Mgh, One Shots

Murder!

Do I need a warning for this chapter? I don't know, uh.. Gore. Violence. Murder, clearly.
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(Jeremiah's POV):

I glanced around hazily, blinking tiredly as my eyes trailed around the dimly lit room. I made an attempt to stand up, only to find that my hands and legs were tied behind me.

Where am I..?

Last I knew I was working the night with Xander, and-

My thoughts were cut short when a door creaked open, quickly slamming shut as footsteps approached. For an unknown reason my heart started racing as a tall figure stepped into view.

"Jeremiah.."

I know that voice, hell, I think everyone does. I made an attempt to speak, a hand cupping over my mouth as I attempted, muffling my voice. "Shh, baby.." I gulped, giving a small nod, hearing him mutter "Good," under his breath as he drew his hand away; something gleaming in his other hand as he moved back a bit.

"W-hat's that..?" My voice cracked in slight fear as I spoke, my eyes glued to the object. "Oh, dear... There's no need to worry about that, it's better if you don't know." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat as he brought it forward, tracing it across my stomach. I quickly realized that 'it' was indeed a knife as it was forced into my flesh with a sickening scream.

(Xander's POV):

I felt a grin creep onto my face as the geezer let out a blood curling scream. Tears started dripping from his eyes faster than I'd anticipated, rolling down his neck, along with the blood that'd started pooling in his mouth as my blade punctuated his stomach.

I gave the blade a nice twist, his chest beginning to heave as he let out another wail, gaping for breath. That only resulting in him inhaling blood into his lungs, which he immediately coughed up onto the floor. This poor baby.

I flicked the blade out, Jeremiah falling onto his side with a sickening, yet pleasurable groan. I forced the blade into his back, a small wheeze being pulled from him as he weakly jerked forward. I gave it a nice jerk forward before slowly drawing it out, listening to his whimpers echo off the walls.

"P-Please don't let m-e die here-" He choked out, blood pooling from his mouth. I pulled him up into a sitting position, grabbing his chin and wiping it. "Well, where do you want to be murdered?" I hummed. I could see the terror and pain laced in his eyes, even if his face refused to twist into suffrage.

"C'mon baby, don't be shy.. Tell me how you feel, what's it like knowing you're going to die?" He let out another scream as my hand found its way into the slice in his stomach, blood soaking his shirt. "I can't promise that it won't hurt, but you look hot and tight in that rope burn..~"

I pulled my hand back out, reaching up and cupping his cheek as he stared with half lidded eyes. I could see the life fading from him, eyes growing hazy as his body slumped forward onto mine.
Now is not the time to be considering necrophilia, Xander.

I shoved him off of me and stood up, staring at him hazily. He didn't move, didn't make a sound.. Huh.. I figured he'd have more fight in him than that, but I suppose I was wrong..

Now I have his mess to clean up...

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