The Paintings [Yandere Bloody Painter x Y/n]

.2.

You gave yourself one last look in the mirror in Heather's room. "You look nice Y/n! Now let's goooooo!" Heather said sounding like a child again.

"Alright, alright! I'm just checking," You and Heather left the dorm heading out to a bar.

"Finally! We're here!" Heather spoke as you both exited you're car, you began to walk towards the bar's entrance.

"ID?" Asked what you'd assume was the bouncer. Without a word you and Heather opened you're wallets and presented the bouncer you're IDs. "Clear". The bouncer said flatly allowing you and Heather to enter the bar. There you saw a dancer floor full of all kinds of people dancing to the loud music, and of course there was a bar. The bartender seemed to be preoccupied with the guest drinks and what not.

"I'm gonna go dance, wanna come?" Heather asked you.

"I'm going to have to pass. But I'll be at the bar getting tipsy...see you later!" You said leaving Heather to go to one of the bar stools. "Can I get a frozen strawberry margarita?" You asked the bartender.

"Sure thing! Can I see some ID?" The bartender asked, in a hurry you showed him you're ID. He nodded "That'll be 8.48". He told you as he prepared you're drink. You nodded a pulled out a 10 dollar bill. You exchanged the money for your drink. As you took sips out of your drink, you grabbed your change back. You took some glanced at Heather on the dance floor; you weren't much of a dancer but you certainly knew Heather as, it was almost like she got high off it.

"Did you come here alone?" A man's voice spoke from beside you, you leaped up a little clearly startled. He took notice of this and smiled sheepishly. "My apologies for frightening you". He chuckled a bit, but you could tell his apology was true.

"It's okay..". You murmured loud enough for the unknown man to hear. He looked about your age maybe two years older? You began to take in his features he had black hair, stunning blue eyes and, he was rather tall and fit. You caught yourself staring you stopped and looked away and took another sip of your drink. "And no, I came with a friend. She's the lunatic on the dance floor". You pointed to your friend, she seemed to be doing some weird hand dance. "Heh..she's a bit of a mess". You commented chuckling a bit.

"Eh, we all have weird friends". He spoke holding up his cheek with his left hand outing his elbow on the table.

"I suppose". You responded, looking at the man. "Oh! My apologies, I'm Y/n. You?" The man looked at you as if he was thinking of something.

"Allan". He responded, putting his left hand out for you to shake it. You did.

"So what brings you here, Allan?" You asked, after you shook his hand. You took another sip of your drink.

"Oh, nothing much. Just here for fun I suppose". Allan answered with a smile. "Your from that art college, right?" He asked.

"Oh, how'd you know?" You asked, "Was it that obviously?" You said with a rather sheepish voice.

Allan chuckled a bit and pointed to your shirt. "There's a little paint stain on your shirt".

You looked down at you're shirt and noticed a paint stain just as Allan said. "Shit!" You muttered under your breath.
"I thought I got the stain out..". You admitted quietly. You're face grew hot with embarrassment, you showed up to a crowded area with a stain on your shirt? You probably looked like a parent getting away from their hyper active kids. "You have a good eye Allan". You admitted hoping to turn the conversation around.

"Well y'know when you have nothing better to do...one can only observe and wait for..". Allan's voice trailed off as if he was looking for the right words "Opportunity". He finished rather grimly.

A shiver ran down your spine. You took a worried glance at Heather; she was enjoying herself, perhaps you could suffer this embarrassment and awkwardness for your friend. You took another sip of your drink, you began to feel a bit light headed; you had to admit you were the type to get drunk easily. "So, is there another reason why you came to the bar?" You asked, curiosity burning in you like a bond fire. Allan looked a bit startled by the sudden question, perhaps he thought he'd get by with one answer to that question.

"Fine. You caught me, I'm here to look for some..models, for my new art project. I thought you'd be interested in it". He said, a smirked spread across his face.

You then chugged the rest of your drink leaving a empty glass on the bar. "I see..thanks for the offer but I'm going to have to decline". You responded, "Have we met before?" You asked, remembering a time you saw someone similar to him.

"No". He said simply. "Well not without you knowing..". He mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

You swallowed hard, another chill ran through your body. "I have to go". You said bluntly. Allan look at you confused; he tilted his head a little.

"Why? Weren't we having fun with this chat?" He asked, almost teasing you with the idea you didn't enjoy his company.

"No, no..it's just-just uh...it's late! Yes! Late! Me and Heather have to get some sleep for class y'know?" You made up a quick excuse and grabbed Heather without a word and entered the car. You were a little drunk and blocked out Heathers complaining. Your vision soon turned black and you awoke to a alarm clock blaring in your ear.