The way he smiles (Vincent x reader)

Know Me

NSFW WARNING

The room was dark and cold. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heart beating. A small, dim light swung above you. Back and forth. Back and forth. You glanced down, noticing the pool of blood around you.

"Hello?" You yelled out, hoping someone was there. There was no reply. As the light swung back, a dark silhouette stood in front of you, disappearing as the light swung away. You yelled again, but still no answer. A smile appeared from the dark, sending a chill down your spine. You heard the silhouette step closer, two bright white eyes appearing with the smile.

"Vincent?"

The light swung above him, fully illuminating him. He didn't move. He just stood there. When the light returned he had moved closer. His eyes had darkened, but he kept that same smile. You tried to step closer, but you felt so heavy. As the light swung back he was as close as he could be. You eyed the blood staining his clothes and face. You suddenly felt a sharp pain across your arm. You looked down, watching as Vincent drug a knife across your flesh, blood pouring out of the cut. You looked back up in surprise. As soon as you met Vincent's eyes, he lunged out you. The lightbulb exploded leaving you in the dark.

You jolted awake. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but quickly calmed when you realized it was just a dream. As you calmed down, you looked up seeing Vincent still sound asleep. Your memory of last night flashed in your mind, reminding you how you got in the position with him. His buttons still messily opened, exposing his chest slightly. You bit your lip in embarrassment and slowly lifted yourself off of him. You tiptoed to your bag, digging your toothbrush and deodorant out.

You softly made your way down the hallway, hoping to find the bathroom on your own. You realized you never got a full tour of the house last night. It wasn't a big house, so it's not like you'd get lost. You walked to the last door in the hallway, assuming the bathroom would be closest to the bedroom. Just as you twisted the handle, Vincent's voice spoke behind you.

"That's not the bathroom." You jumped out of your skin and spun around quickly. Vincent was standing behind you, a drowsy look across his face.

"Sorry! I wasn't trying to snoop, I really thought it was in there. Don't sneak up like that on me, jeez." You placed your hand on your chest for dramatics.

" 'Sal right. Bathroom is connected to the bedroom. That's just my junk room." Vincent yawned, pointing you to his bedroom door. "Don't go in there. It's messy and embarrassing." He continued blandly, shutting the door softly. You smiled meekly and stepped into his room. As you glanced around, you noticed the lack of decorations or personal items. It must be a guy thing. I guess.

You flicked the lights on in the bathroom and flinched back from the brightness. The hangover headache finally taking its hold on you. You sighed and stepped up to the sink, running the water over your toothbrush. You looked in the mirror and watched Vincent slowly slug through the room. You could tell he still hadn't fully woken up. He sat on the edge of the bed with a blank expression on his face. You scrubbed away at your teeth, dying to get the taste of stale wine out of your mouth.

When you looked back in the mirror you noticed Vincent had finally come to life, digging around in his closet tossing clothes onto the bed. When he turned you noticed that he had undone the rest of the buttons on the shirt. He must be getting ready to change. With a warmth to your cheeks you averted your eyes and focused on finishing brushing your teeth.

You spat out the toothpaste and rinsed the rest out with water. After splashing some of the water on your face to freshen up you straighten out, looking at yourself in the mirror. Only to see Vincent had silently made his way to the bathroom door. You jumped at the sight.