The Paintings [Yandere Bloody Painter x Y/n]

.7.

You found yourself in Helen's bed that night. Surprisingly, for a serial killer his room was clean and somewhat modern. Art supplies, that weren't covered in blood were neatly stacked by the canvases. It was almost like he organized his room before you came in.

"Goodnight darling". He spoke in a tired, quiet tone but made his voice loud enough for you to hear.

You felt yourself shiver more than once, not because it was cold. Because you had a national killer in the same bed as you.

"Y/N..?" Helen gently called out to you. "How do you particularly sleep?" He asked, now he was sitting up. You sat up as well.

You weren't sure how to respond, no one particular asked you such a strange question. Maybe Heather would, the thought of Heather's odd nature crossed your mind. You felt as if you swallowed a stone of sadness, but shook your head slightly. You looked up at Helen, he was awaiting a answer. You studied his eyes for any traces of annoyance, nothing but dark circles under his eyes were shown. "I- well-well I usually lay my head on a pillow? I guess- it honestly depends on how I'm f-feeling I suppose?" You stuttered in your answer, a surge of embarrassment hit you.

"Hm..interesting..". He muttered, closing his eyes thinking to himself. You yawned. "Okay, what are you feeling like tonight?" He asked. You shrugged your shoulders not sure how to respond.

Helen nodded acknowledging you shrugging your shoulders and took of his cotton shirt for sleep, you stared for a while. You caught yourself staring and so did Helen, he smirked. Almost as if he was amused by your flustered face. Helen laid down for sleep, you stayed sitting up. You were tired, and you wanted to find away out of this place. You dangled your legs off the bed for a moment the quietly got off the bed, ask you walked towards the door you could hear Helen stirring slightly. As carefully as you could you opened the door a stepped out into the hallway. Almost instantly you began to run, not caring if Helen heard or not. You then tripped over the hallway rug, landing on your knees. You wobbled slowly down. Your knees weak from the fall.

You the felt a hand on the top of your head, followed by a small chuckle. "Your not leaving me so soon...". Helen spoke in a lower, threatening tone. You swallowed hard, clearly intimidated. "Understand?" Helen asked, you nodded slowly. "Good". He added, just before picking you up bridal style and back to his room. He laid you on the bed after closing the door to his bedroom. "Lay down". Helen ordered almost instantly. Perhaps you pushed to many buttons? You began to fear for your life. Well. I lived a good life, now time to get gutted from the inside out... You thought grimly, as you laid down.

Helen gently pushed you the far right of his bed, making you hit the wall a little. You felt a pair of kinda muscular arms grab your stomach and pulled you in. Your legs intertwined with his. Was his spooning you? You thought with much questioning in you thought. His body heat warmed you making you feel slightly comforted.

Tiredness soon came to you, Helen hadn't slept while you were awake. Half-asleep and Half-Awake you the turned your body, you were to endorsed by Helen's body heat to think. You placed your forehead on his chest and soon fell asleep, feeling comforted by the heat.