Alex Gaskarth Imagines

Killer!Alex

Killer!Alex

AN Part of the spoopy Halloween themed imagines I planned for you <3 Alright so last night you guys voted for me to write them one at a time and post them as I write them, so that's what I'm doing. I managed to write this much thus far and Zack and Rian are coming soon. How soon, I can't say, I have an all day tournament both Friday and Saturday (unless school is cancelled which it might be) but if not, this is all I have for you. I'll try to see what I can give you Saturday night. Enjoy the stories lovelies xx

Your POV

    Trying to sleep while there's screaming is a very hard task at hand. It's currently 3 in the morning and I've been listening to the same woman get banged for over three hours. I hate my fucking life.

    How long does it take to get this out, don't these people have lives? Jobs? Kids? I live in a damn apartment building, and there's gotta be other people on my floor having trouble with this. That's it, I'm done. I'm going to the source and extinguishing it. I don't care if I have to murder them, sleep is my only chance at peace.

    I stomp rather angrily down to the third floor. That's definitely where the ruckus was coming from. I bang on the door, though they probably can't hear me. I bang harder and the screaming stops almost instantly. A man comes to the door. He's attractive, but disheveled.

    "Yes?" he asks me with a bored tone.

    "Yeah, could you stop banging that girl in there for five seconds, I'm trying to get some fucking sleep, if you don't mind."

    "Oh we're not having sex," he shrugs, as if this were an important factor. It wasn't. I need her to shut the fuck up so I can sleep.

    "Okay, well that thing she's doing where she's opening her mouth and sound's coming out of it, yeah if you could stop that, that'd be real peachy fuckin' keen."

    "You mean the screaming? Ah, I kinda like it, almost like Mozart, you know?"

    "No, I don't. So stop whatever you're doing and let me sleep for god's sake. Don't you have a job or something?"

    "But I am doing my job?"

    "Well, stop it."

    "I like my job."

    "That's great. I like my sleep."

    He sighed and checked behind his shoulder. "Just come in, why don't you?"

    I peeked behind him, and saw no reason why not to turn back. So I walked in. Terrible mistake. On the living room table covered in plastic was a naked girl lying there. Her hair was sprawled in different directions. She was breathing, but barely. Her guts were out, and it seemed to be the only thing working was her vocal chords.

    My voice came out like a squeak. "Sorry for disturbing you miste-"

    He cut me off by dragging me back to the girl. He had on an apron and a weird hat. A knife in his other. I felt the cold blade against my chin. "You've seen me. In all my guts," he gestured to the girl. "And glory. And that, my dear, makes you an accessory."

    Fuck. I bite hard on my lip and taste the metallic blood. This is how I die. But this man's voice takes me back. He can't be older than thirty. "I won't kill you though, not yet. I've got big plans for you, dear." He ran his cold knife across my skin. "Big plans."

    He walked over to the girl that was trying to pant heavily, but having a hard time catching her breath. He shoved it in her chest, and her breathing stopped. My eyes screwed shut, an image I didn't want to see. He sighed contently. "I'd give that a seven. Could've been higher if you hadn't interrupted me, but let's see what you have in store for me."

    He gestured for me to follow, but I was frozen. "A-aren't you g-gonna clean this u-up?" I stammered, terrified of the endless possibilities.

    "Ah, and ruin the good fun? Nah, not tonight. Come with me, deary, don't you have work in the morning?" I instantly regretted my word choice earlier and followed suit. He brought me to his room, it smelled of aftershave, alcohol and a hint of marijuana. "Sit," he commanded. I obeyed.

    In my worry, I had sat down right on the floor. "No, you fool," he chuckled. "On the bed. Go ahead, I don't bite. Much." He winked at me, and I was sent a shiver.

    "Since you have a job and I assume - a family?" I nod. "Looks like we're gonna have to fake your death if I want you out on the road with me. You're gonna have to get over your little fear of blood. It's something all live creatures have, you know. Completely natural."

    I nod, in fear of saying something wrong. "Oh, why don't you say something," he smiles at me. I flinch. "Come on, you were running that cute little mouth a second ago." The evenness of his voice frightens me, and I can't bring myself to say a single word. "Oh well, actions do speak louder than words."

    He ordered me to get up, and told me to take off my clothes. I did as I was told. I was left in a bra and underwear. He tossed me a shirt of his to use to cover up. It was comfortable and warm, but I didn't think of that now. My eyes were scanning for an escape route. His brown hair was tousled atop his head, and his stubble was rather thick. I noticed a rose tattoo on his hand and wondered why of all people he'd need a rose.

    He caught my gaze to his flower tattoo. "You wanna know why a rose, correct?" I don't say anything, just keep my eyes wide. He chuckles. "It's the perfect disguise. You have something beautiful, and it's attached to thorns to keep people away. Something beautiful protected by something dangerous. Kind of like you and me, dear. You're beautiful." He stroked his hand lightly against my cheek. "And I'm dangerous." I watched his dark eyes darken as he stared at me. I was scared stiff if you didn't count my shivering of fright.

    "There's no need to be terrified, Princess. I'm here to protect you now. You know, there's nothing you have to fear, but fear itself. Know who said that? Famous president, I assure you. Though whether it's JFK or FDR I can't remember. It's all three letters all the same."

    I nodded as though I was retaining any information he had told me at all. I hadn't. I didn't know how to get out of this mess I had put myself in. I was at a loss. All I wanted was to sleep, and I got shoved into a serial killer's house. Not how I wanted my night to turn out.

    "Tell me your name," he suggested. I didn't. I didn't want him to know my name. I kept quiet. His hand was gripping my arm. Hard. "Princess, tell me your name." This time it was a command.

    I yelped in fright and pain before I let out a quiet "Y/N," in response.

    "We're gonna get along just fine, Y/N. Just fine." His arm was caressing mine now, and all I wanted to do was to run away, but where could I go? There was nowhere. "You look tired, Y/N, do you want to sleep?" I shook my head, but he chuckled anyway. "Go to sleep." He pushed my head to rest on his shoulder. "Shh, sleep."

    When I awoke, I had no recollection of falling asleep, I guess it was out of exhaustion, but I was in a car with a tall, brunette, man. "Where am I?" I asked, my throat dry and crisp.

    "You're with me now, and now all you'll ever be is with me." I looked over at him and remembered him vaguely of last night. My kidnapper. What did he mean always? He shoved the Newspaper towards me.

    Local girl burned to death in apartment, sources to reveal the name soon.

    "Don't worry, Y/N, I didn't kill you, you're not dead. That was the girl I killed last night. Thankfully you guys were the same size. Pretty easy to convince the cops otherwise though, huh?"

    He chuckled again and it made me shiver. I didn't know what to make of this guy, and I kept my mouth shut, wondering if I'd ever see my family again, my job, my friends. "You know you were pretty talkative when I first met you and you're quiet now, why is that?"

    I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to tell him it was his fault, but again I said nothing. And I said nothing the entire ride there. Where we were going, he didn't tell me. But I found myself doing the math, trying to see how fast we were going and how hurt I would get if I rolled out the car. But the doors were locked and I had no control over it. I accepted my fate, and had to allow him to do this. "I'm Alex by the way," I heard his voice penetrate my thoughts. "And we're going to be together for a long, long time."