((AN- There's translations at the end. Oh, and (e/c) means eye color, (f/c) means fave color, and (h/c) means hair color. Enjoy!!!))
Was it a knock that had woken her?
No, no, it couldn't be... Not at that time of night...
"TAT! TAT! TAT!"
She sat up in her bed, wide, (e/c) eyes staring into the darkness fearfully.
There it was again... Three, sharp raps.
"TAT! TAT! TAT!"
But from where?
She hugged the sheets around her, sweeping her tousled hair away from her face.
"TAT! TAT! TAT!"
Was it from the door?
No, no... The sound was closer, much closer than that...
"TAT! TAT! TAT!"
Maybe it was from her closet. Maybe someone was in there... But the closet door was wide open, revealing nothing but clothes hung neatly and dirty, polka-dotted socks scattered across the floor...
"TAT! TAT! TAT!!!"
The sound was much more demanding than before. The sharp rapping echoed in her ears. Oh, where, oh where was the damned sound coming from?!
"TAT!!! TAT!!! TAT!!!" The tapping was furious now! It drummed loudly, her heart's pounding nearly as thundering as the sound that tortured her so!
Where?! WHERE WAS THAT SOUND COMING FROM?!
Then...
There was silence.
You'd think she'd be glad that the treacherous racket had vanished.
But no.
The silence was far worse.
It was an uneasy quiet that hung over her, choking her, constricting her fragile lungs! It squeezed until she couldn't breathe! All she could think about was that tapping! THE TAPPING! WHAT WAS THAT TAPP-
"Tat..."
"Tat..."
"Tat..."
She froze, her blood going cold.
The window.
The window behind her.
The window that she left unlocked...
Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned, trembling in fear of what she might see...
Her eyes locked with insane, purple orbs, glittering in the light of the moon.
The man smiled a devilish smile, pointing a finger to what appeared to be writing on the glass. But she didn't look. Her eyes were glued on his other, slender hand. The hand that slowly began to push the window open. It creaked loudly, filling the silence.
"EEEEEEKKKKKK!!!" It cried in protest, yet the window continued to swing forward.
Tears of pure terror spilled down her smooth, unblemished cheeks.
The intruder began to creep in, his smirk growing wider as he saw her. The moonlight poured over her elegantly. Her skin was flawless and smooth. Her (f/c) nightgown strap fell off her shoulder, revealing more of her curvy, teasing bust. Her silky, (h/c) locks framed her face perfectly and her bright, (e/c) eyes shimmered in the moon's dim glow. And her lips, those smooth, quivering lips...
He indeed thought she looked like an angel.
The frightened girl stared as the man sat himself upon her bed.
He grinned an insane grin, and uttered, softly, curl bobbing, voice curdled with what sounded like lust,
"Ciao, bella~" (1)
She opened her mouth, a scream of horror already bubbling inside of her.
A gloved hand cut her off.
The man leaned in, until the tips of their noses touched.
The girl didn't dare move.
Not a single muscle.
Not even a blink.
The man that had tapped, tapped, tapped at her window cooed sweetly, but she knew from the dangerous gleam in his eyes that this man was anything but sweet...
"Shh-shh-shh-shh... Don't cry, mia bella ragazza~"(2) He murmured, wiping away her tears.
He only succeeded in smearing fresh, crimson blood across her face.
He smiled in satisfaction at how the red brought out the fear in her eyes.
And she looked quite ravishing in the color, too~
She tried to scream and call for help... But her voice was only muffled by his palm.
"Ssshhhh...."
She watched as he pulled out something in a blur. What was tha-
A cold blade touched her cheek. Her wide, (e/c) eyes frantically darted from the shining blade to him. More tears poured down her face.
"I won't-a hurt you, mio angelo..."(3)
She flinched as the knife traced along her cheek and cut into her skin.
The blood began to cascade down her face, in a horrifying, yet mesmerizing way...
The Italian man licked his lips, and from his pocket, brought a rag.
"At least... not yet~"
Everything happened in a flash. He gagged her roughly, despite her kicks and sobs, and soon, she was in the man's iron grips...
He said things, horrible things, terrible, frightening things...
Yet she didn't hear them...
....
She went still.
Her teary, (e/c) orbs were not on the man...
All she could see...
Was the window..
And the words, spelled out in dripping blood...
The words...
..........
'Ti amo'(4)
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Translations:
1. Hello, beautiful.
2. My beautiful girl
3. my angel
4. I love you.
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2p! Italy x Reader: Crimson Confession
RomanceThis is a quick oneshot I wrote a while back and uncovered recently. Hope you like!!!
