Monster (Vincent x Reader)

Protection Cons

Chapter Six

The next morning you woke up next to Vincent, once again. You happily sighed and covered yourself with the blanket once more, seeing as though one of you had kicked it off the bed.
"____~!" Vincent said your name.
You smiled softly and gave each a nose kiss.
Unlike a story where the two lovers talk to each other in the morning, you didn't talk to him back. Like every other normal person, you'd have morning breath, and honestly you didn't want to turn Vincent off.
"Mm~Hmm!" You hummed Vincent's name and got up out of bed, to the washroom and to brush your teeth.
When you were done, you crawled back into bed, laying your head onto Vincent's chest, hearing his fast heartbeat.
"Ahem," a voice coughed outside your room, startling both you and Vince. The stranger came in and you recognized him instantly.
"Am I interrupting something?" He grimly grinned.
"Dad," you grumbled.
"Aaaaww, now this isn't a very polite way to greet your old man after 6 years! It's not also not polite when you don't let me know when you got a husband."
I widened my eyes and looked back at Vincent, seeing a tint of red on his cheeks along with mine.
"H-he's not my husband! He's my boyfr-- My boy..fr.." You stood up on the bed, looking at the ground.
You didn't even know whether or not you and Vincent are official. You flushed in embarrassment.
"I'm her boyfriend, sir." Vincent said, grabbing you hand, narrowing both his eyes and eyebrows towards your father.
"Nice to meet you...?"
"Vincent. Vincent Cawthon."
"Mhm," your father grunted as he left the bedroom to go downstairs.
"Are you leaving now?" You asked with gritted teeth.
"Leaving? Why I just got here!" He exclaimed, also telling you and Vincent he'll be waiting downstairs for breakfast.
"Pig," you mumbled. "How the hell did you get in anyways...?"
"I'll make breakfast. It's okay," Vincent patted your head and head off downstairs as well.
Sighing, you got up and stretched, ready to face this long shitty day.

Which felt a little longer than you thought.

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You suddenly heard a plate smashing against the floor and a lot of yelling. You quickly went downstairs only to see Vincent and your dad arguing.
(A/N: Well that escalated quickly xD)
"She is not a slut, Sir!" Vincent angrily yelled.
"Didn't she hesitate when she said you were her boyfriend? God, young man, learn!"
"Fuck off old man! _____ is as faithful to me as I her!" Before your father could argue back, he was interrupted by a slap in the face planted by Vincent.
"What the hell is wrong with you boy?!"
"I swore on my life I keep my ______ safe, and I bet I'm doing a better job than you could ever do!"
Vincent was lifted slightly up from your father grabbing his collar. Vince was taller than your old man, and was let go instantly.
As Vincent was pulling back a fist to plummet your dad, you suddenly screamed, telling him to stop.
"Enough!" He said, with a booming, scary voice, and you began to see his inhuman form.
Before thinking, he had shoved you away, making you fall to the ground, hard enough to leave bloody scrapes on your elbows.
"Ow.." You winced in pain, seeing the wounds on your elbows.
"Not so safe, is she now?" Your father remarked, pointing to you.
Vincent looked back and gasped. He fell to his knees to help you up.
"Oh God, Oh God, I'm sorry," Vincent repeated over and over, picking you up and placing you on the couch.
"Get some backbone, boy! When you shove someone away, you don't apologize!"
This made Vincent more angry than ever. You knew it was an accident. You began to see Vincent take the more abnormal side of himself. Purple started to tint his peach skin and his dreamy amethyst eyes vanished, making it look like he has white glowing orbs for eyes. A smile grew across his face, stretching wider and wider where normal people's skin could tear.
"Vincent..." You gasped, still holding onto his shirt. He pushed away your arm, slightly pressing the wound, making you muffle a wince.
He slowly rose, getting closer to your father.
Trembling in fear, your father gulped but still decided to act like he wasn't afraid.
"What the hell are you?!" He shrieked, quivering.
"What? That was harsh. I'm a who, not a what. My name is Vincent," he crossed his arms and lowered his eyelids.
"Vincent..." The old man repeated, you lying there as if you weren't there at all.
"Aye, that's me," Vincent made a nod and towered over your father. "Thomason," he said your father's name as if he'd known it forever.
Before he could say anything, the younger male whispered few words, clenched his fist, and swung at the older male. He grabbed his chin in pain, but quickly, Vincent kicked his throat, making Thomason coughed out an amount of blood. Before Vincent could step on the man's ribs to hear the simple crunch, he rose his hand, surrendering.
"St-stop! Please!" He pleaded, wincing after every word.
Vincent pulled his leg away and placed his hands on his hips.
"I thought you said you fought men older than me, and it was one against 7."
"...You're terrible," Thomas said, coughing.
"Oh, am I?"
"You're a terrible, terrible monster!" Screaming, Thomason ran out, saying that he will come back.
You stood behind Vincent and he turned his head to look at you. He cracked a smile, but you only gazed at him in horror.
"You... You almost killed my dad..." You spoke, still cowering at the corner of the couch.
"Yeah," Vincent stuck out his tongue, "But didn't you want that?"
"I hate him to the core but that doesn't mean I wanted him dead!" You stood up.
Vincent grabbed your chin and pushed you against the wall.
"Vincent, let go! I'm not in the mood!" You tried to shove him away, but failed seeing he didn't move an inch.
"(Y/n)," he said, pressing his lips against yours.
You fussed and tried to break it, seeing you were still upset.
"Stop it!" You winced as he tightened the grip on your chin.
He lifted your chin and continued to kiss you, until finally, he let you go and you ran to your room.

It's only been 3 hours since you got up and it feels like it's been 3 days.

And it's been days since you last saw Vincent, and it feels like months.