Deadly desires (Patrick Hocstetter)

A taste of pain

It was around 7 pm before I saw Patrick again, I was sitting on my bed scrolling on instagram when I felt the bed dip next to me.

"What are you doing (Y/n)" Patrick looked at me with curiosity staring at my phone in bewilderment.

"Just checking my social media" I lifted my phone and pointed to the screen, 'duh' written all over my face.

"What's that?" He spoke staring at me, his eyes showing a small bit of interest.

"It's like a news paper- I suppose, but you can post pictures and tell people around the world how you feel and stuff. Here let me show you my instagram" clicking my profile I scrolled slowly through my numerous photos of me, me and my brother, and our old cat Milo.

"You're actually kind of okay looking sometimes" the sudden compliment made me giggle.
"You're not to bad yourself Patrick".

He looked at me and smirked , laying his hand to rest on my thigh.

I froze at the sudden action, remembering the creature he had turned into earlier in the day.
He noticed my sudden gush of fear, his lips spreading into a wide grin.

Leaning forward until he was close enough to me I could feel his cold breath on my face, he whispered "I want you to fear me".

His lips met mine, rough and hard he pressed further, me frozen underneath.
His hand came up to the back of my head sinking in my hair and pushing me further towards him.

Reluctantly I give in to the cold, and scoot in a bit. At this movement he parted his lips from mine and sat up straight.

He looked me in my eyes scanning for something, "I like your warmth" he finally pushed out.
I stared a bit confused " if I could steal your breath I would, I'd take it, your heart beat makes me furious and your...." His eyes scanned me up and down making me shift uncomfortably under his gaze "your....you drive me mad everything about you I hate and crave at the same time"

I took in a deep breath and backed up slowly, only to be pushed back onto my bed, Patrick hovering over me.

"If I can't take it from you, if I can't have it then no one can. You're mine, your breath, your heart that's beating in your chest, it's all mine, and if anyone even thinks about you they are dead" his eyes burned deep into mine, his breath although cold was laced with icy hot venom.

He licked a trail up my cheek.

"(Y/n) are you okay?" My mother knocked on my door. I sat up Patrick no where to be seen and made my way over to my door.

"Yeah I'm cool, sorry I didn't get a lot done today mom I'll do more tomorrow" I said opening my door to be face to face with her.

"It's fine dear, but tomorrow can you get the living room set up?" I nodded my head as she smiled at me "thank you darling, try to get some good rest tonight okay" she kissed me on the forehead and walked away.

My door shut without me even touching it, next to me with a hand on the door stood Patrick smirking down at me. A heavy cold sigh escaped his lips as I reached down and relocked my door.

I sat down on my bed and stared at the wall Patrick sitting right behind me, his cold hands slid their way to be placed firmly, one in my hair and the other around my torso.

"Lay down darling, you need to try to get some rest" his attempt as a sweet voice sounding more like a threat.

I gulped and eased back onto my back looking towards the ceiling. Patrick's cold form placed against me firmly and he wrapped his arms around me one over my heart and the other rested almost to gently around my stomach.

He placed a kiss against my temple, "goodnight darling"