A Forever Insane Love (50 Shades of Pasta Sequel) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1

"A rose for you, my love."

Jeff handed me the beautiful red flower. It shone as red as blood.

I sniffed the flower. "Thank you, Jeff. It smells wonderful."

With a smile, he picked me up bridal style and carried me into the abandoned haunted house we called home.

Our world wasn't Earth anymore. It was hell. A place of crazed madness.

Demons, monsters, and creatures lived here also.

A tall man, with a white plain face invited us to stay as long as we pleased.

He introduced us to others who lived in the under realm.

Ben Drowned

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack

Sally

Smile Dog

And one who I had complete hatred for... Jane the Killer.

There were others along with Sorrow and Hugo.

The tall slim man known as Slenderman welcomed us and treated us like family. So did Sally and all the others except for Jane. All that bitch did was criticize Jeff and me.

She said we were ugly useless demons. But I didn't care because we were clearly better killers than her.

Jeff placed me on the bed and kissed my neck and face repeatedly.

I pushed him away. "Stop, babe."

Jeff looked at me puzzled.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't want things to get out of hand."

Standing up from the bed, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was cracked all over.

"But you're over eighteen now," Jeff said, smirking.

"Yes I know but I don't want anything to happen."

I played with my crisped hair, running my fingers through the tangles.

My leather jacket still held it's black color even though it was covered in dried blood.

The axe that Jeff had given me lay up against the wall by the bed.

I had made many kills with the weapon. Not once did it fail me.

One chop would decapitate a human. Or chop off a limb.

"You ok, Seren?"

Jeff wrapped his arms around me from behind. I turned my head to look at his unclosing puppy eyes.

"Yes I'm fine."

Poking his nose, I smiled.

He always cared. If I frowned once, he would automatically see if I was ok. And if a tear dropped, he would comfort me in any way he could.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, honey bunny."

My love looked up at the mirror and made eye contact through the glass.

"Look.. We're absolutely stunning," he said jokingly.

I held the rose. A thorn pricked my finger. "Ow!"

For a little thorn, it hurt.

Blood poured from my finger. Jeff watched it flow down the stem.

"Here let me help."

Taking my finger, he kissed it and licked the blood off the stem.

A few thorns caught his tongue. With his teeth, he pushed them out.