been depriving you guys for a month! I hope I can make it up to you with the content of this chapter 😏. The next one is already in the works so hopefully that'll be out soon (no promises tho). Anyways hope you enjoy and thanks for the support!

About two weeks had gone by since you planted that evidence, and still no word from the masked man. You’d started to almost get paranoid about it, wondering if your scheme had truly worked out or not. All news stations were quiet about the murders, no new updates coming about.

The only thing you had to focus on was school and work. Though your mind often wandered, you’d begin to think about the masked man a lot. A lot more than you initially thought you were.You’d be thinking about something and slowly he made his way into your thoughts. You would shoo the thoughts away but eventually they just kept coming back.

Soon enough you were waking up thinking about this man. You were fueled by anger and sexual frustration. You even began hoping he would sneak in through your window again and just take you over completely.

While on the other hand, you were thinking of Jed. The sweet romantic side of your thoughts, the more pleasing side. You and him had decided that today,Friday, would be your first stakeout. The thought of spending hours in a car with Jed wasn’t too preposterous. 

If anything, you really wanted to get to talk to him about what's going on between the two of you. You want to know if this is something or just another attempt at a hookup. You really hoped it wasn’t the latter. You liked what you had going with Jed, it was refreshing after dating nothing but douchebags for years.

As you were getting ready for Jed to pick you up you mentally went over what you were going to say to him. You packed your camera, a notepad to mark down any events, and some energy drinks and snacks. You figured you would be staying at this man's house till the wee hours of the morning, so you’d need to be wide awake.

You received a text from Jed saying he was outside. You grab your things and head downstairs. You give your landlady a quick greeting before exiting the building. You see the black sedan parked right in front of the steps and smile to yourself.You climb into the passenger seat, Jed’s attention immediately shifting to you.

“Hey,” He greeted with a soft smile, his peachy lips curling at the corners. “Ready to stalk a grown man all night?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You say snorting at his comment. 

He begins to drive, the evening sky beginning to turn a beautiful shade of orange and pink. It was nearing seven o’clock, meaning the sun would be setting by the time we arrived at the man’s house. 

“You do this type of thing a lot?” You ask, trying to hide your underlying nerves.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He nods and looks over at you with a grin.

“So, you’re experienced in stalking?” You ask sarcastically.

“I’d say so.” He joked, eyes flickering to you and hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

Something about that set you off, and you weren’t sure why. The two of you were just joking around, right? You weren’t sure why but his behavior just rubbed you the wrong way. Sure his external voice was humorous and sarcastic, but his physical behavior was just…off.

You figured you were just overreacting, as this man probably does this kind of thing a lot. Maybe he’s embarrassed about it and doesn’t want you to think he’s weird. Whatever the reason, you’re sure it was a normal one.

You finally came to a stop on a long, quiet street. There were a few surrounding homes and you were unsure which were the target’s until Jed pointed at a navy blue home at the end of the street. He had parked a few houses down from the house, so as to not draw attention.

“We’ll sit here and make sure nothing suspicious happens,” He explains. “If he leaves the house we’ll follow him.”

“Got it.” You say, shifting in your seat. “Might as well get comfortable.”

 

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About three hours have gone by and you were already growing bored. You and Jed had been chatting on and off about different topics the entire time. You mostly talked about school, work, family or just swapping funny stories from prior years.

The sun had fully set by now, meaning the night had officially begun. The street was dark all except for a few janky street lights awkwardly spaced between the houses. It was almost eerie, but you knew this man wasn’t the one you were looking for. Which made your guilt consume you even more. You could feel a pit in your stomach, an uneasy feeling that you couldn’t shake.

You look over at Jed and he’s intently watching your surroundings. Something about the reminder of his presence ceased some of your worry. He makes you feel safe, safer than anyone had ever before.He notices your staring and finally looks at you. 

“What?” He asks. You can tell he’s on high alert, waiting for the target to make a move.

“Nothing, just…” You trail off. You figured if there was a time to bring up your relationship, it was now.

“Just thinking about you.” You reply, gazing off into the street. 

“Us.” You add, giving him brief eye contact.

He sighs, “I have been too, actually.” He admits, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, feeling nervous as to what he was going to say next.

“Yeah,” He nods. “I really like you, I mean a lot.” He maintains eye contact the entire time.

You can feel all of the uneasiness in your stomach be replaced by butterflies. You can feel your heart pounding faster and your mouth suddenly runs dry. You aren’t how to put what you feel into words.

“Ever since you walked in that classroom,” He huffs a humorless laugh. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I feel the same way.” You manage out finally. “I’ve never met someone like you before, you’re just…different.” You mutter, unable to look at him while speaking.

You looked up at him finally, his dark eyes somehow illuminated by the shitty lighting. There was a pause before you gravitated toward each other, lips meeting in a rush. It was a hungry, almost starved kiss. It was like the two of you were just waiting for the other to make a genuine move.

You felt a shiver run up your spine as he deepened the kiss, tongue sliding just past your teeth to tease you. If he wanted to tease, well then two can play that game. You broke the kiss and climbed over the center console, seating yourself on his firm upper thighs.

You saw a bit of shock in his eyes that quickly turned to lust. You moved back in for his lips, your hands moving into his dark locks. His hands slithered onto your body, one on your thigh and the other pulling you in closer by your waist until your pelvises were touching. 

You made a noise at the sudden friction, suddenly you were very aroused. Jed pulled away this time, eyes burning into yours. You ground your hips into his experimentally, receiving a groan from him. You can feel him beginning to harden underneath you, his grip on your body tightening. 

You muster up the courage to look him in the eyes and find his dark ones already peering back into yours. They were so dark in that moment, so fixated on you it was almost scarily erotic. It was almost like you were seeing a completely different side of him.

You continued to grind your hips down into him, the both of you releasing small gasps and groans from time to time. Jed’s hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head. Your skin prickled with goosebumps, not only from the cold air but the way he admired your exposed skin. 

Just as he went to unhook your bra he stopped, seemingly noticing something out the window. You raise a brow and turn to look where he was looking. You see the target walking around outside, stumbling into his car. You mutter a curse and climb off of Jed, grabbing your shirt and slipping it back over your head. 

“Fuck,” He says, starting up the car and making sure the lights were off.

The man started his car and began to drive off, the two of you distantly following behind. You were extremely embarrassed now, as you had been so worked up mere minutes ago and forgotten all about your job. Not only that but you had to make sure Jed believed this was the guy you were looking for, for his life’s sake.

The man drove for some time, taking strange side streets and often swerving. You figured he was drunk or high, but just hoping he wouldn’t crash. Eventually you drove down a familiar street, the house of the most recent victim. The man parked his car in front of the house and Jed parked a few houses back from the man.

You both watched with anticipation as the man got out of his car and drunkenly trotted into the yard. You could both faintly hear him begin to shout things at the house, stomping his feet in the grass and kicking up the dirt. You both snapped your heads toward the next door house as their porch light flicked on.

You could now see more of the man and he looked rough. His hair in clumped patches atop his head, his face red with anger, tattered clothing, and booze in hand. An older woman walked out onto the porch and began calling to the man. You couldn’t hear anything so you rolled down your window and grabbed a tape recorder.

“Get the hell out of here!” The woman shouted at the man, gripping her night robe.

“Don’t tell me what to do bitch!” The man shouted back.

“I’m going to call the cops!” She yelled back, moving for the door. 

That severely pissed him off as he began to rush toward her, face turning even redder.

“I’m gonna show snot nosed bitches like you what happens when they can’t keep their mouths shut!” He slurred while running at her drunkenly.

The woman beat him to the door and slammed it shut behind her. The man kicked, punched and screamed at the door, spitting every curse in the book. You couldn’t believe the screaming match you just witnessed. The man stopped after another minute, then ran back to his car and drove off, Jed following suit. 

The car is thick with tension, the both of you watching every move of the car in front of you. You watch the cops race by you and back toward the woman’s house. The man turns down another sidestreet and you instantly get nervous. Jed drives past the street and parks down the road, as the alley was too short for him not to notice Jed’s car.

“I saw him parking, we have to follow him on foot from here.” Jed says, unbuckling his seatbelt in a hurry.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You mutter, unbuckling your own seatbelt and pulling on your hoodie.

You grabbed your camera before following Jed down the alley. You both just barely see the man slink inside a rundown looking building. A lantern comes on in one of the dirty windows and you can see the man walking around.

“Can you see what he’s doing?” You whisper over to Jed.

“Not really.” He whispers back.

The two of you watch the windows in silence, waiting for any sudden movements that may indicate what the man was doing. After a few more minutes of silence and stillness, the lights in the building went off.

“What’s he doing?” You whispered to Jed.

“I don’t know…” He trailed off. “Let’s just wait a few minutes.”

And that's just what you did, you waited. First ten minutes went by, then fifteen, then twenty, then twenty-five and suddenly half an hour had gone by. You were leaning against one of the damp buildings, Jed standing nearby.

“I think he’s sleeping in there tonight…” Jed whispered to you. “We’ll have to try again some other time.”

The two of you decide to give up for the night and head back to the car. It was now eleven o’clock, nearing midnight. Your plans to get more intimate with Jed were soiled and you didn’t even get any more intel on the suspect. But the night wasn’t a total fail, as you finally knew that Jed felt the same way as you. 

You’d fallen asleep in the car on the way back to your apartment. When Jed pulled up to the building, he gently shook you. You stirred for a moment before sitting up and stretching. 

“Someones tired.” Jed said with a humorous smile.

“Not all of us can be pro stalkers.” You mumble while gathering your things.

When you finally packed away everything into your bag you turned to Jed. Before you could say anything, he leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t a very long kiss, but he didn’t immediately move away from your face. Instead he pressed his lips against your neck, while his hand feathered across your outer thigh.

“We should continue what happened earlier sometime.” He whispered into your ear.

You felt shivers run through your body at the feeling of his touch. He pulled back just enough to see your expression, dark eyes trained to your face to watch your reaction. His lips turned into a smile, almost like he enjoyed your embarrassment.

You playfully pushed him away and unbuckled your seatbelt, “Tease.” You said before getting out of the car. You felt his eyes follow you all the way to the door and you turned and waved. It was too dark to tell if he returned the gesture, but you didn’t really care whether he did or not. 

 

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The next day you were back on schedule, classes in the morning and work in the afternoon. You went through the motions of the day like usual, but today you felt distracted. You were on autopilot all day, you were too busy thinking about the previous night.

You began to really wonder who the real Ghostface is, and it prodded at you all day. You knew for sure the guy from last night wasn’t the same man who’d snuck in and out of your home multiple times. The masked man was so familiar, yet you couldn’t put your finger on why.

His voice–although likely altered by a voice changer– sounds oddly familiar. The thought of it being Julian popped into your head and you audibly snorted. You received a few glances from people sitting near you and silently apologized. 

The bell rang and you were out the door in seconds, ready to go see your friends at work. As you drove, you saw multiple cop cars zooming past and behind you. They were heading in all different directions, and you began to worry.

You heard the familiar chime of the automatic doors as you walked into the store, walking over to your register. You noticed Julian and Elsie crowded around the small TV in the corner of the ceiling. 

You walked over to them, “What are you watching?” You ask.

They both jumped, causing you to flinch back in surprise. 

“Woah, are you guys alright?” You ask, surprised by their reactions.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Julian sighed, clutching his chest.

“What’s going on?” You ask again.

“They just found another body,” Elsie explained. “I guess some neighbors saw the killer run out of the house and called the cops.”

“Shit, did they find him?” You ask, partially concerned for him.

“No, he’s on the run,” She says. “There is a huge search party out there.”

