House of Blood

Chapter Eighteen.

(Happy Halloween, y'all!!)

I picked up my stuff, deciding what to take and what to leave. I packed my clothes into the bag, some eyeliner and dark eyeshadow. Black lipstick. Wireless headphones, my chargers were stuffed into my backpack on top of my laptop, antidepressants and other meds, and some snacks. Pumpkin landed in my windowsill so I let her in. She cawed and handed me a quarter. "Thanks. here, have this.." I said and handed her a few soda tabs on a string with some beads. She took it and hung it off the tree where her nest was. I went back to checking over my bags. Vincent tapped on my door. "It's fine, come in." I told him. He came in, looked around, and handed me his notebook. 'Are you almost done?' It read. "Think so. Why?" I ask, patting the bed for him to sit and handing back his notebook. He didn't write anything, but looked at me and kissed me, blushing.

 He pulled away after a moment, before I could put my arms around him. 'I want...'  He started to write, but stopped. "Aw. It's okay." I said, watching his hands. He handed me the notebook. 'I want you..' It said. I slide over into his lap. "It's okay, don't be shy." I told him, putting my arms around him. He took a deep breath and slowly pulled my shirt off over my head. I managed to get his off after a moment, then my black jeans, leaving me in my underclothes. He was hard, I could feel it on the inside of my thigh. I shifted slightly and he tilted his head back with a groan. I tugged at his jeans. He helped me get them off, then my panties joined the floor. He touched my arms but pulled away like he'd been zapped. "I'm ready when you are.." I whisper. He waited a second, then gave a tiny nod. I started small, my arms around his neck. I bounce in his lap, moving slowly so I wouldn't break him. He breathed heavily, tilting his head back. I sped up a little bit, then let him flip us over. He was rough with it. I moaned, crossing my legs over his back. "Vincent.." I breathe. He growled, then reached down to kiss me. I part my lips for him, but he pulled back at the last second, nervous. I sigh, pulling his head down a little. "It's okay.. Just do it.." I whisper. He hesitated. I sigh and lean up to him. He blushed when I kissed him, stopped moving, and I rolled him over onto his back, breaking apart after a moment. He grabbed my hips, slamming me down on his cock and making me cry out in pain and pleasure. "You're so strong.." I tell him. "You're.. Pretty.." He said slowly, his voice husky after years of not using it. I smile. "You should talk more often.. I like your voice." He smiled and let me keep riding him. 

About two hours later, we got dressed, I went into my bathroom to fix my hair and makeup, and we left again. Alex stood outside his door. "Hey! Next time you bring him over, SHUT THE WINDOWS!" He called. I blush. Vince opened the passenger door for me. "Princess.." He whispered to me and got into the driver's seat. 

Finally, we arrived home. I wore my Ice Nine Kills hoodie I had brought back. I put my phone on the charger and went upstairs to check on the others. It was about dinnertime, so everyone sat around the table. Vincent had his mask on again. Bo glared at me. "Slut," He said quietly. "Tiny dick, trucker boy." I whisper back. He got up and walked away. I took his seat at the table, which was next to Freddy. "He is right you know." He growled. "Who said I wasn't? Besides, I was right about what I called him too..." I smirk. Freddy laughed. Chucky, on my other side, snorted and tried to pass it off as a cough. I picked at the grilled cheese sandwich Hannibal had given me.  Michael sat down with his plate. Dinner was always pretty quiet. Norman kept glaring across the table at Freddy. Brahms kept his mask on and leaned on the wall. 

That night, I had another dream. It started over my mother's dead body. My father walked in. "What did you do?!" He yelled. "I'm getting rid of my problems." I said, turning on the burners. "Kieran, no!" He said, turning them off. I shove him backwards. "Stay back. Obviously-" I kicked the body on the floor. "- I'm dangerous!" I yell back. "You're crazy." He told me. "I noticed, bitch." I said. "You're crazy- I'm calling the police so they can lock you up!" He pulled out his phone. I didn't stop him. "I can't let you do that." I said.  "Hello, there's been a murder-" He proceeded to give the police the address. My fingers tightened on the knife blade. "Get back!" He yelled at me. "Oh, you can't scare me. I'm crazy, remember." I said, then stabbed him. He choked, blood dripping from his mouth. He joined Mother on the floor. I pick up the phone. "Make that a double murder." I growl, hang up, and plunge the knife tip through the screen. Father grabbed my ankle. I grabbed his hair and bashed his head on the floor, then slit his throat. 

I was in the boiler room, with the dead bodies beside me. The knife was in my hand. Freddy looked at me, my clothes soaked in blood. "Whoah. I don't know what you were dreaming about before, but.. Oh, ew, his brain is falling out." He said. "Ugh, God.. Don't ask and don't tell anyone. got it?" I ask. "I swear, 'kay?" He said, holding up his hands. I growl. The bodies and knife disappeared. I look at my hands. "Fuckin' hot." He said, looking at me soaked in the blood. I sigh. "What do you want? My dreams were normal for quite a while before this.."