Yandere! Don't Make Me Hurt You, Doll.

Chapter One - The Boy of Snow.

Editor's Note: Tis' I but a humble first time novelist (Cut the shit Winter Please.) Anyway This is my first story (Blah Blah Generic first time crap Blah.) So it may not be the best but I intend to write more as I enjoy writing Psychopathic/Yandere Story's. So Enjoy. - Winter

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The sound of crunching tarmac resounded through the narrow alleyway, a dim light overcast the decrepit town, sinking slowly into the depths of night. The sound of boots crunching filled the street, heavy panting echoed out. Esmee rounded a corner in the hopes of losing her pursuers, but to no avail. A high wall separated her from the freedom of escape, she clawed at it with desperate unease. The two men gained on her like lions cornering prey. 'LEAVE ME ALONE!' she screamed at the top of her lungs in the desperate hope of someone intervening. There they were, the gained on her with tainted intentions, they proceeded to grasp her and stripped her of her jacket, forcing her up the wall. 'I'm gonna' have fun with you, you lil' bitch.' One of the assailants uttered in a gruff tone. She lashed out with her foot catching him in the crotch, the other one who had donned a black hood, drooping over his eyes, has to protect his identity unsheathed a pocket knife and held it to her throat.

Silence. Esmee heaved to a stop as she perceived no way to escape. They advanced on her stripping her of her top, in the distance a dull scraping sound rang out, too insignificant to notice, it got louder as the seconds moved on, accompanied then by a psychotic laugh so bone chilling it would rattle any macho man to his core.

'C'mon out you sick bastard, I'm not afraid of you' the black hooded man with a uneasy tone. The sound of footsteps rang out, 'Would you like so tea?' the mysterious voice cooed 'No? Too bad.' Seeming to come from above them but he appeared out of a side alley clutching a bloodied hunting knife, chugging a red liquid out of a china teacup.

He lunged the man, piercing his jugular with practiced precision, catching the blood in his china cup, lapping it up with great zeal. He flashed a manic grin at the second man, who showed a clean pair of heels. The figure turned a scooped up her jacket with his bloodied hand. 'you... YOU FREAK! Get... the.' she begged as he picked her up with no effort. He lay her jacket over her. 'Tea?' He laughed. 'I'm the Mad Hatter, and you're Alice, my Alice.'

(Times skip because procrastination/I have kittens calling my name with cute little meows (v#^. ^#) v).

He pushed open the door to his small apartment, the room was flooded with darkness, pierced only by the dim light that bounced off the moon, small sounds danced around her perked ears, nipping gently at her ear drums. She cast her glance upwards at her saviour, he looked about the of age of 17, with hair the colour of the purest angels wings with a skin tone to match. Her eyes trailed up to his piercing aqua eyes. Such beauty... He quickly averted his gaze down, catching her staring. Whilst exchanging awkward glances, they entered she sank deeper into his arms, all adrenaline flowing out her body. He blushed as she buried her head into his chest.

He kicked the door back with one very heavy boot, and proceeded to flick a light switch. She held her breath, half expecting for the room to be one of hellish nightmares, she was thoroughly surprised to see a very lived in space with to pure white kittens curled up like snowballs. Tea was lined up everywhere, packets nailed to the wall, beautifully resembling her face down to every detail. He lay her down in a room beautifully decorated with red and black, her favourite colours, a small kitten slinked into the room, and the stranger picked it up, with swiftly but gently and it yawned, rolling around in his arms looking like a tiny baby. He gave such a warm, loving smile, so much so that if she had not witnessed him brutally murder the two men earlier she would of thought of him as the most adorable boy. He lay it on her lap and she let out the most adorable sqwiee looking at the bundle of cuteness on her lap.

He quickly departed from the room, a moment later returning with a pair of handcuffs, she backed away from him, eyes widening. 'Do not worry, my love. I will be back soon.' He murmured in a very different tone from before, almost like purr. 'I need to clean up, our little... secret'. His eyes going a very dull, darkening blue.     'I'm not your love.' She muttered. 'But th-tha-thank you, I don't like how that would of ended...', he slipped the cuffs on her gently and shackled her to the bed.

'Not yet... My beautiful blossom.' He moaned quietly, I will protect your bud till it has blossomed. And claim it for my own...'she didn't hear the last sentence as she slipped into a broken sleep. He smiled a disturbing smile, and laughed softly, 'Oh, my cute Esmee. You are so pretty when you are this vulnerable! He breathed loudly. He slipped his phone from his back pocket and took several (more like 30) photos of her, setting them as one massive collage of her face as his screen saver. He flicked off her lights and kissed her forehead before making his way out her room, just before leaving the apartment he tended to the cats; Olaf & Snowy. Fastened all entrances and exits. Grabbed his hunting blade carved with demonic symbols and his blood red flip lighter to 'clean his secret up' and exited the apartment silently as to not wake the sleeping beauty...

(Finally done! Huwayyyyyyyyy /o^o/) No one will read this but who cares <^-^>).

If this gets 15 votes I'll continue this!

Comment any witsisums, ideas or death threats, I'll always reply. - Winter