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What the fuck?
All of this had been such a simple misunderstanding. Telling Erik should've been easy... but the undead man had seemed a bit touchy on the subject even from the start.
Yet, to go this far?
What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.
(Y/n) was trapped in Erik's grip, staring up at his reflection in that hunting knife with fear.
Rosa rushed to his aid. Erik grunted as her tan fingers wrapped around his arm, wrenching (Y/n) free.
"Run for the stairs in the middle of town! They'll bring you home!"
The (h/c) didn't need to be told twice. He ran, faintly hearing the two undead wrestle for the knife the further he managed to get away.
(Y/n) could easily see the stairs once he reached the innermost circle of the town. His heart rate increased when he heard footsteps closing in behind him.
"Don't run from me, my blossom!"
The young man ignored him, trying to will his legs to run faster.
"I promise I'll make it quick."
Once he reached the stairs, it felt like nothing could stop him. He took them two to three steps at a time.
He'd make it back home.
He had to.
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John stared out of his window blankly, watching the clouds slowly pass by.
Now that the wedding with (Y/n) was off, his mother had been practically pulling her hair out while trying to find a replacement. The only other viable option seemed to be Lula Hendricks.
John remembered her. They had been friends back before his father ran off...
The Hendricks family was the only exceptionally wealthy family in the town across the wood. Despite their close proximity, communication could be hard to establish sometimes.
The woods were just a little too dense, and mail carriers would sometimes get lost.
Marrying Lula... he didn't like the sound of that.
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(Y/n) shouted as he broke free from the earth, Erik shoving him from behind.
"Please, don't make this harder than it has to be. It doesn't have to take long at all."
The (h/c) managed to just barely grab Erik's arm before the knife could come down. (S/c) fingers trembled as they struggled to hold the blade away from his chest.
"W-Wait, listen to me!"
Erik remained emotionless, pushing more of his weight down onto the knife and making (Y/n)'s arms buckle.
"Wh-What if I liberate you? I-I can tell your lover that you died... I can solve your unfinished business!"
His eye hardened.
"It won't make a difference."
(E/c) pools widened, the struggle to keep himself alive becoming increasingly harder.
"What do you mean?! I-I can-"
"It won't matter!"
Erik bared his teeth, his canines almost looking sharper under the pale moonlight.
"Wh-Wh..."
The corpse's weight shifted slightly. All at once, he seemed to be surrounded by an aura of... intense resentment.
"I lied."
(Y/n) shuddered under Erik's apathetic gaze.
"I've lied about almost everything I told of myself..."
A cold hand softly caressed (Y/n)'s cheek.
"But someone like you would never understand."
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Corpse Groom
General Fiction(I'm an author on Wattpad, if you are reading this on a different website it is stolen) Darkness comes for us all at some point in our lives. "My dreams were taken from me. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤...
