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Chapter Thirty
3 Years Later
[ your pov ]
10:00 AM
"Ah!" I said, giggling as he towered over me dominantly. He smirked, lowering his head to place a kiss on my lips. His dark messy waves of hair rested cutely on his head, his green eyes that hypnotizes me, and not to mention his fucking build.
"(Y/n)?" He said, tilting his head. Catching me off guard, he tackled me on the bed again, attacking my sides and tickling me.
"AHHH! Damien--hahaha!--please--stop!" I laughed, gasping for air. I didn't like being tickled, but if it meant he was doing it, I paid no mind.
I met him when I had decided to finish the rest of my years at University, and he asked me out on Graduation Day. I moved in with him, in a sky high apartment in downtown New York City. I gave Ina and Caleb my house.
"Damien Waltz," I said, in a serious tone.
"(Y/f/n)," Damien mocked my tone.
In an instant, I lunged at him. "You idiot! I don't talk like that!"
He was in mirth, and it annoyed me. I shut him up to a peck on the lips.
When I parted, he smashed his lips against mine again, turning it into a make out session.
When I took a breather (because I need oxygen, unfortunately), I noticed something at the corner of my eye.
It was like a fleck of...
Purple.
I looked to that fleck, but nothing was there.
"Something wrong, babe?" I shook my head to tell him to shrug it off.
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2:30 PM
I turned on the News Channel. ( so blunt xD )
"BREAKING NEWS: 7 children, 5 teenagers, and 3 adults have been murdered in downtown New York around 10 o'clock this morning. Officials have not yet caught this monster," The news reporter said with a scowl. "And the only evidence they had found to find the murderer was that of a security camera that happened to be nearby," The lady stopped talking and a picture popped up of a tall man, looking directly at the camera. It wasn't a normal human... He had glowing white orbs for eyes, a smile that could literally stretch from ear-to-ear... But most of all...
He was purple. Clothes, face, skin.
"Should any civilians catch him, see him, etcetera, please turn him in. Thank you."
I turned off the TV and stared at the blank screen.
10 o'clock? That's when. . .
I shook my head. No way. No way is he coming back now. He can't.
He shouldn't.
But he is.
After one long year, I've waited. I realized he wouldn't come back. So I moved on and to Damien.
"Hey..."
He shouldn't have came back, the bastard.
"Hey (y/n)!" I heard a voice. I snapped out of my thoughts and my eyes then directed to Damien.
"Wh-what is it, Vincent?" I asked, shaking my head to remove what seemed like a thought.
"Vincent?" Damien scrunched up his nose. "Who the hell is Vincent?"
"Huh?" I tilted my head. "What?"
"You called me Vincent."
"I did?"
I was dumbstruck - did I really call him that?
"Yeah," Damien said, standing up. "You did."
"I- I didn't mean to! I was just thinking about my ex-- I mean...how my ex is doing... And I just...I don't know."
Damien harrumphed. "Okay, whatever." He rolled his emerald green eyes and sat down beside me. "I have to go to work soon. Like, in half an hour. I better get ready."
I nodded my head.
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4:45 AM
"You have reached the voice mailbox of.. Damien Waltz. To leave a callback number, press five. At the tone, please leave a message."
Beeeep!
"Damien? Where the hell are you? It's almost five a.m. . . ."
I ended the call. Recently, early last month, he would leave for work at three in the afternoon and then he comes home at 8 in the morning. I forgave him a couple weeks back, but this is goddamn ridiculous.
"Ridiculous. . . ? What a. . . funny way to put it," A dark chuckle erupted from behind me. I whipped my head around and to my surprise. . .
It definitely wasn't Damien.
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Sorry for late updates! I've been having writer's block but i think I'm okay now!
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No-- I'm NOT writing a sequel. I'd be droning on and on and on and eventually you'll get bored. Trust me. If you really had a psychopathic boyfriend who kills anyone who hurts you or whatever, that "anyone" would be dead in like a snap of a finger. Same with this stuff if ever I write a sequel.
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