“That's why there were so many cop cars on the way here…” You murmured.

“I can’t believe all those cops are out there and they still can’t find him!” Julian exclaimed.

As you watched the live news report you began to hear sirens and cop cars zooming up and down the street. One of the cars pulled into the parking lot and a cop rushed inside.

“Do you work here?” He asked all three of you.

You all simultaneously nodded, waiting for his response.

“I suggest you close up now and head home, it’s not safe right now.” He orders.

“Do you know which direction he went in?” You blurted out.

He pointed in the direction of your apartment complex, “Last we saw him he was heading that way, toward the apartment buildings near the university.”

You went pale faced, you figured he had run to your place. Both of your friends turned to you with wide eyes. 

“Thank you, we’ll close up.” Elsie managed out to the cop.

You all began gathering your things, and you announced over the speakers that any customers on the building needed to leave. Once everyone was out you shut off the lights and the three of you made your way out of the building.

“Everybody text once you get home.” Julian shouts to the two of you before getting in his car.

You got into your own car and took a deep breath before starting the drive home. You couldn’t say for sure that he was taking cover in your home, but in this situation you could make an educated guess. You sped home, probably going a little faster than you should’ve been.

You parked and got out of the car, noticing quite a few cop cars parked across the parking lot. They had brought the dogs out and were searching the area. You walked inside and noticed two cops were already questioning Amalia and you hurried to the elevator.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” One of the cops asks, noticing your rushed behavior.

You slowly turn and let out a nervous laugh, “Yeah, I’m just really freaked out with everything going on right now.”

“I understand.” He nods. “Have a good night then, ma’am.”

The elevator suddenly opened and you stepped inside, 

“You too.” You replied nervously.

The dingy carpet and bad lighting of the elevator didn’t help to calm your nerves. You didn’t know what you were going to do if he was actually there. Would you help him? Should you help him?

You reached your floor with a ding and you made the short walk to your room. Your stomach clenched as you reached your door. You slid the key in and unlocked the door, pushing it open with a creek.

You didn’t even bother to turn on the light as you walked in. You threw your bag to the side and walked further into the room. The living room was empty, as well as the kitchen. You went to your bedroom and it seemed empty. 

You went over to the window and moved the curtain to see cops below shining flashlights into the windows. You're suddenly grabbed, one hand around your mouth and an arm wrapped around your torso, and pulled away from the window. You let out a surprised noise as you hit the ground.

“Be quiet.” He whispers into your ear. You already knew who it was from his voice.

You complied and sat there motionlessly, your back pressed against his front. You both listened as the cops moved on from your side of the building. 

He moved his hand away from your mouth and released you from his grasp. You crawled away from him slightly and you both released the breath you’d been holding. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You snapped at him.

“It was the only place nearby.” He rasped out.

There was a pause between the two of you, then he spoke again. 

“I’m hurt.” He admitted apprehensively.

You sighed and stood up, turning on the light to your room. You led him to the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the bathtub. You pulled out the medical supplies that Elsie had given you in case of an emergency.You turned to him and the mask stared back at you, unmoving. 

“Are you gonna show me your wound or what?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

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Chapter 10: Muse

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No way I put out two chapters in the same week 🤯. For some reason this chapter came together really easily and I think it turned out pretty good. Also I noticed we just recently hit 3,000 hits which is crazy. Thank you so much for all the support on this fic, I appreciate y'all sm. Anyways, hope you enjoy the new chapter!

He slowly lifted the sleeve of his cloak to reveal a long slash down his forearm. It was deep but not deep enough to be fatal. You took notice of his revealed skin, it was pale and he had strong forearms. 

You grabbed some sanitary wipes and began to wipe at the wound. You noticed his arm tensed up as you did so. Once the wound was clean, you grabbed some bandages and wrapped the wound.

“So, what happened?” You asked, trying to break the silence.

“Didn’t expect the guy to keep knives in his nightstand.” He muttered.

“Hmm.” You hummed, not really sure how to respond.

You began to notice dark spots around his cloak and a familiar metallic smell. You had to keep yourself from gagging as you realized what it was. You finished wrapping the wound and tied it, making sure it wasn’t too tight. He pulled his arm back and admired your work.

“You really know how to take care of me, Sweetheart.” His flirty personality had returned.

You ignored him as you packed away all of the supplies. After everything was away you washed his blood off of your hands, scrubbing your palms raw. He had already exited the bathroom and you walked into the living room to see him digging through your dvd collection.

“You really like horror movies.” He mentioned as he dug through the films.

“Yeah…” You trailed off as you walked to the couch.

“Well since it’s February,” He said while holding up your copy of My Bloody Valentine .

He popped the dvd into your dvd player and walked over to the couch. He plopped down right next to you, propping his black boots up on your coffee table. The way he sat so casually as if he’d been sat there a million times made you shiver.

You felt very tense with him sitting next to you, especially as close as he was.You tried to slowly shuffle away but he pulled you back in by your torso.

“Calm down Sweetheart,” He muttered to you. “I’m not going to hurt you after you just patched me up.”

Now you were pressed side against side, able to feel him breathing. You tried to focus on the movie, as it was the only comforting thing about the situation. At least you could expect what was next, unlike with the man next to you.

The opening scene came on, where Harry Warden and the blond woman are getting frisky in the mines. As the scene went on, you felt the masked man's hand brushing against your thigh. The leather glove tickled and you felt heat forming on your face.

As the movie went on he stayed relatively silent, only stopping to comment on the murder scenes. After a while your body grew tired of tensing up so you allowed yourself to relax a little. 

You carefully distributed some of your weight onto the man next to you, trying not to make it obvious you wanted to get comfortable. Against your efforts, he seemingly took notice and wrapped his arm around you.

“If you wanted to cuddle, you should’ve just told me.” He chuckled lowly into your ear.

“Wasn’t really my intention.” You muttered curtly.

He laughed softly again and continued to trail his hands up your arm. He traveled up to your shoulders and then up to your hair, brushing it to the side. You would be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice.

“Seems like you’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me.” You sassed at him.

“You got me there, Sweets.” He flirted back.

You were practically able to hear the smirk under his mask. You hated what his voice did to you, especially when he was this close. His charisma was a substantial threat to your mortality. You decided you were done arguing with him because his responses made you consider doing things you would regret.

Besides the fact you were sitting with a murderous man whom everyone in the city was on the lookout for right now, the evening was nice. It’s been a while since you’ve felt someone so close to you like this. There was a comfortable silence as you watched the movie. His warm side pressed against yours and the feeling of him taking in slow breaths was comforting.

You looked down at his hand, resting close to your leg and considered doing the movie cliche. You were about to do it when you decided against it, instead resting your hand on your lap. As the movie ended and the credits began to roll, he stood up from his seat. You watched him walk around the back of the couch and toward your room.

You jumped up from the couch and had to sprint to catch up with his fast pace. You followed him into your room and watched as he walked over to the window and opened it. He stuck his head out slightly and scanned the ground below. 

“What are you doing?” You ask in utter confusion.

“Well, I can’t exactly leave out the front door.” He chuckles, receiving an eye roll from you.

“Trust me Sweets, I’d love to stay and play.” He sighed. “But I’ve got to get out of here before the cops come back.”

You didn’t respond, just watched him shuffle out the window and onto the ladder. He gave you a slow wave, his head slightly tilting as he did so, before disappearing down the ladder. You walked over to the window and poked your head out, seeing he was already gone. You were slightly disappointed as you pulled yourself back inside, shutting and locking the window.

You sat on your bed wondering what just happened. You bandaged a serial killer then practically cuddled with him while you watched a horror movie. That was about as fucked up as your life could get. The worst part was you enjoyed it. You enjoyed his company for some weird reason.

Thinking about your morality gave you a headache; and the only thing you could think to do about it was to pop a high dose of melatonin and pray for sleep to consume you. You suddenly remembered you’d forgotten to text your friends that you made it home safely and scrambled to get your phone in the living room. 

You had about fifty texts from both of them and a few missed calls.You texted them a simple “I’m Alive” text and they instantly responded by calling you. As soon as you answered you were met with incoherent yelling.

“You almost gave us heartattacks!” Julian yelled into the line, causing pain in your eardrum.

“I was so scared, I was about to call 911!” Elsie wailed into the line.

“Guys, please calm down!” You chuckled at their antics.

“I got held up downstairs, the police were questioning residents.” You lie, hoping they’d believe it.

“They questioned you for an hour and a half?” Julian asked in suspicion.

“Yeah,” You muttered. “They asked all sorts of stuff like if I’ve seen any suspicious behavior in the area lately.”

“Did you?” Elsie asks.

“No, no.” You say while heading to the kitchen. “I haven’t seen anything.”

“What about you and Jed, how’s the investigation going?” She asks.

“Oh right.” You say while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “We found a possible police suspect and we’ve been looking into it.”

“Really?” They both speak simultaneously.

“His name is Scott Parker– he’s a stalker, assaulter, and a drunk.” You list off whilst walking back to your room.

“I have so many questions.” Julian adds.

“Look, I’m exhausted and stressed.” You say while sitting on your bed.

“I need some sleep or I’m just going to pass out.” You sigh while opening your water and taking a long sip.

“Boo,” Elsie says in a disappointed tone. “You got me excited for nothing.”

“I’ll send you more details tomorrow,” You chuckle. “Just let me relax.”

The call ended after some chatty goodbyes and you were finally able to have peace and quiet. You climbed under your blanket and snuggled in for the night. The melatonin had taken its effects, as you were already drifting off into sleep. 

 

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“I can’t believe you! You’re disgusting!” They shouted at you. “You’re sick!” “I can’t believe I called you my friend!” 

“You’re a monster.”

 

You shot up in bed, hyperventilating and covered in sweat. You haven’t had such a vivid dream like that in a long, long time. Not since you were in middle school. It was so jarring, as you only get dreams like this when you are stressed or your anxiety has hit an all time high. 

Only one explanation could come to mind; that being the masked man. You began to ponder whether you should just go to the police at this point. But you remember what happened the first time you did and how they didn’t take you seriously. What would be the point? 

You needed some fresh air so you opened the window, allowing the breeze to flow in. The cool wind calms your nerves, making you feel normal again. You checked the time to see it was six in the morning, the sun already beginning to rise.

You sighed and decided you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep. You climbed out of bed and turned on the light. Your eyes weren’t too happy with the adjustment but you kept on moving. 

You took off your clothes from the previous night and got in the shower. You washed off the most important bits and got out quickly. You grabbed some simple clothes– a sweatshirt, jeans and your default boots– and tied up your hair in a ponytail.

You were incredibly hungry since you didn’t eat anything last night, so you decided to get a breakfast sandwich first. You got all your things together and headed out into the bright morning atmosphere.

There were still a lot of cops in the area, so you wondered how he sneaked past them last night. They were practically on every street corner. You moved past them, never making direct eye contact longer than a few seconds. 

When you finally made it to one of the cafes in your area, you felt relieved to be anywhere but home. You’d been spending too much time there lately. You walked up to the counter and were greeted by a cheery teenage barista. 

You told her your order and sat down at one of the single-person tables in the meantime. You scrolled on your phone for a little while, eventually stumbling across news articles about the most recent murder. Accompanied with it was a chilling photo caught by security cameras of the masked man sneaking out of the victims house, bloodied knife in hand.

You felt sick and turned off your phone, shoving it in your pocket. The barista called your order and you stood to grab it. You paid and she told you to enjoy your weekend. You’d forgotten it was Saturday today, meaning you had the whole day to yourself. 

