Lost In the Thrill (Ethan Landry x female!OC Smut)

Chapter 1: Location Unknown

A/N: This is a super angsty fic, more intense than my other work of Ethan so please read only at your own discretion! There are many toxic themes and relationships included in this work, please be advised and read the description for more trigger warnings. Let me know if you like this work and want to see more!

PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3v4GLiLZc9SutZTYsklwTA?si=2ccc5129ab5a4120 (songs for this chapter: want you so bad - the vaccines, so damn into you - vlad holiday, would you mind - friday pilots club)

The city was filled with things I used to care about before my lover was a serial killer.

Shiny objects were displayed behind glass windows; materialistic things us humans tended to love. Even the sun seemed attracted to them, it's rays dancing along the glass drinking everything in. Maybe a year ago I would've stopped to look at what treasures were held by each shop. Now, though, I ignored them as I walked past, my hair was shorter and my patience thinner.

I squinted through the sun, groaning as I continued forward. I fucking hate mornings, even it was 11pm soon to be noon. As long as it was just when I woke up it was morning to me and I hated existing during the first few hours.

The only solace I could find was in the greasy bacon and egg grilled sandwich from the local little eatery. This was one of the only places who also sold hash browns this late into the morning.

All day breakfast my ass, I scowled at the little McDonald's as I walked by. I stuffed my ear buds in playing something soft but upbeat enough to try and keep me awake until I found the sweet release of caffeination.

People moved from their day to day activities, blissfully unaware of what was happening around them and how dangerous this world really was.

The images of birds chirping, flowers blooming and sun shining were all a mask, I had realized. The couple holding hands chatting on the cold metal bench was a life far from one I could imagine holding any time soon. Not while I knew about the evils lurking, waiting for the prime time to pounce.

A slight buzz from my phone in my pocket caught my attention. The name on the screen was plain and simple. Ethan. I had very badly wanted to add a ghost and knife emoji next to his name but thought it not appropriate.

"Where are you?" It read.

"Good morning." I typed back.

"You turned off your location." He replied instantly and I smirked.

"Come and find me."

I close my phone then, turning it on silent and stuffing it into my back pocket. Perhaps if he was good at what he does he'd be able to find me easily. We'll see.

We were always honest to each other and never lied. It was that way with Richie too, before he died. Although we had only been friends and the moment I met Ethan things were different than Richie. He was the first person that made me realize maybe my ex-fiancé had been not the great person I once thought he was. There was a point I thought I might've loved Richie, until the moment I made eye contact with Ethan, when it was like the whole world stopped.

The difference in my honesty with Ethan was I enjoyed toying with him, such as turning off my location when he demanded me to keep it on. I understood why, it was a dangerous world we lived in. The thrill of the hunt though was addicting, for me and for him and the moment when he catches me...

"Claire," the old chef, Hal, nodded as I pushed open the shop door.

I hated the sound of my name, so feminine and soft. It was short for Clarice which was even worse. So, I usually said Claire.