KISS Oneshots

#10 Paul Stanley x Reader

I sighed in frustration as I pulled into the parking lot of a local bar. I was getting irritated with driving from city to city and talking to all that victims. And still he was always one step ahead of me. I got out of my car and walked towards the entrance, immedeatly walking towards the bar after getting inside. I took a seat on one of the barstools, the bartender coming over to me. "Hey, what can I get you?", he asked with a friendly smile. "Whiskey on the rocks and some fries.", I answered, not paying that much attention to him. I saw him nodding in my periphal vision and vanishing again, while I searched around the inside pocket of my jacket.

Finally I pulled my little notebook out of it, laying it onto the bar and began to read my notes again. There must be something I had missed the first time. While I was busy reading, the bartender placed my drink in front of me and vanished again to get my food. I absentmindedly took a sip of the whiskey, my thoughts racing with all the information I got from the victims. And still it felt like a puzzle piece was missing. And that piece would make me see the whole picture if I found it.

Then my food was placed in front of me and I noticed how hungry I was. I began eating but still looked into my notes. Even though I was really focused on my work, I noticed someone sitting down next to me. I sighed internally, knowing what will most likely follow. "Hello there pretty lady. Why are you sitting all alone?", the stranger next to me asked and I rolled my eyes, not looking at him. "I'm working.", I just answered, still concentrating on my notebook. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought you were alone and could use some company.", he said, surprising me when he started to stand up again.

I turned to him, looking surprised, which made him look at me confused. "Something wrong?", he asked, while I looked him up and down. He was tall with shoulder length, curly black hair and soft brown eyes that looked at me questioningly. "It's just.....noone that asked me that ever left me alone after I told them to fuck off. They only got more persistent.", I answered and he smiled. "Well I know when to not be persistent. Even though I would've loved to get to know you some more.", he said, turning around and wanting to leave. "Then why don't you sit back down?", I asked, surprised about that myself. But I couldn't deny that he was handsome and charming, having a slight effect on me, even though I swore to myself to never let someone like that get to me.

He chuckled and turned back to me. "Is that an invitation?", he asked and I smiled. "Maybe. You've peaked my interest, mysterious stranger.", I answered and he smiled, sitting back down. "The names Paul.", he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Nice to meet you Paul, I'm Y/N.", I answered, taking his hand and shook it. "So, what are you working on Y/N?", he asked, pointing to my still open notebook. That's when I began to panic inside. What should I tell him? The truth was not an option. "Well, I.....I'm writing a book and was looking at my notes again.", I said, hoping he would just buy it and don't ask anymore questions.

"So you're an author! Is that your first book?", he asked and I groaned internally. "Ehm, yeah. I still need more inspiration for it, so I travel a lot.", I answered. Well, I really travelled a lot, but not because I wanted to write a book. It was my job. My family business that was passed down by my great great grandfather, Archibald Van Hellsing. But I couldn't just tell him that I was a Van Hellsing and hunting vampires, that would be weird even if he believed me. "Oh, I'm travelling a lot as well!", he said, getting me out of my thoughts, reliefed that he didn't ask more questions.

"So what are you doing for a living? Salesman?", I asked and he chuckled, shaking his head no. "See that three guys over there?", he asked, pointing to a table with three young men, all with curly black hair, sitting and laughing. I nodded, not looking away from the one in the middle. He gave off an aura of danger and seemed to be good with the ladys. "Those are my friends and bandmates, we're a rockband. Have you never heard of Kiss?", he asked and I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not really listening to music, only to the radio some times.", I answered and he smiled.