Dating The Villian

Bedtime

Chats P.O.V

I don't really remember much of anything. It's been a few months of roaming around as chat blanc, stealing, killing whoever got in my way. My head was always screaming at me and every step I took filled me with anxiety.

On this particular night it was cold, raining hard and loud with no where for me to go to.

I often tried to beg silently. Ask the moon to please grant me something. Something to remember, or to go to. Something, anything, that wouldn't let me be alone.

And for once I got an answer back.

I screamed out in agony pulling at my hair on a rooftop somewhere by central park when a voice called out.

I met a beautiful girl with a alluring voice who offered me saftey.

And in a night my world turned upside down.

I had followed this girl into her home, she took me out of the rain, dried my hair and was making me cookies all while holding my hand simply because I didn't want to let go. Something was beautifully strange about her. Her voice was always happy and loving; and Her bluebell eyes would look at me in a way no one has ever even glanced at me. She made me feel safe, and gave me an emotion I don't think I've ever felt before. I was so scared this was a trap, that I wouldn't be able to leave. But now I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to stay. Once the rain let up, I'm sure she'd kick me out. But her kindness made me question if that would really happen. She didn't seem to be like anyone else I had ever met.

Whoever this girl was she was captivating. I wondered why I'd never knew of her till now. Was she hiding from me? Either way, I'm so happy I found her.

I could hear her heart beat, and when it would beat faster. When her charming voice would change to comfort me or explain things to me, or when she praised me for doing something right and gave me head pats. How she didn't treat me like everyone else and accepted me in so quickly. She made me feel Important, like she was glad I was there. I've never met anyone like her before, she wasn't even scared of me. If anything she was worried for me, I wonder why. No one has ever wanted me, but she's..

"Alright! The cookies are in the oven!" She said happily closing the oven door dusting off her hands. I quickly sat up from the stool turning to face her. Wait, when did I let go of her hand? "Oh, sorry chat I didn't mean to wake you. If you want you can go nap on my bed while I wait for these cookies to bake." Did I really fall asleep? I haven't slept in weeks.. I rubbed my eyes with one hand and walked over and grabbed her hand with the other. for some reason whenever I held her my head felt fuzzy and it was.. nice. I guess I was sleepy.. I agreed to her offer with a quiet yawn before getting closer leaning my head on hers. "Now now kitty, im not the bed." She said laughing softly. For some reason her laugh had made me smile. A smile? That was something I don't remember ever doing before this.

Taking my hand she lead me up the stairs. We passed three floors with the sound of the tip tap of footsteps and her soft humming. I noticed her tiny hands were always warm, I could feel the warmth through my glove. And I could tell her hands were soft too. She didn't seem to mind holding my hand dispite me being cold and rough being big enough to cover nearly her entire hand. "Follow me." She whispered climbing up a ladder at the end of the 3ed floors hallway. I was confused but climbed up after her anyways.

We entered what I assumed was her room, lights like fireflys dangled all around and gave off a gentle glow. Her room was filled with neat homey things. A desk, couch, vanity set and stairs leading up to a bed. But the thing I liked most was it had smelled like her. "Sorry, my rooms a bit messy. My beds up there so make yourself at home." I nodded following her to her desk. She was frantically straghtening things out as if it suddenly mattered how clean it was now that I was there.