You sat back down at the table and ate your sandwich, watching people pass by outside. You noticed a familiar dark-haired man and you could’ve sworn it was Jed. Dark hair, pale skin, and what looked like the jacket he wears often. You quickly ate the last bite of your sandwich and grabbed your coffee before heading out the door. 

You looked in the direction he’d gone and he seemingly disappeared. You figured you must’ve mistaken someone else for him and moved on. You decided to look around some of the shops in the area, deciding to treat yourself to some new clothes.

You entered a few and browsed for a while, finding some new shirts and pants. In one store you noticed they were selling lingerie on sale and you decided to take a peak. You found a cute lacy black slip dress, with a matching set of panties. 

You imagined wearing it infront of Jed, what would he say? Or in front of the masked man, what would he do? You decided to purchase the dress and call it a day. You figured it would never have much use but it was still cute.

As you stepped back out into the street you received a call from Jed.

“Hey, what's up?” You say, trying to conceal your excitement.

“Hey.” He greets tiredly. “I’m guessing you saw the news last night?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, not excited to talk about it.

“I think we should meet tomorrow evening, to talk about it.” He says.

“It’s a date.” You joke, in reality hoping it turns into one.

“Oh, really?” He chuckles, making your stomach twist. “I’ll have to pick somewhere good then.”

“And I’ll have to wear something good.” You say in a coquet voice.

“Can’t wait to see it.” He says in that lavish tone that you love.

“By the way, were you over near the Rise & Shine cafe earlier?” You ask.

“No, I’ve been at the office all day.” He responds in a confused tone.

“Ah, I just saw someone who looked a lot like you.” You mention.

“Really?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, he was almost identical.” You laughed. “Maybe it was your long lost twin brother.”
“Maybe.” He said curtly. 

You wondered why his mood changed so suddenly, maybe it just wasn’t funny to him. Whatever the reason, you're sure it wasn’t serious. 

“Anyways, I need to stop at the store before I head home.” You said as you headed in the direction of the store.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said.

“See you.” You said before hanging up the phone.

You shoved your phone in your pocket, slightly upset that Jed seemed annoyed toward the end of the phone call. You didn’t think your joke was that big of a deal, just simple kidding around.

 You started to wonder if he really did have some family issues that would make jokes like that insensitive. That made you realize he never really talked about his family. You really didn't know who he was outside of your relationship.

Another thought that clouded your mind was that he might be losing interest in you. There weren’t any clear signs but you always thought of the worst. Maybe after what happened in the car, he realized he didn’t want you like that.

As you entered the store you could feel tears welling up in your eyes at the thought of it. You don’t think you could ever put yourself out there again after finding someone so captivating. You quickly rubbed your tears away and kept moving. The entire shopping trip was spent with you wondering about the mysterious journalist.

 

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It was nearing the evening when you began your walk home. The sky had obtained an orange hue, meaning the sun was slowly fading away. You’d spent the whole day out of the house alone. It was nice in a way; the outing gave you time to think and reflect on your life.

You carried multiple bags at once, making it hard for you to open the entrance door to your apartment complex. Luckily Amalia ran over and opened the door for you, holding it open while you moved inside. 

“Someone did some well needed shopping today.” She chuckled.

“Yeah,” You huffed humorfully. “Definitely well needed.”

“I hear you girl, it’s been so long since I’ve treated myself.” She sighed as she walked back around her front desk.

“Us humans are always so busy, we forget to take care of ourselves.” You say whilst pressing the button for the elevator.

“Yeah,” She sighs. “That’s sadfully true.”

“You should go out this weekend,” You suggest. “Have some fun.”

“Y’know what,” She says while nodding. “I think I will.”

“Good.” You say with a smile.

The elevator suddenly dings as it hits the ground level, making both of you look over.

“Guess I should go put all this stuff away.” You say unenthusiastically.

Amalia chuckles, “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too.” You say while stepping in the elevator.

The doors close and you press the button for your floor. The rickety thing rustles a bit and then starts to carry you up toward your floor. It rustles as it reaches your floor and the door slowly opens. You step out onto the hallway floor and walk toward your room. 

You reposition most of the bags onto your hip, so you can fish around in your bag and find the key. You finally pull it out and unlock the door, kicking it open with your foot. You walk inside–kicking the door closed with your foot–and walk to the kitchen. You set all the bags down on the floor, your arms ached tremendously from carrying all the bags. 

You stood up straight taking a moment to stretch, when you noticed something on the kitchen table. An envelope with a rose positioned on top of it. You walked over to it cautiously, sliding the envelope out from under the rose. You ripped it open and pulled out a letter.

It read,

 

Y/N

I wanted to formally thank you for patching me up the other night. Thing is, you’re really beginning to capture my interest. Y’know how artists have muses? Well you’re my muse. Usually my art is bloody and ripped to shreds, but I prefer you alive. I love to look at your face and all the sweet expressions you make. Makes me wonder what other expressions you could make. 

Not only that, but you’re smart and I like that. You’re not like any of the other bimbos I’ve stalked–ones who don’t even lock their doors at night. You’re calculated, precise and aware. You’ve got a lot of spunk too, like when you nearly broke my hand. I’ll choose to forgive you for that though. What I’m saying is; you’re special.

At first, I thought you’d be totally opposed to this. But as of recently I’ve seen the opposite. I think you’re enjoying spending time with me. Like the other night, I could feel you leaning into me. It’s okay to give in to desires, Sweetheart.

Once you do, I promise I’ll fulfill your every need. But until then, I’ll be around even when you don’t know it. Like this morning for example, I was there with you. Don’t believe me? Check the envelope again. You looked beautiful today, Sweets. 

I delivered this because I’ll probably be laying low for the next couple of days. Can’t have the cops catching me, right? Hope you can take the rose as an apology for my absence. 

See you soon, Y/N.

-The Ghostface

 

You were utterly baffled by the sincereness of the letter. You stared at it for a few moments, reviewing certain parts. A few sections in particular made your insides flutter, that familiar sense of needing was back. 

You did as the letter directed and checked the envelope. You found an admittedly well taken photo of you. You were sitting at the table in the cafe, seemingly off in space as you usually were lately.

You noticed something on the back of the photo and turned it over. A small note that read, “ I think I really captured your beauty in this, Sweets.” You felt your heart thump in your chest. How could someone so cold and violent as him be so good with words? He really knew how to make you question things about yourself.

You picked up the rose and sniffed it, the floral scent filling your senses. You grabbed a mason jar and filled it with water, sticking the rose in it afterward. It was the best you could do to try and preserve the flower. You took the letter back to your room with you, along with your bags of new clothes. 

You spent the next hour re-reading the letter over and over. It made your head spin with new thoughts. You wanted to know the man’s identity now, more than ever.

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Chapter 11: Boyfriend

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Hello! Back with a shorter chapter but hopefully its good enough. I've been quite busy with school lately so I haven't had much time to write. Hopefully I'll be able to write more soon. Enjoy!

WARNING!!!: Smut Ahead

When you woke up you noticed you slept in a little later than you normally did. Probably since you kept waking up at every little noise, hoping it was him. You were just so jittery from reading the letter. It was like going to sleep the night before the first day of school, anxious and filled with a sense of excitement.

You could feel and see the tiredness in your eyes as you gazed at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You pulled your shirt down so you could view the scarring wound. Your right breast was marked for life; an endless reminder of the masked man.

You couldn’t help but feel like a psycho for still liking him, even after what he did to you. Then again, he hasn’t hurt you since that night. You had also challenged him while mildly drunk; probably not the best thing to do.

You decided to clean up your apartment, since Jed was coming over tonight. You wanted him to have a good first impression of your home. And with the hectic life you’ve been living lately, it was a complete mess.

You turned on some music, blasting some songs you hadn’t heard in a while. Music always gets you in the mood for cleaning. You started with the living room, cleaning up any clothes you’d thrown around or items left on the coffee table.

Next you moved onto the kitchen, cleaning the many dishes in the sink. You eyed up the rose sitting on the counter as you did. You should probably hide it before Jed comes over. You quickly take it back to your room, setting it on your windowsill. 

As you finished up the cleaning, you decided it was time to get ready. You always felt like looking your best when he was around. You did some makeup, putting on a cute comfy outfit. Just a simple knitted cardigan over a tank top, and some black jean shorts. You hadn’t got the chance to wash your hair so you just quickly put it up.

After getting dressed, you began to prepare the food. You decided to go with some grilled chicken and some seasoned green beans. You hoped he would like it. You weren’t great at cooking, but you pride yourself on your use of seasonings for flavor.

It was nearing five, the designated time for him to come over. The chicken and beans were nearly done and everything was going according to plan so far. You just hoped he wasn’t still in a weird mood, like he was over the phone. You hoped he just had a lot on his plate right now and didn’t care for the joke.

You heard a knock on your door, causing you to jump in surprise. You run to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, making sure you look right. Once you decide you look alright, you speed walk over to the door and pull it open. 

He’s standing in the doorway, holding a bottle of wine with a little ribbon tied around it. You smile and welcome him, moving aside to let him in. He looks around your home for a moment before turning to look at you.

“You have a nice place.” He compliments.

“Thanks,” You say with a smile. “It’s not impressive or anything, but it's cozy.”

“Where should I put this?” He asks, holding up the wine.

“Oh, you can just set it on the counter.” You say while walking over to the stove.

“The food is pretty much done anyway.” You say while turning off the burner.

You grab two plates from the cabinet and distribute an equal amount of beans and chicken for the both of you. You can feel Jed’s eyes on you as you work away. You set the plates on the dining table, then head back to get two glasses.

You watch as he takes off his usual leather jacket, revealing a form fitting black shirt. You can see the outline of his chest and some nice upper arms. You could feel a blush spreading over your face.

You put some ice in each and poured the glasses half full with the wine he’d brought. You didn’t want to get too drunk with Jed over. You carry the glasses over, setting one in front of him and one in your spot.

“This looks amazing.” He said, smiling at the food.

“It’s just a basic thing I learned how to make a while ago.” You say, waving your hand humbly.

“It’s not often that I have time to eat a home cooked meal.” He says, picking up his fork and cutting into the chicken with his knife.

You also get to work on cutting your chicken, hoping it was good. You took a bite and were relieved to know it tasted good. You glanced up from your plate to check if Jed was enjoying his food but he was already looking at you.

“So, what’s going on with the investigation?” You ask, trying to break the silence.

“Right,” He says, covering his mouth as he chews.

“There was another murder last night,” He states. “But neighbors caught him running away.”

“Any info from the cops?” You ask intently.

He leans in, “They haven’t given any clear information yet, but I heard they found someone else's DNA at one of the victims house.” He says slowly, as if someone were listening to your conversation.

You felt your stomach twist. They must’ve found the evidence you planted at the crime scene. Your plan had worked, meaning the Ghostace had no reason to hurt you or Jed. You felt a wave of relief and guilt wash over you.

“Do you know if it was our guy's DNA yet?” You asked nervously.

“Not sure yet,” He shrugs. “But if I had to guess, it was his.”

“One step closer to finding this asshole.” You say untruthfully.

Jed smirks, “ Yeah.” With that word, the air in the room became thicker.

You weren’t sure why there was a sudden tenseness but you chose to brush it off. 

“So, I’m guessing that means we’ll have to look around another crime scene?” You ask.

“Yeah,” He nods. “Be prepared though, I heard this one was especially bloody.”

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You had finished eating by now, and were a few glasses of wine in. You were on your third, while Jed was on his second. You had told yourself you wouldn’t drink more than two, but he had bought your favorite brand.

The two of you decided to watch a movie after dinner. You didn’t want to force Jed to watch a horror movie, but he insisted. You went with Prom Night, a Jamie Lee Curtis classic. You popped it into the DVD player and padded over to the couch.

