vance hopper ,, one shots ,,

- pyschopath lover -

This is if Vance was a crazy psychopath lover..

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You fell inlove with Vance Hopper. Your parents disagreed with the relationship but you couldn't help yourself but to love the boy.

Few months passed since You've gotten with the boy, things started to change. He never let you talk, or even look at another boy. He'd then beat them to death, hide the body and blame it all on you.

Blamed it on you cause you were his little pet to play with. He played with your feelings, but you couldn't force yourself to leave him.

Your parents disowned you after realising you weren't leaving him. You told yourself he was the boy of your dreams. You loved his voice, body, and touch. You loved everything about him, exept how horrifying it could be when you talk to another guy.

"Hey! Your name is yn right? We went to the same school a few years back." You hear a voice say behind you.

You were at the mall, sitting on a seat in the food court, waiting for Vance to come back with yours and his food. Your heart starts pounding as you realise it was a males voice.

You turn a bit pale, scared of what Vance can do to him. You sit there, pretending like he's not there, hoping he would leave you alone.

"Hey? I'm talking to you?" You hear once again, feeling a hand grab your shoulder, pulling it so you can face the boy. You wince at how sharply he pulled you.

"Why aren't you speaking to me? Did I do anything wrong? Anyways, I was wondering I'd you'd wanna go out with me tonight." He says.

"N-no please stop talking to me leave me alon-" you stop talking once you see, Vance standing behind the boy.

You see vance holding onto his shoulder, staring at him so sternly and angrily. Your breathing becomes heavier, your back starts sweating as you watch them, stare eachother down.

"She's not interested." Vance says. He then looks back at you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the seat and towards the front entrance of the mall, leading you two back to his car.

He pushes you, into the passenger seat so roughly. You think, what is he going to do? You think of the most gruesome things he could do to you as he walks towards the driver seat and opens it.

He slams the door and turns the car on. He sits there for a few seconds before finally driving off.

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You sit on your bed, listening to the horrifying screams that come from your basement. The screams from that boy as, Vance brutally beats him with his thick rings on.

You listen with a straight face, looking out the window, watching as a healthy couple pass by your house, holding hands and laughing.

You watch as you remember that used to be you and vance. You wished it was still the way he was; but nothing good can ever stay.

The screams stop. You listen as footsteps come closer and closer to your shared room with Vance. The footsteps finally stops at the door before opening it slowly.

Vance stands there, his clothes full of dark fresh blood, looking like he just had a blood bath.

"You see what you made me do?" He says, rubbing his bloody knuckles, looking at you so sadly.

"I'm sorry!" You yell, running up to him giving him a big hug getting the blood all over your clothes.

He sighs; before pushing you off him, looking at your clothes.

"You got one of my favorite outfit of yours dirty, gee." He says before walking out of the room.

You stand there, looking at your shirt and bellbottoms covered all in blood. You quickly take off your clothes, still in your bra and panties, putting some shorts on before running to the washer and shoving the clothes in.

You could never stop loving Vance even after all the stuff he does to you. After all there is a bit of good in everything.

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This is kinda sad and manipulative but I didn't know what else to make bro..