Upon the Gaze (Ghostface X Reader 18+)

CHAPTER NINE - A Ghost in my Home

"Such a shame it will have to be our last."

The happiness I felt immediately drained from me. Was he leaving? Was he going to kill me? Honestly I'd prefer the ladder. I'd rather be dead than go on living without the hauntings of the Ghostface.
"What do you mean?" I asked a little shaken.
"My hiding spot has been blown. People are catching on, so I gotta move on. But don't worry, I'll let you live. You've been such a treat after all." He said as his hand moved to caress my cheek. I grabbed it, seemingly startling him for once. "No! I don't want that!" I shouted. "If you're leaving than just kill me instead!" His other hand reached around my head and took a hand full of my hair, yanking it slightly. His face got close to mine, and in the familiar dark tone he said, "don't you dare yell at me."
I felt regretful now. I hadn't meant to yell at him but I meant what I said. Tears dared to invade my eyes again. "Why do you have to leave? You can't find a place close by to hide for the time being?" I suppose he heard the distress in my voice, and he loosened his grip of my hair. He shook his head, lifted me up, and rose to his feet from the bed. "I'm leaving my hideout tonight. I can't stay there anymore, and I'd rather not stay in Borose. It's getting too risky." He walked slightly to the side of my room. He seemed to glimpse momentarily at the magazine of him on the nightstand. "I was on my way back to clean out the hideout when I happened to run into you." He said it in a nonchalant manner that made me angry. "why didn't you just leave me there then? You chose to approach me again, why?" Silence enveloped the room. The atmosphere was growing tense. I was determined though to push him for answers. His actions earlier felt so endearing, and now I felt betrayed, as though I was lied to. I boar my eyes into his back.
As though he felt my passive aggressive gaze, he turned and said, "what can I say? You've become my favorite little victim." My expression softened due to his worlds. The words that followed seemed remorseful in tone, "I've had fun with you kid, honest I have, but I'm not risking my career for you." He started walking towards the door.
"It's been fun," was all he said as he walked out. I heard him making his way down the stairs to the front door. Every emotion between grief, denial, anger, and disbelief cycled through me. His foot steps grew softer. His words from earlier entered my head.
"You just need something to trigger it..."
He thought he was a madman? I'll show him mad! I reached for an empty rum bottle off my desk and hurriedly made my way to the staircase. From the top step I saw his figure reaching for the door handle.
"Starts with a desire. A need. We all have it."
I swung back and launched the bottle forward. It hit the door right beside him. Smashing into millions of pieces.
"HOLD IT!" I shouted from the top of the staircase. Even though I couldn't see his face, his body language expressed he was truly shocked by my actions. I slowly walked down each step, until I stopped directly in front of him. I peered seemingly through him. The rage I had felt building finally started to die down. My expression eased.
"Please don't go..." I pleaded.
His body relaxed a bit. "I don't know what you expect me to do here, sweetie. I can't stay in Borose, my only option is to leave town." I thought for a moment, then rose my head. "Stay here then. With me."
He seemed to ponder the idea, taking on a thinking posture. "Think about it!" I said, "it's the perfect hide out for you! It's in-between the city where you have plenty of people to go after, and Borose, so you can stay close to your place of fame! It's quiet here, nobody ever comes around, and..." I quieted, "...you don't have to leave."
He was briefly silent, then said, "Alright. You got me," as he lifted his hands in surrender to the idea. A smile took over my face, the realest one I had felt in years.
"Yes!" I shouted with excitement.
"You really don't have many friends though, huh?" He asked as he started to walk his way into the living room, his arms crossed. "What?" I asked back. "I've been watching you for a while now, and I have yet to see anyone but yourself out here. Nobody comes to visit? No family? No friends?" My expression slowly became similar to the one a person makes when they accept sad news. In all the excitement I forgot I didn't live an exactly normal life, but indeed a sad one.
"No. No one comes around. You'll be safe here." I ensured him. I was zoning out for a second when I felt his gaze on me. I looked at him to see him in a stance alike to the one you see people making in art museums.
One arm wrapped around his waist, supporting the elbow of the other. His hand resting under his mask's chin and his head slightly tilted.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.
"Enjoying the view." He replied. Still confused to what he meant, it took me a second to grasp his provided answer. Immediately after I remembered I was infact undressed, in only my underwear, and still completely exposed to him. I blushed what felt like fifty shades of red, and rushed to cover myself with my arms.
He laughed in the sexiest way possible.
"You know, now that I really think about it, staying here sounds like a great idea." He started to walk back towards me. Unsure of what to do, all I managed was to back myself into a wall. I really ought to stop falling into stereotypical situations like this, I thought to myself. His hand suddenly reached up and covered my eyes. He pressed me into the wall, and I heard what sounded like his clothing rustling. Before I could say a word I felt something warm, and soft on my neck. All I could do was take in that feeling, trying to burn it into my memory as I wanted to be able to perfectly picture the sensation in my head for the rest of my life.
Ghostface had covered my eyes so he could lift his mask slightly. His lips were now pressed against my neck, and I felt as though I was melting to his touch. He trailed gentle kisses up and down my neck, and I let the soft moans cascade out of my mouth. To my disappointment he pulled away, and the sound of clothing moving could be heard again. He slowly uncovered my eyes, and I was face to face with his mask again.
"I look forward to our time together." He said in a hushed tone.
Then he started making his way towards the kitchen. "What do you have to eat around here?" He called back to me. I was still completely in a daze and had to shake my head to pull myself out of it. "H-hold on! I'll be right back!" I called to him.