Jed and you sat pretty close together, similar to the way you had with the masked man the night before. However, you were quicker to relax with Jed. You allowed yourself to cuddle up with him as the movie went on.

During one of the sex scenes, you felt his hand trailing up your leg, moving up to your thigh. You bit back a smile and waited to see what he would do next. His hand delved between your thighs, gently over your sex. Then up into your shirt his hand went, cold fingers brushing over your stomach.

“Can we finish what we started in the car?” He whispered in your ear.

The alcohol had you feeling brave, and you climbed onto his lap. You went in for a kiss, yearning for the feeling of his lips again. The depravity of intimacy between the two of you left you hungry. The kiss was almost frantic, a rush of lips and tongue.

You grinded your pelvis into his, receiving a groan. His hands planted firmly on your hips, keeping you in place. You could feel his hard on rubbing against you, eliciting soft moans from you. He swallowed your moans into a kiss, his hands grasping at every part of you they could.

You began to undo his belt, unzipping his jeans and slipping your hand into them. You palmed him through his boxers, feeling up his length. He was slightly above average from what you could tell and definitely bigger than any of your past lovers.

Soft groans came from him when you pulled away. You pressed a kiss to his temple before climbing off of him, planting yourself between his legs. You pulled his boxer down, freeing him from his confines. You were correct about his length.

You grasped him softly and stroked his length, before testing him with small licks. You could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the couch. He was holding himself back from something. After teasing him for a little while, you were satisfied with the amount of desperate moans.

You slowly took him in your mouth, only making it halfway down his length. You heard him exhale a breath he’d been holding. You hollowed out your cheeks and once you were adjusted you began to bob your head. You pumped the remaining length as you did.

You looked up at him from your position, to see him watching you. He was tinged with sweat, hair falling in front of his eyes, and brows furrowed. Groans slipped out periodically and you could feel him getting closer.

You decided to deep throat him and as soon as you did, his hand shot up into your hair. It was unusually rough but you liked it. His hand pushed and pulled you, directing you on how to get him to the edge. Just as he was getting close to cumming, he pulled you off of him.

You finished him off with your hand, allowing him to cum into it. You were both out of breath and sweating. You pulled you back up and into a kiss, a passionate one at that. When you both pulled away, he looked at you with eyes you’d never seen before. Obsessed, possessive, and most of all dominate. It was almost scary in a sexy way. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he pressed kisses to your neck.

He moved you back so you were laying back on the couch. He pressed sloppy kisses to your mouth, jaw and neck. He pulled your cardigan off, then your tank top after that. Your chest was now only covered by a thin bra. He kissed the space in between your breasts, while his dark eyes looked up at you from underneath his dark eyelashes.

Your body temperature was increasing by the seconds and it felt like you were going to explode if he didn’t touch you soon. Luckily, he quit teasing and unbuttoned your shorts. He moved back to pull them off of your legs. Being so exposed made you instinctively pull your legs together. He gave you a look, before placing a hand between your knees and pulling them apart. 

“Don’t be shy now.” He whispered, with that raspy voice.

That voice sounded so different, yet familiar. It was like you’ve heard him speaking to you like this before. You weren’t sure if you were just imagining it, but he sounded vaguely like the masked man. But that wasn’t right, was it?

He began to rub you through your underwear, bringing you out of your thoughts. You didn’t want to make too much noise, but the way his fingers definitely affected your breathing. He stopped toying with you and grabbed the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off your legs.

You could feel your face was steaming as he took in your mostly naked body. That same scary look was present, like he’d fantasized about this forever. He pressed kisses to your lower stomach, while his fingers moved to your sensitive nub.

You gasped quietly as his fingers made direct contact with you. Rubbing slow circles into you while he kissed up and down your stomach. Every once and a while you looked down to see him looking up at you, studying your expressions.

His mouth moved lower, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You were ready to beg him to touch you, when his tongue delved into your folds. You let out a loud, surprised whine as he grazed over your nub. 

You could feel a smile form on his lips as the sound escaped you. You gripped the side of the couch, knuckles turning white. His tongue worked away, still slowly teasing at your clit. You tried to keep in any small sounds that wished to escape.

Once he began to flick his tongue, you were done for. You couldn’t hold in your noises anymore. Whine and moans escaped, one after another. Most of which were higher than the last. You could feel your stomach twisting and turning as you got closer.

` Your hands found your way into his dark locks, gripping lightly. One of his hands came up, slowly pushing a finger inside of you. You began to squirm at the sudden addition, making Jed hold your thigh down with his free hand.

Once you were adjusted, Jed pushed in another finger. And once you were adjusted to the second one, he slowly worked them in and out. The friction was becoming too much and you could feel yourself coming to the edge.

You gasped and whined, your thighs beginning to clench around his head. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you’d trapped his head between your thighs. Your legs began to twitch as you rode it out. You slowly unlatched your thighs and Jed pulled away.

His eyes were dark and you could see his lips were still wet. He brought the fingers that had been inside you up to his mouth and cleaned them. You could feel your heart thumping in your chest as you watched him.

“You’re so irresistible.” He said as he leaned in to kiss you.

He kissed you a couple times before getting up. He made an effort to clean the both of you up, helping you change into pajamas. The two of you then laid back down on the couch, you laying on top of him with your head on his chest.

“Guess I’m staying the night?” He questioned.

“Nooo.” You cooed sarcastically. 

You heard him chuckle, it reverberating in his chest. It was a warm and comforting sound. The soft breaths he took in and the sound of his heartbeat began to lull you to sleep. The sounds of the TV fizzled out as you drifted off into sleep.

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The next morning you woke up with a mild headache. You’d drank a little more wine than you intended, and you were feeling the consequences. Jed was already awake and fully dressed when you woke up, sitting on one of the chairs in your kitchen.

You walked over to greet him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he turned his head to get a proper one. His lips tasted like coffee and you noticed a cup of it sitting in front of him.

“Any of that left?” You ask, pointing at the mug.

“Yeah,” He gestured toward the coffee maker. “It’s probably still somewhat warm.”

You walked over and grabbed a mug from the cabinet. You poured some of the brown liquid in the cup, allowing enough room for you to add anything of your liking. You walked over to the table, sitting across from Jed. You sipped from your mug, watching him over the rim.

He was studying something on his phone, you guessed it was work related. You also noticed what seemed to be a bandage peeking out from under his sleeve. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy about it. 

You decided to ignore it and not ruin the moment. You playfully kicked him under the table. He looked up from his phone and gave you a small smile.

“Don’t be shy now,” You mocked his words from the previous night.

His eyes narrowed his eyes at you jokingly, “It’s work stuff again, I think I have to go.”

“They’re really up your ass lately,” You joke, taking another sip of your coffee.

“That’s what happens when you decide to take the case about the biggest serial killer in Roseville.” He sighs.

You had been thinking for a while, wondering what the two of you were to each other. Were you just friends? Friends with benefits? Or maybe friends with feelings for eachother? You needed to get it off your chest so you built up the courage and asked him.

“What are we?” You blurt out.

“What do you mean?” He asks, standing up to wash his mug in the sink.

“Are we friends or maybe more…?” You ask, unsure how to word things.

He sighs, setting the now clean mug in the sink. He walks closer to you with a more serious expression on his face.

“I hope I’ve been pretty clear on how much I like you,” He says, never breaking eye contact. 

“So, does that mean we can date?” You ask carefully.

“Only if you want to.” He says, a smile reappearing on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile back, shyly looking away. The excitement you felt on the inside was beyond what you showed on your exterior.

You stood up and gave him a long, heartfelt kiss. He gladly accepted, trying to get you undressed again. You pulled back before he could get your shirt over your head.

“Uh-uh, you need to go to work.” You say, shoving him toward the door.

He gave you a disappointed look which got a giggle out of you. He pressed a few more kisses to your lips before he finally went out the door. As soon as he was gone, you felt a rush of emotions. 

Though the image of the bandages on his arm kept popping into your mind. It looked to be the exact same place the masked man had been cut.

It was an eerie similarity, but it wasn’t the first time this happened. You remember he had a badly bruised hand, just after you slammed the masked man’s hand in the window.

Maybe it was some sort of messed up coincidence. They could’ve been two totally unrelated injuries. Besides, you knew Jed was the type to get into dangerous stuff for his work. But still that feeling weighed down on your stomach and you couldn’t let it go.

You felt crazy; you just got a boyfriend and now you’re mentally accusing him of being a murderer. But then again, you didn’t really know all too much about Jed. Most you knew is his name, occupation and more…intimate things.

You decided it wouldn’t be totally crazy to keep a close eye on him. You would just take into consideration everything strange he did or said.

You really hoped you were wrong about this, because if you weren’t, you didn’t know if you could keep yourself away from him.

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Chapter 12: Flirting With Danger

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You packed up your stuff and prepared yourself to visit another crime scene. It was a strange experience every time. Although there were usually cops all around, it’s so quiet and serene. You can feel the presence of the person that was once there and get a glimpse into their life.

You were silent the entire car ride there, with the radio on low volume keeping it from being completely quiet. You had admittedly been dazed for the last few days, since that night with Jed. You couldn’t believe he was actually your boyfriend, and you were actually his girlfriend.

You also couldn’t believe how you’d found such an amazing man. Funny, sweet, and good with his tongue. You thought a lot about the sex in particular. You remember the faces of your friends when you told them the vague order of events from that night.

 

“Oh my god!” Julian exclaimed with a laugh.

“Shh.” You shushed him, while trying to suppress your laughter.

“Was he good?” He asked in a more hushed voice.

“No, he was absolutely terrible.” You said, sarcasm heavy on your words.

Julian playfully hit you on the shoulder and gave you a sly smile. He then greeted a customer coming into his lane and began to check her out.

“So, are you like a couple?” He asked while scanning a DVD.

“Yeah,” You nod your head. “It still sounds weird to say it.”

“How’s that gonna go at the workplace?” Elsie asks.

“Don’t know yet,” You mutter. 

 

Here you are now, about to find out the answer to Elsie’s question. Your hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as you arrived at the crime scene. You shut off the car and took a deep breath, before grabbing your things and heading inside.

You took the proper precautions at the door, pulling on disposable gloves that were handed to you by an officer. You walked inside and were immediately met with the smell of cleaning products and metallicness. 

The smells made your face cringe slightly, nose curling in disgust. You pushed yourself forward, trying to find Jed. An officer directed you to the room he was in, there he was studying the bedroom scene.

The hardwood floors were stained with deep red, nauseating you all the way. You notice he was looking at the dresser. The mirror was partially smashed, with dried blood that had dripped down the remaining glass. 

“Hey.” You say into the quiet room.

He looks at you through the bloodied mirror before turning around. He gave you a gentle smile and walked over to you.

“Guess there was a struggle in here.” You stated the obvious, while looking around at the broken items.

“Yeah,” He replied. “I think the victim retaliated, and was then thrown into the dresser.”

“That’s crazy how someone can do that,” You say in awe. “Wasn’t the victim ex-military?”

“Yeah.” Jed says, eyes glinting with what looked like mischief. You wondered why he gave you that look but continued with your questions.

“You said someone caught the killer running away, right?”

“Yeah, the neighbors.” Jed points out the bedroom window, to the house on the left.

“Can we try talking to them?” You suggested.

“Sure, but it might take some convincing.” He said truthfully.

“Well, I’m very persuasive.” You said, giving Jed a small smirk.

“Yes you are.” He responded with a smirk.

