Watching You | Ghostface x Fem Reader

Bloody Y/n

I collapsed against a tree in my back garden, my legs weightless. I was on a rush. A mad grit. (Haha funny joke I know).

I removed my mask to have the cold winter air hit my sweaty face. Refreshing was an understatement. I took off the bloodied gloves from my hands and felt the cool grass beneath me, giggling like a child as I rolled in it. I played in the short grass like a puppy, grinning and smiling like a mad person. Maybe that's what I was, but it was the closest to alive I've ever felt. I didn't care about what I did, it made me happy. Killing him was the best thing I've ever done. My laughter abruptly faltered when sirens blared from just over the fence. Did they know? I was quickly proven wrong as they sped right past my house. I sighed in relief, pulling out Danny's camera and clicking through all of the photos him (and I) had taken. I empathised with Danny on a whole new level now.

To him, killing was a drug. Maybe the people who he kills are the people he knew in the past that might've wronged him, you never know. He was just like me: numb. In need of something to give him a kiss of life, like taking another person's.

"Y/n?"

I turned off the camera and looked up at the source of the voice, him. I was lying on the grass so I saw everything upside down. "Oh hi Danny." I was completely and utterly delirious. "Sweetheart. Look at this mess you've made!" He smirked, scolding me in a spirited way. He made it out to be like a simple paint splash on a child's clothes. "You got carried away huh... it's ok, do you feel alright?" He collected the neglected items scattered around me. "I feel fantastic, actually." I propped myself up on my elbows and sat up. He kneeled before me and sweetly caressed my cheek. His hands were warm in contrast to the brisk air, I liked it. "How did you get home?" I said the word 'home' nonchalantly. "Taxi, don't worry I got it to somewhere a few streets away from here and made it look like I entered a completely different house. Also your timing was absolutely immaculate, I'm impressed. You're gonna have to be my accomplice more regularly." He joked, but I wouldn't mind... at all.

Danny changed my outlook on life completely, it was a newborn truth, a vision painted red. But the red was inviting, it cuddled me and stroked my hair as if it loved me, but it didn't love me as much as I loved it. It was my heroin and I was itching for more. My mind slashed at every girl that slapped me in school, tripped me over and poured water on me and, wow, did it push me further into the rabbit hole.

"Now let's go inside and get you out of those clothes." He knew how that sentence sounded and let it slide off his tongue with excellence and fluency, his confidence astounding. You woman eater. "Here's your camera, by the way, look at my work if you desire." I stood up, him doing the same. "I'm excited, but I want to surprise myself, let's go inside."

"These are beautiful, I do prefer the first one though." He talked through the bathroom door, I was changing into something comfortable. I couldn't be bothered showering tonight so I was going to do it tomorrow but luckily I wasn't bloody at all, not anymore. "Yeah, the first one's my favourite too. Guess it's just a better photo, hm?" I agreed with his honest opinion. I was in a pair of loose pants and some random sports team jumper. Comfy.

I opened the door and we immediately locked eyes. That moment was the moment. The moment. Something clicked I swear. Whether it was the light going off and screaming at me to faint or my brain trying to keep me awake in his dreamy gaze, something definitely did.

Danny moved closer to me, his hands meeting the small of my back. "Did I ever tell you that I love your face?" He flirtatiously questioned. "No, but you surely love your own." I chuckled. "Yes, but you don't have too much of a difference in opinion." He knew, he was so smug about everything. With his stupid stylish trench coat and his pristine white teeth, the man was a smoke show.

My thoughts were killed off by the feeling of his breath on my lips.

Just kiss me already.

And so we did, we kissed. I kissed a serial killer. I wasn't a serial killer but I was a killer, a murderer. That was me now. We parted and I could still feel the warmth from his skin on mine, although it wasn't there.

Yes, hello! Hopefully you liked the last few chapters, the next chapter will be longer (I promise) I just didn't want to narrate going to sleep heh <3