My Little pet

ch. 18

HAYDEN'S POV
Half a year had gone by and we heard about the killing spree I went on. They were calling it the "bloody masquerade" it was all over the news so we kept the TV turned on to Netflix so it wouldn't bring up things from the past.
I had changed and so did Zander. Zander was happy and free and I was too. We were in our own little world and no one I mean no one could destroy that. We were secluded, cut off from the rest of the world and it was perfect.
I made love to him at least once or twice a week the other times we would spend cuddling or chasing each other like little kids. It was all fun and games and it was amazing. This was the most I have felt alive in years and it was all thanks to him, my little pet Zander. Well I guess he's not much of a pet anymore, he's the one my heart truly desires and one day we will be together till death do us part.
ZANDER'S POV
We went to the campsite every other week and it was so much fun I got to meet lacy and she was really awesome. She likes the exact same stuff as I do except she's a lesbian but hey everyone in our little group was part of the lgbtq+ community and that was awesome.
Hayden actually took me to a bunch of places I had never even seen let alone heard of. I got to see the world with the one person who mattered most to me and that was a dream come true.
Another month past so we decided to turn the news back on after boycotting it for awhile because of the masquerade news and it was a terrible thing on the news that we heard about.
"Breaking news apparently there was a survivor of the masquerade and he was questioned by our news cast. He said he'd only do it if his face was blocked out and they put a voice editor on his voice. We go live from the room where he is at."
I turned to look at Hayden and he was wide eyed with panic. I was about to turn it off but he stopped me.
"I need to hear this..." he said sad and panicky.
The guy was talking about everything he even knew who I was and what I looked like they had a sketch artist go in and draw up a rough sketch of me. It was terrible. He started describing Hayden as best as he could but I guess he couldn't make everything out because of all the blood Hayden had on him that night.
The picture of me was spot on and the picture of Hayden well let's just say if you didn't know Hayden you would never have been able to tell it was him. I cuddled with hayden not knowing how long i had left with him surely at least a week or so. A few hours later we heard a loud and fast knocking. Hayden went to go answer it.
"No Hayden don't answer it."
" I have to own up to my mistakes love." He said and answered the door.
-------------AUTHORS NOTE----------------
I hate to say this but it has come the time that the book is coming to an end in the next two chapters....Oh and I think going to call my readers/followers the "Bloody Masqueraders." So thanks to you lovely bloody masqueraders for reading my book I hope you enjoy and when the book is finished I will tell you something to look forward to.
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