The two of you didn’t spend much more time in the house, since the bedroom was the main crime scene. So, you decided to venture over to the neighbor’s house, hoping this would go well. You walked up the steps, Jed trailing just behind you. You knocked on the door and stood back, waiting for someone to answer. After a few moments, an older woman came to the door and answered.

“Hello.” She said kindly.

“Hi, I’m Jed Olsen,” Jed said, sticking out his hand to shake hers.

“And I’m Y/N L/N.” You followed suit, and shook her hand.

“Oh Hello!” She smiles. “I’m Susan Collins, but please call me Sue.”

 “How might I help you two?” She asks, maintaining a smile.

“We’re from the Roseville Gazette,” Jed answers. “We were wondering if we could ask you some questions about the homicide?”

“I don’t see why not-” She begins to say when a younger man comes storming down the stairs.

“Who’s at the door, Ma?” He asks, in a protective tone.

“A couple of reporters from the Roseville Gazette.” She responds.

“Oh, no.” He says as he looks the two of you up and down. “They’re just trying to get money out of you.”

“Sir, I can promise that’s not why we’re here.” You speak up.

“Oh, yeah?” He snarls. “You’re gonna make my Ma seem crazy in the paper, is that it?”

“Look, I understand your suspicions but we’re just here to get her side of the story.” 

“We’re trying to get as much information on this guy, so we can catch him.” You reassure the man.

The man thinks for a moment, judging the both of you. His eyes rake over you for longer than you would’ve liked but you didn’t say anything.

“Alright, fine.” He says after scanning you.

You smile, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, but if I don’t like the questions you’re asking then you have to leave.” He conditions.

“Of course.” You say with a nod of understanding. 

You shoot Jed a smile, which he returns, before following the two inside the home. The old woman leads you to an old but comfortable couch. She sits across from the two of you on a rocking chair. The son stands behind the couch, watching the interaction.

“Do you mind if I audio record this interview?” You ask, while pulling out your phone.

“No, I don’t mind at all, Dear.” She nods reassuringly.

You press record, “Do you mind stating your name?”

“Sure,” She nods. “Susan Collins.”

“Great,” Jed says. “Now, where were you on that night, Sue?”

“I was here, up in my room reading.” She answers.

“Okay, and was anyone here with you?” Jed asks.

“Jesus, are you trying to frame my sixty year old mother for murder?” The son asks.

“Sir, we’re just trying to piece together her story.” You sigh.

“Anthony, please let them speak.” Susan tells her son.

Anthony grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest, finally quieting himself.

“No, nobody was here with me that night.” She answers.

“Did you hear anything strange before the initial sighting?” You ask.

“Well, kind of.” She says unsurely.

“What do you mean?” You question intently.

“Well, my neighbor was ex-military as you probably know,” She says, both of you nodding in return.

“Sometimes I think he would wake up with nightmares,” She mentions. “Yelling in his sleep and stuff like that.”

“So, when I heard screaming, I thought it was just him having nightmares.” She frowns.

“When did you realize it was more than that?” You ask.

She takes a deep breath in, “I heard a lot of banging and crashing so I got up and went downstairs.”

“When I looked out the window, I saw that…man jump over the fence and take off down the street.” You could see tears forming in her eyes.

“I didn’t go outside to see where he took off to, since I didn’t want him to come after me.” She said, wiping away her teary eyes.

You knew exactly where he went that night, he was with you. You bandaged him. You sat with him. You talked to him. For fucks sake you watched a movie and cuddled with him.

“And you have security cameras, right?” Jed asks.

“Oh, yes.” She says, grabbing her phone. “The cops already got a copy of the footage but here.”

You pressed play on the video and watched closely. The masked man hopped the fence with ease, like he’d done it many times before. The camera just barely caught him running off into the dark, in the direction of your apartment complex. You felt a chill run up your spine and a pit in your stomach.

You sighed, “Okay, I think that’s all for today.” You stand up, shutting off your phone’s recorder.

“Thank you for everything, ma’am.” You say, shaking her hand once again.

“Of course,” She says with a sad smile. “And please call me Sue.”

“Okay, Sue.” You responded with a smile. “Give us a call if you have any further questions or updates.” You say, handing her a card with Jed’s office number on it.

Jed also shaked her hand and thanked her. The both of you walked to the door, walking close together. Just as you were about to walk out the door the son stops you.

“So, when will I be seeing you again?” He asks, clearly directing the question at you.

“If or when your mother had an update.” You respond flatly. 

“Oh, come on,” He smiles slyly, grabbing your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.” You say calmly, pulling your shoulder away from him.

“Don’t be like that, baby.” He leans in, the smell of alcohol on his breath. “A pretty girl like you needs a good man’s touch.”

Jed pushed the man back with a freakish force, sending him flying back on his bottom. You were shocked by the utter power behind the push, like the man had been hit by a truck.

“Don’t touch my girlfriend.” Jed growled coldly.

“You fucking psycho!” Anthony shouts, standing up and getting ready to rush Jed.

Susan came rushing over, “Anthony, stop!” She shouted, grabbing him.

The man looks at his mother’s worried face and sighs, he gently pushes her off and trudges up the stairs. 

“I’m so very sorry.” Susan apologizes. “He’s been drinking.”

“It’s okay.” You reassure her. “We’re just going to leave now.”

“Okay, goodbye.” She says with a saddened smile.

The two of you walk outside and you let out a disgruntled sigh. “Fucking asshole.”

“You alright?” Jed asks with concern.

“Yeah.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and laugh humorlessly. “I’m just more impressed with how shitty people can be everyday.”

“I know right.” Jed agrees with a knowing smile.

“Thanks for saving me though, Prince Charming.” You joke, hugging Jed from the side.

“Anytime, Princess.” He goes along with the joke, hugging you back.

You blushed a little at the sound of the pet name, surprisingly liking the way it sounded coming from him. You leaned in and gave him a short kiss, smiling up at him before turning to continue walking down the driveway.

“But seriously, do you workout? Because you nearly threw that guy into another dimension.” You half joke, genuinely wanting an answer.

“I do, here and there.” He says vaguely. “Only for self defense.”

“Maybe you should teach me some stuff.” You say, putting up your fists playfully.

“Maybe I will.” He said with a smile.

“So, meet you at the office?” You ask with a grin.

“See you there.” He responds.

You walked over to your car and gave Jed a quick wave before climbing into the driver’s seat. You took one last look at the house and saw the son, staring down at you through the upstairs window. You shivered at his cold stare and started off down the road, trying to escape his gaze.

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You’d spent a few hours in Jed’s office, the both of you sitting in relative silence. Jed had given you the opportunity to write the next article, so you were hard at work. Rewinding and replaying the recording you’d taken of the woman.

You jotted down the important half of what she had told you, making sure to highlight a few important quotes. You couldn’t stop replaying the video of the masked man, trying to find anything distinctive about him. But with the quality of the footage and time of night, that was nearly impossible.

You’d written up a rough draft of the article and figured you could finish it later that night. It was nearing the end of your shift so you began to pack up your things. 

“It’s that time already?” Jed asks, checking the clock.

“Yeah,” You responded with a yawn. “Time flies when you’re having fun right?” 

He chuckles, “I guess so.” A moment of silence fell over the room.

“Thanks again for saving me from that crazy guy.” You smiled at Jed.

“Don’t thank me.” He said, standing up from his chair. “I’m your boyfriend, it’s what I’m supposed to do.”

He comes closer to you, your fronts practically touching. His hand reaches up to brush your hair to the side.

“I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you.” He says passionately, looking down at you with lustful eyes.

Your breath hitches and you can feel the warmness of your face. You drop your head onto his chest and chuckle. 

“What?” He asks with slight concern in his voice.

“Nothing,” You look up at him and continue to giggle. “Just didn’t realize how much of a horndog you are.”

He smiles devilishly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You have no idea.”

You laugh, gently pushing him back by the chest. “I have to go home, I have work tomorrow.”

He gently releases you with a disappointed sigh. You grab your bag and hoist it over your shoulder. You turn back to Jed and smile, pulling him in for one more long kiss. You pull back after a few moments, admiring the man for a few seconds.

Everything about him was perfect to you. His personality, his humor, his passion. You shied away as you realized you were staring.

“Bye, Jed.” You say with a soft smile as you walk to the door.

“Bye, Y/N.” He says back, following you with his eyes as you walk away.

You felt like you were floating on a cloud every time you were in his presence. You’d been so mushy with him all day that you’d forgotten to try and get any information out of him. The only thing you learned is that he’s inhumanly strong and is willing to hurt people for you.

That thought sent a chill up your spine. You shouldn’t like the thought of someone being so obsessive about you, but you did. You thought maybe that’s why you’re so drawn to the masked man–the danger that surrounds him.

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Chapter 13: Change of Plans

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Hi! So sorry to everyone that this update has been months in waiting. I lost inspiration to write for a while and was just completely stressed with life. I want to try and get back into the swing of things and start writing again. I hope you guys can forgive me for holding back this chapter for so long. I hope you enjoy!

On your way home you decided to stop off at a fast food place to pick up a burger and fries. You weren’t too keen on eating fast food but it’s the best you can get as a poor college student.

You arrived at your apartment complex a little later than you had anticipated. You hoped you could scrounge up enough hours of sleep so that you weren’t entirely exhausted tomorrow. 

You greeted Amalia briefly before getting into the elevator. When you reached your floor, you walked down the usual path to your room. Just as you passed your neighbors door, their door flew open and an angry woman walked out.

“Do you mind telling your boyfriend to turn down the TV when he’s watching horror movies?” She says rudely, fatigue heavy on her words.

You felt your throat go dry as you listened closer and could hear the sound of the TV from inside your apartment. You know for a fact you hadn’t left it on earlier this morning. There were only two possibilities; both including breaking and entering.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You blurt out, trying to seem genuine.

She scans you for a second before seemingly accepting your apology. She turned and walked back into her flat without saying anything, slamming the door behind her. 

You turned back to the door and took a deep breath in, bracing yourself for whatever you were about to face. You slid the key into the lock and found that it was already unlocked. You gulped and pushed the door open, walking into the dark apartment.

You turn on the main light and find no one in the living room. You rush over and muted the TV, seeing that your copy of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre had been put on. You knew it was definitely the masked man, no one else would’ve done that.

You scanned the living room again, still seeing no one. You moved toward the kitchen, then toward your bedroom. You turned on the light to your bedroom, seeing that your window was open. You sighed in annoyance and trudged over, slamming the window shut.

There was a pause of silence and then your phone suddenly rang from your pocket, causing you to jump a little. You looked at your phone, displaying that familiar “unknown caller” screen. You accept the call and press your phone up to your ear.

“What the fuck do you want?” You ask snappily.

“I missed you too, Sweetheart.” He chuckled, ignoring your question. 

You were in no mood to deal with his games tonight. You had been in a crime scene earlier that day, nearly groped by a man and were overall exhausted. You didn’t want him to ruin your mood after having a meaningful day with Jed.

“Look, I’m not playing your games today.” You say bluntly. “Just come out.”

“Wow, this is the treatment I get after pouring my heart out in that letter and sending you those flowers.” 

You looked over to the roses still sitting on your nightstand, reminiscing on the contents of the letter.

“I saw that you kept the flowers,” He goes on. “Glad you like them.”

“Where are you?” You say, calming yourself down.

Just then you heard the TV unmute from the living room, silently answering your question. The screams and chainsaw sounds filled your ears as you looked toward the living room.

“Come find out.” He says slyly.

You pull the phone away from your ear and carefully walk into the living room. The TV is on once again but he is nowhere to be found. You grab the remote once again, punching the off button with your thumb. You lean back down to place the remote on the table but are quickly caught off guard by a pair of arms wrapping around your middle.

