One-Shots

Tear This Place Apart (Kellic)

This is just a little one-shot I thought I would write. Enjoy! Warning: smut!

Kellin's POV

As I walked out of the bar, I wrapped my arms around myself as my jacket shielded me from the cold winds of this particular November night. It was probably below 40 degrees, but I was buzzed, so I didn't want to drive, and it's not like I had any friends to pick me up. I had somehow managed to lose my phone at the bar anyway. There weren't many cabs on this side of town, so I had no option but to just brave the cold weather.

After walking a couple blocks, I began to notice that someone was following me. No matter which way I went, whenever I turned a corner, I always saw him. He was no more than 100 feet behind me, and it was really starting to scare me. Then again, if he didn't do anything by the time I got home, then I would be safe. I kept a pistol in a drawer in my living room. All I had to do was get there before he caught up to me.

As I neared my house, I looked briefly over my shoulder to see if the man was still following me. He was. I jogged up to my front door, and quickly put in the key and went inside. The first thing I did was lock the door and flip on the lights. There was no point in hiding the fact that I was here. Then, I walked over to the small drawer I had next to my piano, and pulled out the small pistol. I walked back over to the door, and stood beside it, pressed up against the wall. I knew that he was going to try to break in here soon, and I was prepared. I then decided to turn the lights back off so that he would think I had gone to bed.

I waited by my door for probably twenty minutes. I didn't know if he had left or was waiting. Just when I was about to give up, I heard the door knob jiggle. It was dark in the house without the lights, but there was a window that let in just enough moonlight to make most of the room visible.

My breathing almost stopped completely as I watched the door slowly swing open. I guess he picked the lock. The man had a long knife, but that looked like his only weapon. He quietly closed the door behind him, but didn't seem to notice me. He walked a few more feet into the living room before I reached over and switched on the lights. He quickly turned around, holding up the knife, but he soon realized that wouldn't help when he noticed that I was holding the pistol.

"Put the knife down," I hissed. He held his hands up in defense.

"Okay, okay, look I'm putting it down. Just don't shoot," he pleaded. He placed the knife on my floor and kicked it gently over to me.

"Thank you," I said bitterly. "You do know that I could call the police on you right now. Or kill you."

He smirked. Why was he smirking? It was actually quite attractive. Wait, I'm not supposed to think this guy is attractive! He was going to kill me!

"How are you going to call the police if you don't have a phone?" he asked. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small black iPhone. It was mine. I frowned in confusion.

"How the hell did you get my phone?" I asked. He just kept smiling.

"I took it off the table while you weren't looking. And I might've gone through it. By the way, Kellin, you've got a real nice music collection on there," he said cockily. I was growing angrier and angrier by the second.

"Then I guess I'll just have to kill you," I said. He rolled his eyes.

"No, you're too good of a person. You're too innocent. You could never kill anyone," he replied.

"Well, if you know so much about me, let's hear something about you," I retorted.

"Fine. I'm Vic," he replied. Before I knew what was happening, he stepped forward and pushed me down onto the ground, grabbing the gun out of my hands. He towered over me and aimed towards my head. "And that's all you need to know."