Band Imagines

The American Nightmare (Spencer Charnas)

Band: Ice Nine Kills

Description: The Night Stalker, Spencer, tries to claim another victim. Little does he know that he's facing off against another serial killer.

Type: Enemies to Lovers

He hides in the shadows, hidden by the lush small forest behind her house. He watches her as she prepares for bed. Her curtains are closed, but just thin enough to see through with a pair of binoculars. He smiles as he spots the novel about H.H. Holmes in her hands. He had given it to her as a gift on their first date.

The romantic in him feels happiness that she enjoys reading. The pyschopath, on the other hand, is picturing slicing her skin off with the dullest knife in his collection. Both sides fight for control as the light goes off in Y/N's bedroom.

Temptation is too much to resist. Spencer slowly makes his way from the forest to the house. He stays low, hiding in the shadows.

Unbeknowest to Spencer, Y/N is hiding under her bed with her pocket knife. She knew from their first date that Spencer was the serial killer known as Night Stalker. Y/N, on the other hand, has yet to be noticed by the police. She kills every victim in a different way, only her method of disposal connects them.

Y/N holds her breath as Spencer slowly opens the unlocked bedroom window. Sensing something is off, Spencer immediately gets down on his hands and knees. He carefully lifts up the bedskirt, smirking as he spots Y/N.

On instinct, Y/N swipes at Spencer's ankles with her knife. Spencer crawls away just before he gets knicked. He watches, waiting for Y/N's next move.

"This is more fun than I expected," Spencer smiles.

"The fun has only begun," Y/N smirks. "It's nice to finally meet the infamous Night Stalker. I was wondering when you were show your true self."

"It seems you know who I am," Spencer crawls around the bed, "but I don't know who you are."

"The police in Sacramento called me the American Nightmare. The police in LA called me Ankle Biter. And the police here in Napa still haven't discovered my crimes yet."

"I prefer American Nightmare. It seems to suit you right now. How is it that Napa PD haven't discovered you?" Spencer stands up and leans against the windowframe. He takes a moment to admire how little personal items there are in the room.

"You're the reason I'm able to stay hidden," Y/N crawls out from under the bed. She kepts hold of her knife as she sits on the bed.

"It seems we're at a stand still." Spencer watches Y/N carefully, seeing is she relaxes enough for him to attack.

"Yes we are," Y/N smirks, "but I know something you don't."

"And what might that be," Spencer raises a curious eyebrow at her words.

"I know you're weakness." Y/N watches as Spencer's body tenses slightly.

Without speaking, Spencer drops his weapon on the small desk in the corner. We slowly walks over to Y/N, licking his lips in the process. Y/N's body relaxes just enough to release the tight grip from her knife. Spencer's eyes turn dark with lust, mirroring Y/N's eyes.

Spencer leans over Y/N while placing a hot desperate kiss on her lips. She grabs his shirt collar and pulls him down as her back hits the bed. Spencer tosses her knife to the floor as he strips himself of his shirt. He leans back down and places hot kisses on Y/N's neck.

She quickly trails her nails down Spencer's bare back. He groans, enjoying the fact that her nails are drawing blood.

"Looks like we both have a weakness," Spencer smirks against Y/N's collarbone.

Gaining control of her senses, Y/N flips the pair over and handcuffs Spencer to the bed post.

"What the-"

"Listen," Y/N begins, "I'm not letting you get into my pants that easily. Not until we can come to an agreement."

"Agreement," Spencer asks, "why did you need to cuff me to the bed to make an agreement?"

"Because I don't trust you. Yes, you're incredibly attractive, but I know how a pyschopath's mind works."

"Touché darling," Spencer smirks. "What do you have in mind?"

"We team up."

Spencer laughs at Y/N's sentence. The cuffs dig into his wrists a bit as he laughs uncontronably.

"Either we team up," Y/N strddles his hips, "or you die." Y/N smirks as she begins to feel the bulge in Spencer's pants. She grinds against him slightly, hoping it'll help him agree.

"I work alone," Spencer groans.

"Wouldn't it be so much easier to have a partner," Y/N asks seductively.

"Fuck," Spencer continues to groan. "One condition."

"What's your condition?"

"We're more than just partners." Lust fills Spencer's eyes as Y/N slowly begins to grind. "We're two halves of a whole."

"What?" Y/N hips stop as she looks at Spencer.

"Yes," he relaxes, "I initially came here to kill you. But after hearing you talk about evading the police and seeing how ready you are to kill me, it changed my mind. I asked you out several times because I find you attractive. I don't normally ask a victim out more than once. So what do you say? Devour me sexually tonight and our knives can devour someone tomorrow."

Y/N looks at Spencer, unsure if she can trust him. His eyes that were once alive with the thought of murder, can now soft and kind.

"Only if you stay in those handcuffs," Y/N smirks with a gleam in her eye.

"No complaints here," Spencer smirks back.

Tonight, the Night Stalker and American Nightmare become one. All hope is lost for all of California.