You jump in surprise but he seems unfazed, steadily pressed against your back. The feeling of his hands planted on your stomach and the way your bodies fit together was so intimate. You could feel your stomach flutter in excitement at the closeness.

"I really did miss you, Sweetness." He says, mask inches away from your ear.

Your breath hitches as one of his hands trails up, resting over your heart.

"You're awfully touchy." You manage out.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since you helped me out." He mutters. "It proves to me that you care."

Something was different tonight, not just with him. The affection was different but not unappreciated by you. Something urged you to keep on teasing him.

"Well, I'm sure if you were in my situation you'd do the same." You fib, biting back a sly grin.

He chuckles, letting his hands begin to wander. "Come on. We both know that's not the only reason."

His hands gently snake over the curves over your breasts. You gasp quietly, surprised by how much you enjoy it.

"I wish you would just admit you like this." He over exaggeratedly sighs. 

"Maybe I do, Maybe I don't." You mutter snippily.

He gripped you roughly, pressing your bodies somehow even closer. One hand gripped your neck, angling it back so that his mask was to your ear. The position didn't really hurt, like he was trying to be calculated in his actions.

"Don't act so tough, Honey." He says coldly. "It's only gonna be worse for you later."

He gentles his grip but doesn't make an effort to move farther apart. If you were being honest, the manhandling was turning you on. In a weird way, it really did have an effect on you.

"What do you want?" You ask in a softer tone.

"I just want to spend some time with you." He says, finally letting go of you.

You hurry to compose yourself before turning to face him finally. You are really angry at yourself for wishing that he would continue touching you. He plops down onto your couch and turns the TV back on, resuming the piercing screams and chainsaw sounds of the movie.

"Jesus Christ!" You exclaim, grabbing the remote and hurriedly turning down the volume to a suitable level.

"Stop doing that!" You whisper-yell at him. "My neighbor is gonna call the cops on me if you keep doing that. Do you want that?"

"Oh yeah," He mutters, voice full of distaste. "The bitch was pounding on your door and calling you all sorts of names. She finally shut up when I said something and just went back to her room."

You sigh out in annoyance dropping your head into your hands. "Please tell me you didn't threaten her?"

"No, of course not." He shook his masked head. "I'm not that crazy."

"That's hilarious coming from you." You say, sitting down on the couch.

You don't sit too far from him, but leave a decent gap between the two of you. You stare up at the screen for a few minutes, watching the long scene of Leatherface chasing Sally. You glance over at him and he seems to be entranced in the movie.

"So, in the letter…" You say after a while. "You said the cops were getting too close to you?"

"Yeah." He sighed, sitting forward and turning his head to look at you.

You thought back to the first night he approached you to ask for help. You grimaced when you remembered the way you'd slammed his hand in the window. But more than anything, you felt worry in your gut at the fact the evidence you planted wasn't helping him.

"That doesn't mean…" You trail off. "You aren't going after Jed are you?"

"I have a change of plans actually." He says matter of factly. 

"I guess Mr. Parker has been arrested for assault and battery with a deadly weapon." He says with a sigh.

"Jesus." You mutter out. That psychopath you and Jed had been following really was dangerous. Even if he wasn't Ghostface, your safety could've been in danger.

"Yeah," He nods, sounding almost giddy. "And the best part is, the Roseville police are investigating anyone with violent actions."

"Yeah, they'll just pin it on anyone to make the community happy." You nod, almost talking to yourself.

"Right." He nods. "So that means as soon as he ends up taking the fall for this, I've got to be long gone."

You sat there for a while in silence, trying to process the words leaving his mouth. You didn't know how you were supposed to feel, but you were…disappointed? It was totally fucked for you to feel this way but you did. You stared at him with your mouth slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you have a rough estimate of when you're leaving?" You ask shakily.

"End of the month." He says with a shrug. 

"Oh." You said, devoid of any particular emotion. That was only a few weeks away , you thought to yourself.

"Are you upset, Sweetheart?" He asks with a soft laugh while leaning in toward you.

You don't say anything, just try to avoid looking at his masked face. You try your best not to look affected but he has definitely noticed the change in your mood. One of his gloved hands grabs your chin and tilts it so you're looking at where his eyes should be.

"Are you really upset?" He asks, voice more serious.

You still don't say anything. The intimacy of the situation was becoming too much for you. He was being oh so caring after just breaking the news that he was leaving in a month or so. Why were you even doing this with him right now?

"I am upset, okay?" You snap at him, pulling your face away from his hand. 

You leap off the couch, trying to separate yourself from him as much as you could. 

"Something is seriously fucking wrong with me." You think aloud, fidgeting nervously.

He stands up, following close behind you as you pace like a madman in your kitchen. 

"I mean you brought me into this shit! " You raise your voice. "I'm a criminal because of you!"

"You just constantly fuck with my feelings," You go on. "You wrote me a love letter and now you're just going to leave me behind?"

He seems stunned by your words, his body freezing in an instant. But you needed to finally get everything out, so you kept going.

"God, I am so pathetic!" You laugh humorlessly, tears welling up in your eyes. 

He quickly walks toward you, hands finding their way to your cheeks. You can't help but let the tears flow as he stares down at you.

"You are not pathetic." He shakes his head slowly. "I wish I could stay, but I just can't."

"I know." You drop your head in defeat. "But please make it up to me before you're gone."

He doesn't say anything, just carefully brings his hand up to cover your eyes. You're confused until you hear the sound of plastic being set on the counter. 

He had taken his mask off. You wished to death that you could see him right now, but that thought is quickly pushed aside when you feel his breath against your lips.

You lurch forward and press your lips together, which startles him slightly. He quickly recovers and kisses back, hard yet passionate. 

It was like two lovers who had been apart for years had just reconnected. Almost like you were both scared the other would slip away at any moment.

You gently place your hands on either side of his face, feeling some light stubble. You didn't press much further than that though, as you didn't want to cross a boundary.

 His tongue pressed into your mouth, which you allowed delightfully. The kiss was just the perfect amount of everything; passion, roughness and most of all lust. But good things never last, as he pulled away after a while. 

You could hear him panting for air, much like you were. You can hear him grab the mask off the counter and stuff it back onto his head. He then finally pulled his hand away from your eyes and you were almost disappointed to see the mask.

You were so lost in studying his masked face that you were surprised when he swiftly lifted you and placed you on the kitchen counter top. He quickly planted himself between your thighs, pelvic regions so close they could almost touch.

You silently and without direction grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. You tossed the shirt off to the side, leaving you in just your bra. He gladly took your invitation and groped your chest. 

His finger gently traced the place where he had slashed your breast, almost soothingly as if he was apologetic. You reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms. 

His arms worked with yours to pull the bra off of you, almost in a desperate manner. He tossed it to the side, somewhere off near your discarded shirt. 

The clothes were quickly forgotten when you felt his fingertips dance up your sides. He leaned in close, so the mask was aligned with your ear.

"You know when I first started watching you," He started. "I never thought things would end up like this."

"Are you disappointed?" You ask breathily, toying with him slightly.

He chuckles, letting his hand find your breasts once again. 

"The opposite, actually." He mutters into your ear raspily, flicking one finger over your nipple.

The sensation immediately hardens the bud and you can feel your body beginning to boil. You chew on your lips as he pinches and squeezes your nipples, bordering between pain and pleasure.

While one hand continues to fondle you, the other dips down to your pants. He skillfully unbuttons your pants with one hand and dips his hand into your waistband. 

His hands gently brush over your clothed sex and you can feel your wetness increase. You whine softly when his fingers brush over your clit, feeling slightly embarrassed when he pulls his head back to look at you.

He signals for you to lift your hips up so he can pull your pants off completely. You comply, letting him strip away your last major piece of clothing. You felt completely bare now, left only in your panties while he was fully clothed.

"Seeing this up close is so much better." He rasps, taking a half step back to take you in.

You blush, wondering if he meant he's watched you get naked before. You're beginning to get sick of the slow pace of things. So you take initiative and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him back in.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You say suavely. 

"I might just have to take you up on that offer." He said, placing his hand on either side of the counter.

"C'mon, let's not sit around and talk all night." You brush your thighs against his hips.

In one swift move he has you pinned back against the counter, hard-on pressed against your inner thigh. His mask was inches away from your face and you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

"Don't be too pushy, Sweetheart." He said lowly. "It'll only make me fuck you rougher."

The commanding tone of his voice mixed with the position was too much for you. You chewed on your lip to bite back a smirk as his hand moved back down to your pelvic region.

He slipped his hand inside your panties this time, finding your clit without any hesitation. He began to work slow circles, so gentle you could barely feel it. It was driving you crazy, you needed more.

He seemed to notice this as you began to squirm, desperate to prolong the feeling. He must've decided to finally give you more because his fingers quickened. Your stomach began to twist with pleasure and moans poured out.

You pressed your eyes shut and tried to hold the sounds back but they just slipped out. You were surprised when you felt a finger pressing into your entrance. Your eyes snapped open and that mask was still looking down at you lying against the counter.

You were already so wet that the first finger slid it with much ease. Soon after followed a second and he was now preparing you. The sensation was strange, the feeling of leather covered fingers brushing over your sweet spot.

Your noises only increased when he used his thumb to massage your clit. Your legs squirm as the twisting in your stomach intensifies. You can feel your climax coming as your moans pitch higher and higher.

"Oh shit…" You whine out as you feel your thighs begin to twitch and shake.

You cum on his fingers, but he doesn't even bother to stop. Instead, he keeps the same relentless pace while watching the overstimulation hit you. He doesn't stop until you're practically shaking and begging for him to stop.

But he doesn't waste time ripping off your panties and pulling his waistband down to reveal his hardness. You looked down at his size and bit your lip, watching as he stroked himself a few times. He was pretty big, definitely bigger than most men you'd been with. You wondered who was bigger, him or Jed?

That's when a slight pang of guilt hit you, remembering Jed. He was your boyfriend and yet you were doing this right now. Having sex with the serial killer whom you and Jed were supposed to be hunting down. 

That was interrupted by the feeling of his tip hitting your entrance. You watched as his cock slowly buried itself inside of you. You dropped your head back against the counter and groaned. There was a little discomfort, as it had been a while since you'd had a partner.

"Fuck…" He muttered under his breath, squeezing your hip tightly.

He let you adjust before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. You cried out something unintelligible and clawed at his arm that was placed on your hip. 

He continued this slow yet rough pace until you were finally comfortable enough. That's when he sped up, keeping the same roughness. Your mouth fell open and you whined loudly, looking up at him with wide eyes as he plowed into you.

"I've been waiting so long," He groaned. "To fuck your pretty little body."

You moan, breasts flopping as he slams into you even harder with each thrust. Your back arches up off the counter slightly as he hits your inside at a particularly good angle. 

"You're even better than my imagination." He rasps as you continue to cry out.

Your second orgasm was beginning to build and he could tell. Your hand gripped his sleeve tightly as you moaned out.

"I'm gonna cum.." You whined aloud.

"I don't think so." He said mischievously.

You were stunned when he suddenly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. You were so close to the edge but he stopped at the last second.

 He lifted you off the counter and manhandled you so that your face was down and your ass was up. You nearly screamed when he slammed back into you with no warning.

You laid your head down on the counter top and let him fuck you relentlessly. You could feel some drool beginning to slide down your lower lip and onto the counter.

In this position it was easier for him to slam into you. Your mind was going fuzzy at all the feelings of skin slapping against skin and him grunting quietly. Slowly but surely you were working back up to your orgasm.

