Bloodlust || Ghostface x Female reader || Smut

The Entity's Realm

3rd Person Perspective

You feel the frigid air of your dorm room. You sluggishly open your eyes and look at your bare legs; The blanket fell off of you and is now tranquil on your cold floor. You groan.

"Why is the heating always broken.." You complain into your pillow which in turn muffles your speech. You always had trouble sleeping but the room situation certainly did help. You look over at your clock which displays 5:53am.

I guess I may as well get up. You thought to yourself as you lifted your head from the pillow. Lately you've been meaning to work out but either procrastinated too much or had too much schoolwork to even worry about exercise. You thought about this and decided to slip some sweatpants on along with some low-rise socks. You didn't wear anything other than a T-shirt and panties to bed so changing only took about a minute. You slipped your sneakers on and grabbed your dorm key from the hook next to the door. Before you left your dorm you made sure to grab your hoodie and you exited the dorm, locking the door behind you. You start walking your favorite trail just a five-minute walk away from the dorms, you put your hoodie on while you make your way. After a few minutes of walking, you encounter the familiar trail.

Y/n's Perspective

I looked at my watch and read 6:01am.

I have about an hour until I need to start getting ready for classes. I remind yourself as I start down the trail. Normally I would have music playing in your earbuds, but I had to leave it at home to let it charge.

That's what I get for staying up all night on my phone... I did a mental facepalm and smiled at my own carelessness. I continued my walk and started to see my own breath. I noticed that any kinds of typical chirping from the morning birds seemed to have disappeared, which created an unsettling ambience in the air; It also didn't help that the fog around me was very thick and dark. Almost as if it a swamp or a bog. My heart was starting to race as I was prone to getting scared easily. I thought I heard a twig snap behind me, and I stopped in my tracks and looked behind me immediately. I heard some leaves turn which really set off my adrenaline and put me into 'fight or flight' mode. I decided to act the latter and sprinted down the path more, making sure to look behind me every few seconds. As I was starting to get tired, I looked behind me again for a few seconds before tripping on a root. I fly through the air for a good second and

"Fuckk..." You look down at the damages your body gathered from the fall. I feel my knees all scratched up, but my hands are what took the most damage. I look at my hands and see them drenched in a dark red fluid.

Blood

I sit down on the trail with my head in my knees trying to endure the pain. My forearms ache and my hands feel like they are on fire.

"Hey... are you okay?" I hear a rugged voice call out to me. I looked up to see the environment had completely changed; Well, kinda... It was still a forest, but the sky shone a late-night moon, and the fog had lightened up quite a bit

Did I fall asleep? How long? Where am I?...

"Hello?" The British accent filled my ears as I started to come to my senses.

"Uhm.. I just scratched up my hands a little bit." I show him my hands and he sharply breathes in through his teeth as if he could feel the pain himself.

"I fell." I added because I'm sure he was about to ask. He nods his head in understanding and reaches into his back pocket to grab something.

"Give me your hands." He says demandingly. I show my hands to him, and he takes one of them and starts to wrap it with gauze. Once he finishes my right, he moves onto my left; He took great care not to make direct contact with my wounds. I blushed a little bit, only because it was nice for someone to actually seem to care about my wellbeing and helping me. As he was finishing, I asked for his name.