Outcast Oneshot book #3

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Inspired by Melanie's song by the same name. I'm listening to Amour's playlist rn.

If the picture is there, that is what Amour used to look like.

Pretty sure I've used the title before.. I can't remember. Your girl is horrible at naming things.

This chapter may be a little creepier than my usual yandere fic. Just warning you now.~

Enjoy~

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When he first laid eyes on you, he didn't think much of you. You were just an ordinary human trying to get by.

You were a small little thing. Much to innocent for a harsh world like ours.

You worked at a run down diner. You would serve tables every day, you used the small tips you got to shop after work for the things your pantry was missing.

He decided to keep an eye on you. He wasn't sure what it was.. But something had drawn him to you.

He had talked to you a handful of times. You were the awkward type. You were on edge at all times it seemed.. You were nervous and shy when he spoke to you.

He was patient with you. Over time, you two got closer. And you didn't stutter around him anymore.

He made you laugh. He made you feel wanted. He made you feel pretty with how much he complimented you time and time again.

Everyday during your working hours, you'd wait for him. Just waiting for those scarlet eyes to land on you.

You spoke to him about your worries, your family, your dreams, your interests.

He remembered every little thing you told him. No matter how mundane it was. He remembered it all.

He found himself growing more fond of you every time the two of you chatted during work. He found your nervous body language cute.

Anytime you played with your hands, looked down at the floor with flushed cheeks. He'd savor the moment. Locking it into his memory.

Eventually, the two of you had began dating. He'd walk you home after every shift. You felt safe with him, safe with his arm wrapped around yours.

The city wasn't the best place to live. You knew that, but you had to make money somehow.

You couldn't believe how lucky you were to find him. A kind boy a little older than you, sweeter than honey, funny as hell, and charming.

Everything you wanted.

Protective, caring, trusting, loyal.

He never looked at other women. His eyes were always on you, no matter the situation.

His crimson eyes always made your knees weak. They held a dominant gleam in them that always sent fluttery butterflies in your stomach.

He held you like you were made of glass. Being oh so careful with you, even if he was just holding your hand, or hugging you.

He was an amazing cook to. Much less work for you. He always made sure you ate well, caring to your every need.

You've never felt so loved even from your own parents.

He pampered you. He always brushed your hair, and always picked out the cutest clothed for you. And bought you the fluffiest and cuddliest plush you could ever ask for.

He was perfect.

But of course, with every perfect thing, there has to be a catch.

But, your head over heels self didn't even notice the one imperfection he had. He hid it well.

He watched you sleep. His crimson eyes always lingered on you. You slept peacefully.. It brought him much joy to see you at peace.

Anytime he came home to your shared apartment, his hands would be drenched in blood.

There had been a man checking out your backside when you and your imp had been to the park.

He had caught him off guard when his red eyes glared burning daggers into the man.

Needless to say, that man didn't have any eyes left to gaze upon your softness again.

That man wasn't his first victim.

There were dozens before. Yet he always got away with it.

You were blissfully oblivious to it. Amour always changed when he got home late, always wearing the sweaters you bought him.

He left your shared apartment time and time again. Yet you'd always be asleep when he got back.

He'd wrap you up in his arms, taking in your sweet scent that always kept his blood thirsty soul calm. His tail would wrap around your legs in an effort to keep you closer to him during the night.

You'd never know it, you were in the bed of a murderer.

You had slept with a psychopath. 

You were in the arms of a lovesick monster, who would do anything for you.. It didn't matter how much blood stained his hands, he would do anything for his darling angel.

He'd never hurt you. He loved you far too much to ever lay a finger on you.

You were oblivious to it all, drowning in his love for you. In too deep. Unaware of the bloodshed in your name.

The soft hands that held yours in a loving grip, were the same ones with so much blood on them.

Amour's grin widens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I love you darling."

End...? I'm in a creepy mood. I hope you enjoyed!