Once you finally hit your breaking point and came again, he didn't relent. He kept slamming into you, never missing a thrust. Overstimulation was heavy as your knees began to buckle and your thighs shook.

You felt tears poking the corners of your eyes and you cried out pleasureful sobs. He kept going until his breath labored and he finally pulled out, jerking himself a few times before cumming on your backside.

You stood there, leaning against the counter and panting so hard you thought you might pass out. He was panting heavily too, but recovered much faster than you. He had already tucked himself back into his pants and was regaining himself.

You finally stood up straight and gathered the pile of your clothing on the floor. You shakily headed into your bathroom to clean up before heading back through the kitchen and to your bedroom. 

He followed close behind into your bedroom and watched from afar as you threw on an oversized sleep shirt. As you turned to face him the air went stiff, as if the tension had regenerated. You stared over at him, shyly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"Will I see you again?" You ask after a long moment of silence.

He doesn't say anything as he heads over to the window. He opens it up and sighs, looking over his shoulder at you.

"I don't know." He says, sounding unsure for the first time.

You nod softly and look down at the floor.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He says after another long pause.

His words sounded almost apologetic, but with the mask you couldn't tell.

"Night." You say, watching as he slipped out the window.

You watch him disappear into the night, standing in the middle of your room a little longer than normal. You finally close the window and plop down on your bed, staring at the wall blanky.

You didn't know what to make of what just happened. He had just been the best lay you ever had yet you were left feeling empty. Was he really going to leave?
You were so used to the way things had been for the last few months that you weren't sure you could funcion if he left. Your guilt would probably eat you up until you exploded.

You laid down, wrapping yourself up in your blanket. As you snuggled in you wondered how you could've fallen for such a person. Maybe you had some form of Stockholm syndrome? Whatever the case is, you definitely didn't want to think about it right now.

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Chapter 14: For the First Time

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You sat up in bed, squinting your eyes at the light pouring in through your bedroom window. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, letting your feet hit the floor. Your ankles cracked as you stood up and you could feel the fatigue hit your body.

 You couldn't believe what had happened in the last twenty-four hours. It felt like one big fever dream, a twisted one at that. You felt your face flush when you remembered your more than steamy encounter last night.

 You cupped your face in your hands and let out a deep sigh. You begrudgingly got ready for your classes that day. Luckily you only had about four lectures to sit through and you could leave for work. 

Your work had been closed for a few days last week because of the recent crimes being so close to the store. So, you hadn't seen Julian or Elsie in a few days. And honestly you really missed the playful banter.

The thought of seeing your friends again motivated you throughout the day. But the boredom still creeped into you during each lecture, causing your mind to roam. But you just kept thinking about one thing; one person.

The masked man just kept coming back into your thoughts. You weren't sure whether last night was a mistake or not. You had let yourself get so vulnerable. Vulnerable enough to let a serial killer fuck you in your kitchen.

You weren't the only one having second thoughts about last night.

 Danny sat in his apartment, contemplating what his next move would be. He never meant for things to get so intimate with you. 

His plan from the beginning was to get to know you, have you as an alibi if the police ever got too close. But definitely not date nor hook up with you.

But since the first month he started stalking you, he couldn't deny his infatuation with you. You were just such a sweet girl, always polite with everyone.
 But you still had a tough side to you, sticking up for yourself when necessary and putting people in their place.

You had seemed to find the perfect balance, which was something he admired. 

He loved watching you crack jokes with Elsie and Julian at work, the way you could get them to laugh so hard they would cry. Or how you overtipped young waitresses trying their best at whatever restaurant you were at. 

And when you're alone how you would prance around in your underwear, watching horror movies till the early hours of the morning. He couldn't help but smile when you got a little too tipsy and left your blinds open, singing loudly to whatever music you were listening to.

But as much as he yearned for you, he shouldn't have gotten anywhere near you. He gave too much of himself to you, let you in too much. Sleeping with you out of the mask was bad enough, but with it just complicated things even more.

He had planned to kill you early on, but the minute he talked to you something wouldn't allow him. That first night when he broke into your apartment he was wholeheartedly planning to kill you. He felt like he was getting too attached and it was time to get rid of you.

But when you screamed at him, telling him to just do it, he couldn't. He knew there would never be another just like you. For once in his life he didn't want to kill someone he had an interest in. So he let you go. He attacked you and let you go.

He had gotten sloppy after that, it seemed he was always unfocused. He tried to distance himself from you but every thought he was thinking was about you. That's what led the police closer to him.

 Danny noticed the cops lurking around his apartment complex and even at the Gazette. One day they even stopped to question him, which utterly pissed him off. 
He wished he could've gutted the cops who pulled him off the street while he was heading to lunch.

There was too much attention being drawn to himself. It was only a matter of time before people would become suspicious.

 Danny had to be as far away as possible, somewhere he wouldn't stand out among the people. So, he decided to get out of sleepy little Roseville and go to New York.
He had already found a place to live and applied for a job at the local news station as a journalist. 

He put in his notice at work, hoping he could just lie to you that he had a better opportunity. But with this development in your relationship, he wasn't sure what to do.

If he revealed himself and you reacted the wrong way, he would have to kill you. If he was caught, there was no chance for him. He'd be in prison for the rest of his life.
Danny grimaced at the thought. He needed to get out of this shitty apartment, get a breath of fresh air. 

So he grabbed his leather jacket and his bag and went to his car. He got in the car and before he knew it, he was outside your work.

 He parked off to the side and turned off all his lights. He watched you through the large windows of the shop as you goofed off with your coworkers. He knew you didn't get off work for another half an hour exactly.

 Danny felt a smile beginning to form on his face as he watched you. He wasn't sure if he could really let you go and take off to another state. The thought of you moving on from him; he couldn't bear that either.

 But taking you would make things so very complicated with his…profession. He really wasn't sure what his next move would be. But for now, he was going to watch you.
 He brushed his finger across his lips and smiled as he watched you fold over laughing at something Elsie had said. That smile, he thought, you're too good to let go.
 

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 Finally when it was time for you to go home, you got in the car and hurried home. You were officially beat. You got through the door and flopped down onto the couch. You laid there for a moment before rolling onto your side.

 You noticed the letter the masked man had left for you sitting on the table where you left it the night before. You sat up, taking it into your hand and looked over it for the hundredth time this week. As you stared at the handwriting something finally dawned on you.

 You stood up, walking into your bedroom and grabbing the shared notes you and Jed had been working on. You looked at Jed's handwriting and you felt your stomach twist. It was scarily similar, although his notes seemed a lot messier.

 You tried to calm yourself down but the red flags were starting to shine through. You'd noticed them before; of course you had. You're a journalist for god's sake, you'd noticed. But you simply didn't want to believe it.

 And even this theory, it wasn't solid. You needed to look for more details. You needed to figure it out before he was gone. No one would believe you now, especially not after everything.

 You got out your laptop and searched up his name, "Jed Olsen". You scrolled past all the articles he'd written about the Ghostface, but there was nothing. You knew he had social media, but they were all private. The only social media he appeared on was the Rozeville Gazette's official accounts.

 You grimaced, shutting the laptop and getting up. You paced back and forth as you thought about it. You don't really know much about Jed. You only know the face and the personality of Jed, among…other things.

 He never talks about his family or any friends outside of work. You'd never even been over to his place. That's when you got an idea. You could go and watch outside his house at night, just to see if he does anything suspicious.

 It might be wrong but you wanted to know if your hunch was correct or not. For your own sanity you needed to know. For weeks now you've felt so manic and now you needed to settle this.

 You put your camera in your bag and tugged a hoodie over yourself. If you were going to do this you were going to do it the way he taught you. You grabbed your keys and headed out the door, speed walking down the stairs.

 You got in your car and drove out to the gazette, walking in like normal. You tried to sneak past the receptionist, Jennifer, but failed. 

 “Hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?” She asks in a kind, yet confused tone. “Jed left about an hour ago, we’re about to close for the night.”

 “I left some of the notes for a paper I’m working on in his office the other day.” I say in the most convincing tone I can muster. 

“Do you mind if I go in and grab it?” You ask, anxiety spiking. “The paper is due tomorrow.”

She thinks for a moment before nodding. “Sure, I don’t think Jed will mind.”

“Thank you, Jenny.” You mutter, giving her a brief smile before hurrying toward his office.

You open the door and walk in, flicking the lights on before going toward his desk. You look out at Jennifer to make sure she wasn’t paying attention before going through his drawers. There was a contact list you knew he kept in his desk, including anyone and everyone he knew including himself.

You found it and flipped through it until you found him and snapped a photo of his address. You put everything back the way it was and headed out of his office. 
"Thanks again, Jenny." You say as you rush toward the door.

"No problem, Y/N." She says, sounding slightly concerned by your urgency.

 "Oh hey, Y/N!" She calls out to you, making you turn abruptly.

 "Sorry to bug you," She mutters. "But I wanted to let you know Jed has a trip planned at the end of the month. I think he said he's going to visit family or something."

 You stand there, piercing together what she said. '"I'll probably be gone by next month." Those words from the masked man played on loop in your mind.

 "Thanks for letting me know." You mutter before turning and walking out the door.

 "No problem." You hear Jenny say in a slightly discouraged voice as you walk away 

 You headed back out into the dimly lit parking lot and climbed into your car. You pulled up the address on your phone and listened carefully to the directions as they guided you to his house. You saw his apartment as you rolled down the street. But as any good journalist would do, you parked about half a block down from his place.

 You walked back toward his apartment, having your hood pulled over your head to conceal your identity. The street was dark, having only a few street lights sparsely spaced on the sidewalks. You snuck over to his car which was parked not too far from his building.

 You discovered that Jed always left his car doors unlocked. You had joked with him once that he should know better. You'd ignored what he said at the time but looking back it's odd. 

"No one would want to steal from me."

 You took your 50/50 shot and pulled on the door, which was open to your relief. You climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door. You used your phone flashlight to look around the entire car, starting by checking under your seat. You remember that box of polaroids, wondering what was in that entire box. But there was nothing there.

 He must've taken them out after noticing they'd been moved. You then moved to open the glove department next. It seemed completely inconspicuous, just some general trash among what looked to be registration. 

 You tore everything out of the glove compartment until it was bare. And as you saw it completely empty, you noticed what looked to be a hidden compartment inside of it. You pulled on the uneven part until it came off. 

 There it was, the box of photos. You pulled it out and sat it on your lap, anxiety spiking as you debated what you were about to do. What if you were just the crazy one the whole time? You might be ruining the best relationship you'd had in a long time.

 But you needed to know.

 You pulled the lid off of the box and shined your phone flashlight over the contents. Almost immediately your heart sank. The pictures were all of you. Every single one. These dated back by weeks, months even.

 Some were of you at school, walking around campus. Others were you at work, bantering with Elsie and Julian. Some were of you walking around in public, in a coffee shop or looking for clothes. And then there were the ones taken of you at home, completely unaware of the camera on you.

 Some you were basically half naked, walking around your house in a T-shirt and underwear. You flipped through them frantically, eventually landing on one where it seemed you had your hand delved into your panties. It made your stomach turn, but not out of complete disgust.

 As much as this was disturbing it didn't mean that he was a killer. You set the box on the dashboard and leaned over the center console. You noticed some stuff strewn around his back seats. You noticed what looked like a gym bag sitting behind your seat.

 You leaned over, unzipping it slowly. It appeared to be just some normal athletic wear. You dug through the bag, feeling like you were just going crazy at this point. And then you made it to the bottom of the bag and your hands began to tremble.

