Monster (Vincent x Reader)

I Fell In Love With A Killer

Chapter One
Warning: contains fluffiness
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In a blink of an eye, his face appeared in front of mine. He crookedly smiled at me, but I didn't smile back. He had pinned me against the wall and breathed heavily on my neck.

"Hey beautiful," he pressed his lips against my collar bone as I bit my lip in both pleasure and discomfort.

"P-please let me go," I stuttered, eagerly waiting for him to step away.

He only laughed against my skin and asked, "What's your name?"

I shut my mouth. I didn't want to tell him. I tried to push him off but the only thing I felt was his rock-hard abs and chest. "I said," he looked at me straight in the eyes, yet I wasn't so sure he had any for me to do the same. All I saw was white. "What's your name, love?"
I gulped and slightly said to him, "____...."
"Lovely," the man gave me another one of his toothy grins, yet I still didn't return the smile.

In a moment, his cold hands slid to my face. I shivered, me being in my pyjamas.
"Y-you...you're a monster!" I blurted to his face, yet he shut me up with a kiss for a few moments.
"Am I really?" He lowered his eyes and looked at me again, this time I could see a bit of his pupils. Amethyst..
"Yes you are!" I continued, starting to regain my confidence, "Killing those innocent children, what the hell is wrong with you?!"
Yet again, he stopped me with a hot kiss, making my legs wobble ever so slightly.
A soft moan came from my mouth, and I felt a smile in the kiss. I pressed my hands against his chest as he wrapped his around my waist.
The man let go of me as soon as we were almost a metre from my bed.
"What's wrong with me?" He chuckled a little, catching his breath, "What about you?"
"M-me?! How dare you! I-I'm sane! Not like- like you!" I pointed my index finger towards him, and again he made a dark chuckle.
"You liked my lips," he teased, licking his lips.
"Get out of my house! I don't even know you!"
"Ah yes," he crossed his arms, "my apologies, love. I'm Vincent."
"Vincent?" I repeated.
"Yes Vincent."
I stopped talking for a minute, and so did he.

"If I didn't hate you so much, I think I might be in love," I whispered, yet he clearly heard me. That was when he began to crazily laugh.
"Oh my dear, dear ____," he put his finger under my chin and lifted my head for me to see him. "You don't hate me. In fact, you could be as crazy as I am! Ha ha ha!" He stopped himself by kissing me once again.
"I could never be as psychopathic as you," I fussed. "And even if I were, how could I be even as crazy?"

Vincent opened my bedroom window and put his legs through it first. "You're in love with a killer," then he was on the roof of the house. He stuck his head back in and smiled, "And that killer happens to be me."

Within a flash, the window closed and he was gone.

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The next morning, I found my windows closed and it seemed like nothing had happened. 'It must've been a dream,' I sighed to myself, relieved yet unhappy.

If I were able to see his face again...the human inside of him, his pupils that lured my heart into the arrows he shot. My breath hitched as my alarm went off. It was 6am. I've been awake before my alarm. Wow.

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"____! Stop daydreaming and get those orders to their tables!" My boss scolded, as I picked up the platters.
"I wasn't daydreaming!" I yelled back, sticking out my tongue, "If I didn't need the money, I'd shove a freakin' --" Just then, I bumped into a man who was in his 20's, dropping the orders I carried on him. "Sh-shit! I'm so sorry!" He stood up and charmingly smiled at me, making me blush slightly.
"It's quite alright," he said, wiping off the pizza and cake smears on his shirt.
"No, here! Let me help you..." I grabbed a bunch of napkins and wiped his shirt as much as I could, feeling a familiar feel of abs and muscular chest. I jumped back unintentionally, but the man grabbed my arm before I could fall.
"Hey are you okay ____?!" He looked at me with sincerity, with beautiful, dreamy purple eyes.
My cheeks flooded with red, I looked away and cleared my throat.
"Uh, how do you know my name?"
"Oh! U-um, I- I read your name t-tag?"
I looked down at my uniform, but there wasn't a name tag. I looked back at the young man and glanced at him.
"I mean, I overheard your boss..."
"Oh," God dammit, he heard that? "Sorry, I have to get back to wor-"

"____! Are you deaf? Are you blind?! You dropped the orders! What the hell is up with you?"

The man whom I couldn't recognize stepped in front of me and said, "Sorry, that was my fault sir. I didn't look where I was going. I- I'm new here. My name is Vincent..um..Cawthon?" ( Oh, see what I did there? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

"Oh!" Boss exclaimed, in embarrassment. "Right, right, you're the new guy. Let _y/n_ show you around," he gave a quick glance at me, and I pouted, but at the same time I cheered in my head.

I recollected all the information and one thing stood out. His name was Vincent. His features were almost exactly like the Vincent I met last night. Long hair finished with a rat tail, that unremarkable body...

The things that were different was his specific personality, how almost inhuman he looked before. Now he looks...human. I can see his purple eyes and his smile isn't so abnormal and sadistic looking. He was...cute. Handsome, might I add that.

"____? Are you okay?" Vincent looked at me and put his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me show you around."