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╰┈➤ ❛ chapter one ❜
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A youthful (Y/N) (L/N) sits in the corner of a raving party, spectating everyone like a Queen on her throne. The lights strobe the essence of all colors of the rainbow—the party music is pounding against everyone's ears on full blast, yet it is barely audible over the loud shouts and screams of laughter. She smiled, taking a large sip of her drink as she watched the others closely. (Y/N) was just as feared as she was adorned—and she knew it.

The ghost of a smile crosses her lips once she sees she has caught the eye of a boy. He wore a denim jacket, and looked around her age—staring saucer-eyed at the girl. He seemed close to six feet tall, and had fluffy brown hair that drew a shade over his forehead. (Y/N) took another extended sip of her wine before waving him to her. Eagerly, he hurried over.

"Gotta name?" (Y/N) smiles, resting an elbow on the table she sat at.

The boy blinks once—twice—almost as if he were trying to reel from the fact that this girl was speaking to him. "I..." he clears his throat. "My name's Jamie."

"Jamie?" the girl repeats, taking another sip from her cup. "Cute. Do you happen to know who I am?"

Jamie shakes his head.

"Would you like to?" she smiles, leaning over the stool to meet eyes with Jamie.

He sputters out a few breathy chuckles, running his fingers through his hair before nodding. "Yeah. I'd love to."

(Y/N) hops from her chair, waving Jamie to follow her. She walks past the restrooms, and past the normal place where people hook up. She smiles, digging her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Y'know..." she says, "You're pretty cute." (Y/N) still has her back to Jamie, but she can almost hear the stupid smile spreading across his face.

"You think so?" he replies coolly, looking left and right around the buildings.

"Of course I do," the girl smiles, slowing her pace as she arrives closer to her destination. She stops in her tracks now that she's fully behind the building. Far away from the music, the lights, the dancing—all of it. The night stands still, with the occasional sound of the birds gawking down at the scene. She pauses. "How old are you, Jamie?"

"I'm twenty-two," he replies.

(Y/N) smiles. "So am I. Well—going to be. Soon."

"That makes me older than you," Jamie remarks in a flirtatious manner, stepping closer to (Y/N).

The girl tilts her head, the smile never falling from her lips. "It does, doesn't it?"

Without another word, the alcohol churning in Jamie's system prods him to kiss the girl, and before he knows it, his arms shoot around (Y/N), allowing his lips to crash onto hers.

(Y/N) doesn't push him away, nor even lets out a sign of surprise from his actions. She breathes out an amused huff through her nose, pressing her lips against his in response.

The two kiss in smooth motions, once going out, only to return in. It's beautifully natural, seeming like a rehearsed notion.
A thousand kisses later, (Y/N) breaks the contact, still within kissing distance of Jamie.

"You never told me your name," he points out.

(Y/N)'s lips twist into an amused smile, and she looks up at him through her eyelashes before responding. "(Y/N)."

Jamie smiles down at her, brushing a strand of (H/C) hair from her face. "(Y/N)," he echoes. "That's—"

In one swift motion, (Y/N) cuts Jamie off—plunging a long, silver knife into his chest. Her expression was still sickeningly stoic as if it were a normal sight.

He screams, falling to his knees once he feels his body go weightless. The blood streams from his chest fluidly—staining his once-white t-shirt.

The boy groans, clutching the bleeding area with shaking fingers as he looks up at (Y/N), his expression panicked and hurt. "What the fuck?!" he accuses, his voice starting to crack.

(Y/N) kneels to meet Jamie's level, her knife still held in hand. She looks down at the handsome shade of crimson painting the blade, smiling fondly at it. "You've got such a lovely color of red!" she marvels, wiping the side of the blade with her finger to better inspect his blood. "Hm... healthy, too. You would've had such a long life ahead of you."

Jamie—now unable to make out a sentence—struggles for air, his breath coming out in labored pants and gasps.

"Oh, calm yourself," (Y/N) rolls her eyes, yanking the boy closer by the chin. "I was originally intending on tying you up and throwing you off of the roof. Be grateful I have some pity."

"Please..." he begs, his handsome face now pale, and soaked with sweat. "Help me..."

She smiles, her (E/C) eyes lighting up with excitement. "Oh, darling..." she tuts. "That's what I do."

With one final hit to the chest, (Y/N) finally puts the boy out of his misery. Jamie lets out a last scream for help before falling limp on his back, his hazel eyes wide as saucers as he gawks up at the moon.

"Jamie," she clicks her tongue, kneeling to inspect his body. "Sweet, sweet, Jamie. Wait until your girlfriend hears about this."

The last thing Jamie heard was the cold, amused chuckle escaping from (Y/N)'s lips. Yet one previous thing loomed on his pounding heart—he wasn't grieving his death, nor dwelling over the thought he'd never see his friends or family again. The only thing that seemed to eat at him was that he'd never see (Y/N) again. He had only known her for a short time... but his final regret was her.

He died with his heart full of love—but for his killer.

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( to be continued . . . )