 You lifted it up, hands smoothing over the black fabric. You held it up in front of your face, staring into the ghostly expression. The slightly cracked and stained white face. You couldn't believe the mask you'd feared for so long was in your hands right now.

 You dropped the mask before starting to move back. That's when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you backwards roughly. You let out a surprised yelp as you were yanked out of the car and up against a familiar figure.

 You went to panic, but his hand clasped over your mouth. For once in a long time, you were genuinely concerned he was going to hurt you. His hand pulled your hood down and he pulled your neck back so he could look down at you.

 Jed had the most dead expression you'd ever seen come from him before. He didn't look like the person you know. Or the person you thought you knew. His eyes were darker than usual and they were fixed on your face.

 His hand was still clasped over your mouth as he leaned in, mouth close to your ear.

 "Looks like you finally figured it out." He rasps into your ear. "Guess we're meeting for the first time."

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Chapter 15: New Beginnings

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It was just like the first time you'd met all over again. Or well the first time he broke into your house. His hand was clasped over your mouth as he pulled you into his apartment.

Tripping over your feet as he roughly forced you inside. You almost fall but manage to catch yourself by clinging onto his couch. You force yourself to stand upright and face him. You couldn't help the shaky breathing coming from your lips.

He closed the door, locking it and facing you once again. He looked so much like the person you once knew. But his expression was so unreadable. He took a single step toward you, looking around his apartment.

"Not how you expected to come over to my place for the first time, huh?" He asks snarkily. 

"No.." You manage to say back, sarcastically, through trembles.

"Yeah, well me neither." He says, running a hand through his brown hair.

He looks up at the ceiling and lets out an exasperated sigh. Though you were in fear right now, you couldn't help but note how beautiful he looked. You'd never be able to deny that fact. His hair falling lazily in his face, not having been done in his usual style. 

He was wearing a tight navy blue shirt that seemed to accentuate his build. You hadn't noticed how strong his frame really was until recently. He was always wearing looser clothes at work, never giving you a clue of what was underneath.

"You put me in a really fucked up predicament right now, Y/N." He says letting out a humorless laugh. 

"Yeah, well so did you, Jed." You snap back slightly.

A smug smile twists onto his face as he hears that name. "Oh, Jed. What a stupid cover name, don’t you think?"

"So that's not even your real name." You say, the pit in your stomach and in your heart is only growing bigger.

"No, of course not." He says, shaking his head.

You feel it begin to boil up inside, until you have to let it out. "Was any of it fucking real?"

There was a long pause between the two of you. He stares at you, seemingly stunned by your sudden attitude. And you have to get your piece out now.

"Did you even feel anything for me at all or were you just using me all along?" You ask, taking a step toward him and raising your voice.

He continues not to say anything, staring at you and looking like he is holding back. It almost pissed you off further how quiet he was being now. 

"Answer me!" You basically shout, brows furrowing in frustration and desperation.

He lunges at you, but not in a violent way this time. One hand grips your chin, making you look up at him.

"Of course it was real." He says, and you could see the genuineness in his eyes. 

"To tell you the truth, when I was told I'd have an intern, initially I was going to put the blame on them. But when I met you for the first time I knew I couldn't."

His hand smooths through your hair, almost domestically. "I've been watching you for a while and I have to say you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

You feel your eyes getting slightly glossy as he continues to speak. "I realized I didn't want to pull you into my shit any further, so I was just going to disappear. Let you finish college, take my job as head journalist, have fun with your friends and live happily ever after."

"But you know I'm too smart for that." You finally say.

"Too stubborn." He adds, making both of you laugh quietly.

After the laughter fades, you're just staring at each other again. You studied every little detail about him. His beautiful eyes, pale skin, that little scar on his forehead. You really wanted to just trace all of his features with your fingers.

"But I promise you everything I felt for you was real," He says, getting serious. "I fucking love you."

I think you were both stunned by his words. It took a minute for you to process what he'd said. And once you did, you leaned forward and smashed your lips against his. He quickly returned the kiss, which was feverish and messy.

Teeth gnashed together and tongues collided. He had backed you up against his kitchen counter, pressing into you. With a slight cue, he lifts you up onto the counter to get a better angle.

His hands rest on your thighs, nails dragging against them. You wrap your hands up in his hair, tugging at the dark strands. Your mouths were moving against one another so sloppily, it was dirty.

His tongue flicked against yours, saliva running down your chin. It was all so much at once. Your senses were just full of him.

After a while you pulled away, needing air. You're left breathless, desperately panting to try and catch your breath. You wipe away the spit covering your lips and chin, looking at him with dazed eyes. 

Before you can say anything, he's taking you over to the couch now. You wrapped your legs around his waist out of habit. As he sat down, you still on his lap, he looked up at you on top of him. One hand pushing your hoodie up to reveal your skin. 

You help him pull off your hoodie, taking the shirt underneath with it. You're left in your bra and he leans forward, pressing kisses to your stomach, ribs and sides. His hands rest on your hips now, clamping tightly as if he'd lose you if he let go.

Then he goes for your pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He delves his hand into your pants, eyes fixed on you the whole time. He runs his fingers over your clothed pussy, watching as you let out a sensitive moan. 

His fingers then slip inside your panties, finding your sensitive clit. He circles over the nub with his fingers, going slowly. It seemed he was going to drag this out as long as he possibly could. 

"I thought I'd never be able to feel your touch again." You say through shaky breaths.

"I did too." He mutters, smirking at you. "Guess I'm just lucky."

You moan as he speeds up slightly, making you grab his shoulder for support. You feel your thighs twitch as the arousal grows even more. You can feel his hard-on pressing into your backside now, edging you on even further.

His fingers then move a little lower, teasing at your entrance. Slowly he pushed one in, then the other. Carefully, he moved them in and out of you at a slow but smooth pace. He used his thumb to brush against your clit, once again agonizingly slowly.

You felt your body grow even hotter as his fingers worked inside of you. Your back arched into his touch, moving your hips against him slightly. His other hand slid up your ribs, grasping your breast.

Your stomach fluttered and your thighs began to shake as you came. He never once took his eyes off of you as your pussy clenched around his fingers. His fingers moved for another few moments after your orgasm, just to draw out your reaction a little longer.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out and slipped his hand out of your pants. You watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean. He looked you in the eye as he did so, making your heart rate pick up again.

"I've been waiting to taste you again since the first time." He mutters, smirking slightly at you.

You lean in again, pressing a fiery kiss to his lips. He gladly returns this kiss, his hands resting on your upper torso. His mouth eventually trails down, down your jaw and to your neck. His hands grasp your chest, which was still covered by your bra. 

You lean back, unclasping your bra as you smirk meekly at him. He helps you pull it off, letting it fall on the floor. Your nipples harden as the air hits them, soon being accompanied by his hands. His fingers roll over your nipples, squeezing and pinching as he kisses you again.

Before long your hands begin to wander on his body too. You let your hand run up his abdomen, feeling the muscles under his shirt. He smirks as he feels you touching him, soon taking his own shirt off. 

You bit your lip slightly as you looked at him; he was utterly beautiful. You hadn't seen this much of him before, as the last time he was in a mask. Your hands snaked towards his belt, looking at him as you tugged on it. He watched you, mesmerized as you undid his belt.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'm going to fuck you harder than last time." He mutters, running a hand through your hair.

You bit your lip as you heard his words, face heating up in arousal. You unzipped his pants and slid your hand inside, fingers tracing along his length. 

You climbed back onto him, and he seemed to have taken the cue and pushed his own pants off. You pulled his cock out of his boxers, stroking him gently. He had teased you, so it was your turn to tease him by going slow. 

You lift your hips ever so slightly so you can run his length across your panties. He lets out soft grunts every so often. You smirk as you watch his expressions change but that smug look quickly fades when he roughly grabs your hips.

"Enough." He says commandingly, slightly breathless. 

Your hips were still lifted slightly, positioned right above him. "Fine."

You pushed your panties to the side, lining him up with your entrance. You feel his tip pressing into you, making you grip his shoulders tightly. You slowly sink down onto his cock, thighs shaking slightly. 

His hands rested on your hips, digging into them with a bruising grip. He watched your face as it contorted with pain and then pleasure. He lets out a soft grunt as you take all of him.

You both sit there unmoving for a second, your head resting against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, almost as a form of encouragement.

You sat up finally, hands resting on his shoulders as you lifted your hips. You raised your hips until just his tip was left in, before dropping back down suddenly. The feeling of him slamming into you at this angle was overwhelming.

You both let out moans, your eyes twisting shut and his hands gripping your hips even tighter. You could tell he was holding back…for now. Slowly you began to fall into a decent pace of raising and dropping your hips.

You bounced up and down on his cock, moaning out loudly. You watched him underneath you as his hands trailed up your body. He was admiring you at this angle, like you were a work of art.

His hands made their way to your breasts, squeezing roughly. You let out more noises as he leaned in, kissing and sucking on your neck. 

“Fuck..what’s..what’s your real name?” You ask through moans suddenly.

“What?” He asks, looking up at you slightly surprised.

“Your real name, t-tell me.” You mutter, continuing to grind your hips.

You watch the hesitation in his eyes for a moment. “Danny.”

A small smile spreads onto my face, “Danny, I like it.”

The sound of your name on his lips seemed to ignite something more in him. His eyes glazed over with lust as he began thrusting up into you.

“Say my name again.” He muttered.

“D-Danny.” You moan out as he continues to thrust up into you. 

“Fuck.” He mutters, hands gripping you even harder.

Suddenly he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your back. His hands grip your thighs as he slams back into you again. Your legs instinctively begin to wrap around his waist. 

He starts fucking you at an unforgiving pace. He finally stopped holding back and you weren’t disappointed. His eyes kept flickering between your face and where your bodies met. 

You could feel your stomach twisting and your body getting hotter. Your moans only increased in pitch as he thrusted into you harder. You were getting closer to the edge and you could tell he was too.

One of his hands moved down to rub your clit as he slammed into you repeatedly. Your legs twitched as you came, moaning and whining. He continued to fuck you, making you writhe in overstimulation. His thrusts became less and less rhythmic before he pulled out of you all together.

He stroked himself until ropes of cum shot out onto your stomach and chest. He groaned deeply as he painted your body with his pleasure. 

You both sat there just panting and looking at each other for a while. 

“I fucking love you, too.” You say through ragged breaths in and out.

He took a moment to look at you, eyes softening in adoration. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

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After you’d both…calmed down and cleaned off you sat on the couch.  You were wearing one of his shirts, since your clothes had been put in the wash by him.

He brought you a cup of warm tea, per your request. He sat down next to you, freshly washed hair still damp. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have another quickie in the shower while you were supposed to be cleaning up.

You took a sip of tea, relishing in the comforting taste. He’d put on some horror movie that was playing quietly as you both just sat there.

“So..” You say after a while. “What are we going to do?”

He doesn’t answer you for a while, just stares forward with a conflicted look on his face. 

“What do you want to do?” He reiterates the question as he turns to look at you.

You were slightly stunned by the question, seemingly silencing you for a few moments.

“I want to be with you.” You say. “Wherever you’re going…I..I want to go with.”

"I want you to go with me, too." He says, but his voice has a slight edge to it. "But I need to know that you're never going to tell anyone about me. I can't risk you getting me caught."

I nod, "I promise you, I'll never tell anyone." A small smile falls onto your lips. "I mean, its been this long and I still haven't told anyone or tried to run."

He chuckles at you, "Are you sure you really want to leave with me?"

“I’m fucking terrified to up and leave everything but..” You say, looking at his face. "I'm sure."

“Well, then.” He says with a smile, pulling you in a little closer. “I hope you’re prepared to go to New York.”

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