The Slashers

Ivy

TW: Blood, Knife play, rough sex, threesome, Dubcon

Ivy stalled in the hall over the dead body, her stomach turning over at the sight. She looked down at her feet, long blonde hair falling in her face, her brand new white sneakers had somehow survived all the bloodshed this far. She had expected things to get so... violent.

Wrapping her delicate stained fingers around the door frame, she dug her freshly painted black nails into the wood and used it as support. Bracing herself she hopped over the dark red blood pooling on the floor and danced into the kitchen.

"Ivy!" Steve spun his fingers around the handle of a kitchen knife. "Pretty pretty Ivy," he stared at her, the kitchen lights reflecting back at her in his blue eyes.

A shiver ran along her spine as a wicked smile formed on his lips. Her blood pressure rose, even more, when her eyes followed the spots of blood along his cheeks and neck, feeling like she floated when she took a step back.

She stumbled into something hard, making her freeze as a hot breath tickled against her ear. " And where do you think you're going, little Ivy? "

Her heart was lodged in her throat, and the warm breath falling over her neck was as menacing as the man it belonged to, making the hair on her neck stand.

Ivy stammered as she turned slowly, her eyes slowly locking with the gaze of the man towering over her, shaking her head as he grinned wickedly at her.

"I was- I wasn't going- I was coming to look for you."

She told him, swallowing her fear at the glint in his blue eyes.

Crimson streaks fell down his neck staining his taut white t-shirt. Both his hands were drenched in the blood of one of their victims.

"Are you afraid of us, Ivy?" Bucky asked, lifting his free hand to his lips, wiping his index finger clean of the sticky fluid as his eyes bore into hers.

"Stevie and I just wanna play a little game with you, we would never hurt you." He swiped his thumb across her bottom lip, the copper smell overtaking her senses.

Ivy felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end. The night had started out just like any other Halloween Party that the boys used to throw in high school but now with a deadly twist. So yeah she was a little scared.

"Come on, Buck, don't taunt her so much," Steve replied.

Bucky tilted his head, tongue flicking out over his bloody lip as he looked around Ivy at Steve with a raised eyebrow.

"She's a tough cookie, Stevie." Ivy jumped as Bucky's head snapped back up suddenly, his blue eyes dark as they locked in on her face, "aren't ya, sweetheart? Not afraid of a little blood... a little game of cat and mouse?"

"Why are you doing this?" Ivy whispered.

Bucky giggled, along with Steve. His bright blue eyes were glinting with malice and she felt Steve circle her like an animal, the tip of his knife dragging along the back of her neck. Ivy resisted the urge to swat him away for fear that he'd stick it right through her.

"Ya hear that, Stevie? I think our little princess here wants a motive." Bucky closed the gap between them and flipped the knife in his hand. "You know, sometimes, you don't really need a motive. Isn't that right, Stevie?"

Steve stepped in front of her, his eyes wide and manic as a menacing smile spread across his face. Ivy's heart was pounding.

"Sometimes it's more fun without one. Confuses the cops and keeps those news stories coming. We'll be... infamous," Steve breathed as his smile got wider. "But I got a question for you, Ivy-- how come you don't wanna play with us?"