A Little Bit Of Hell

Chapter 25

Rue's POV

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I follow him up the stairs, sneaking past the others who are all still in the living room. Neither of us had even said anything to each other before we left, this just... happened. I don't let myself think about what I'm doing to much, afraid that if I do I'll realise how fucked up this is.
He's stalked me and tried to kill me before. And now look what we're doing.

Jack is a few steps ahead of me, and he stops at the top, reaching his hand down towards me, grabbing my hand tightly and pulling me up the stairs, causing me to stumble a bit but he seems to take no mind. Before I even clear the top step, he's already pulling me through the doorway, paying no mind everytime I trip or stumble.
Jesus, Jack. For fucks sake have a little patience.

Finally clearing the last step without breaking my neck, Jack moves his hand from my wrist to my waist, pulling my through the door and closing it behind us. In the dim light through my window, I could see Jack starting to take off his mask. This intrigued me, as I was desperate to see what was under his mask. What was he hiding?

Pressed against his chest, I look up at his now maskless face, trying to see underneath the shadow of his hood. He turns to the side, not looking at me anymore as he hides his face under the shadows of his hood. I reach my hand up to his face, wanting so badly to see what he was hiding from everyone. His hand shoots up with inhuman speed as he grabs my wrist, staring down at me now.

He lifts his hood and the light of the now almost completely set sun dimly lights up his features. I gasp. His skin is unnaturally grey, his empty eye sockets seem to be slightly to big, the shape of his face is human, but not... I can't really explain it. Yes, he is attractive but something about him was so inhuman and unnatural that I shuddered.

He didn't even flinch, hell, he hadn't moved at all since he took his hood off. He was like a statue, a statue with an iron grip around my wrist. After about thirty seconds of me taking in his demonic features, he let go of my wrist, moving his now free hand to the back of my neck, pulling my face towards his.

Even though I was expecting it, it was still a shock when he pressed his lips against mine. I was shaking. Fuck butterflies there was a whole swarm in my stomach. I closed my eyes and let my mind cloud over as I leaned into the kiss. He began pulling me again, towards the bed this time. As he was pulling me, he pulled away for a second to take his hoodie off, throwing it somewhere in my room.
Fuck.

He didn't even hesitate to pull mine off, leaving me in my black singlet. Pressing me back against his chest, he kisses me again, this time much rougher then before. He snakes his arm tighter around my waist, bucking his hips against mine. My mind momentarily flickers to the thought of my friends and the... Proxies, or whatever. Surely they've noticed our absence? But honestly, at this point, I couldn't give a fuck if I wanted to. He leans down onto the bed, pulling me with him.

With me now on top of him, he moves his mouth to my neck, his black, snake like tongue flicking over my skin momentarily. He rolls us over, and with him now on top he pushes me up to the top of the bed. He sits up, tugging at the bottom of my singlet, pulling it over my head and tossing it somewhere in my room. He kisses me again, his hands moving down to my jeans, hooking his fingers through the waistband. I moved my hands up into his hair, pushing myself deeper into the kiss. Jack starts undoing the buttons on my jeans with one hand, his other hand running through my hair, tugging my head back and moving his mouth to my neck again. I Yelp in slight pain when his razor-like teeth graze against my skin, surely drawing blood. I feel him grinning against my skin.
Fucking sadist.

His hand starts moving into my jeans, his other hand moving to unclasp my bra.

Three loud knocks on my door make us both jump back. "Rue! What the fuck are you doing? You've been up here for ages!" I hear Charlie's voice from the other side of the door.
"Yeah! Sorry, I'm going to bed early. I'll see you in the morning." I shout back. I look at Jack to see him silently laughing, and I slap him.

I hear Charlie hesitating.
"Okay."

Jack pushes me back down, his hands gripping my waist with a sadistic smile on his face. He flicks his black tongue across the waistband of my jeans, and let's out a low, sadistic chuckle.

"You look cute when you're scared"

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It's short but your dirty minds can fill in the rest

~Blue Bones