I rushed up the stairs, almost tripping as I scurried to my room to throw on some clothing. Upon opening my pajama drawer, I felt conflicted on what to wear. It was going to potentially be the first night my killer was staying in the house with me, and a part of me kind of wanted to look good. I dug under all my band t-shirts and pulled out a silken tank top with lace edge. I bought it early in my relationship when I was dating Freddie. I never ended up wearing it though simply because I lacked the confidence. I gripped the shirt tightly at the thought. "Fuck you, Freddie..." I said out loud, then proceeded to put the shirt on. I had someone new of my own, accept it wasn't someone's fake best friend, it was a killer. I threw on my favorite pajama shorts, the ones that showed off a little rear skin, and tucked the bottom of the silky top underneath. I looked at myself in the mirror. Originally feeling quite confident, viewing myself in the mirror however made that confidence loosen a bit. "Maybe I'll throw on a cardigan too..."
After putting on an oversized cardigan from my closet, I quickly made my way down the stairs. I felt like an excited teenage girl, sneaking a boy into the house while her parents were out of town for the evening. As I made my way in the kitchen, I tried to fix up my hair. Walking in I saw Ghostface rummaging through the fridge, or should I say non-existent fridge. I knew there was nothing in there.
"Looking for something?" I asked jokingly. He looked at me and said, "do you eat in this house?" I hummed and said, "not often." I made my way to the table by the window, and picked up my pack of cigarettes. He moved over to the cabinet and said, "score!" Curious to what he found so appealing, I watched him pull out a box of lucky charms. I laughed a little bit. For a killer he seemed rather childish. But then it dawned on me.
"I don't have any milk."
"Damn it!" Was his response. I laughed slightly louder then last time, catching his attention. "What's so funny?" He asked. "Nothing, nothing! Sorry." I exclaimed trying to stifle my giggles. As he turned to go back to rummaging through the cabinet and I stuffed my cigarette pack into my cardigan pocket, we both heard the distinct noise of a dog barking. I turned to look out the window, and he came over beside me to look as well, with the box of lucky charms still in his grasp.
"I wonder if that's Zippo?" I spoke out loud. I wasn't used to having other people in the house, so I didn't think to keep the thought in my head. "Zippo?" Ghostface asked in a tone that suggested he thought the name was as dumb as I first did. "Oh, yeah. I had a run in with a weird southern guy in the woods last week. His dog almost bit me. I guess his name was Zippo? Apparently the guy named him after his lighter or something? Fucking rednecks..." I trailed off a bit on the last sentence, shaking my head, thinking back on the strange occurrence. "Fucking rednecks indeed." Ghostface said after me. I didn't realize he actually caught that last part. "If you don't feel safe around that guy, I'll get rid of him for you." He suggested nonchalantly, as he made his way back over to the cabinet. My eyes went wide for a moment. Was he considering how I may have felt in the moment? Or was he just looking for a new target? Not only that, but it gave me a weird sense of power.
I piped up from my side of the room.
"Ghostface." I called, this actually being the first time I referred to him as such out loud I realized. He hummed back at me in responce while he checked the expiration date on a box. "Do you have any reason to kill the people you do?" He lifted his head a bit, "not really, why?" That didn't really answer my question, so I tried asking it from an different angle. "I mean, is there a pattern? Do you just go for people who are easy to kill? Or do you have a sort of...killing type?" I said the last two words with my hands making quotations. "Weeeell..." He thought for a moment. "I like going after teen girls primarily. The shrieks I get from them are the best." He laughed a bit as he put back the other cabinet items and settled for dry lucky charms. "I enjoy hunting young women, but men are definitely on the list too. Especially those pompous jock-type kids."
Oh boy, I thought, I fell for the killer who goes after teenagers. I'd hate to see his search history. I shuttered a bit thinking about it. A dumb question entered my mind, "why did you go after me?" I asked it as if I was asking a typical boy why he liked me. I should have been batting my damn eyelashes at him as I said it.
"Well, you're a young women, and you were all alone in this big house. Honestly I thought you were 16 maybe 17 when I first started watching you. But gradually it became apparent you were an adult, living on your own"
I stared at him a little judgmentally. "What you've done with me, is it common among your victims?" He seemed amused by the fact I asked that question, and hearing him laugh slightly made me flustered. I realized I sounded more like a jealous girl than anything. He started to walk over to me and I tried to avoid his gaze this time. He rested his hand on the back of my chair, and leaned into me a bit. "Whyyy~? You jealous, sweetie?" Feeling my face begin to warm at the comment, I stated flatly. "No."
He still remained beside me, and leaned in even closer. "You don't have to worry, you were my first." I practically choked on my own saliva as I inhaled so sharply in panic to that comment. He snickered at my reaction and backed away. He stood in a thinking position again. I looked over to him slightly and asked, "what?" He looked to me and said, "let's order a pizza."