Eyeless Jack X reader

Chapter 2

After college, I had gotten a job as an author.  I wrote short stories and you made pretty good money.  Of course, no one knew all my stories were true.  Most of them were about the love between an eyeless serial killer and a young college student.  Sound familiar? I based my books off of real life and what I wished would have happened.  Instead of Jack and I parting ways, maybe we could have lived off the grid and been happy.  Life's not like that I guess.  Besides, I led a completely different lifestyle than he did.  He was out risking his life and killing others, while I sat in my room breaking the hearts of teenage girls by killing off the most likeable character.

I heard a tapping on my window.  The hair on the back of my neck stood up.  I grabbed the closest thing that could be used as a weapon. A baseball bat.  My window creaked open. Wham!
I brought the bat down upon the head of whatever was crawling into my room.  I saw a ragged black hoodie.
"Oh, shit! Jack, I'm sorry." I said running to get a first aid kit.
"It's fine." He groaned rubbing his face, getting black tar on them in the process.
He took off his mask, which he would often do around me.  I patched up the spot of blood on his head.
"You still have no eyes I see." I giggled.
He gave me the look. The 'if you weren't my only friend I'd strangle you and then make you regurgitate your inards' look.
"Sorry, tasteless joke." I said, ruffling his hair.
He nodded. Jack visited me every once in a while. Not often, but often enough that I was confident that he wouldn't kill me. He wiped the blood off of his scalpel and placed it on my desk. The only reason he did that was because I threw a fit when he placed the bloody tool on my clean desk. Maybe he just assumed that bloody scalpels on clean desks was just part of being friends with a serial killer. I personally didn't agree with what Jack did, but I didn't say anything.

"Thanks for patching me up. Even though you smacked me upside the head with a baseball bat." He whispered the last part, according in like whispering would prevent you from hearing it.
"I have a door you know. You don't have to climb through the window like a creep." I said.
Jack rolled his - nevermind. He would have rolled his eyes if he had them.
"You want anything to eat? I got waffles." I asked.
He pulled at a wet object from his hoodie pocket. It was a kidney!
"Jack, seriously?! You better not get blood on my carpet!" I said.
He took a bite from it, blood trickling down his chin. I grabbed a towel and wiped it away.
"I said don't get that shit on my carpet."
"My face is not your carpet."
I scoffed.
"Whatever."
Jack grinned. He had won the small argument. I sat at my desk, typing away at my computer as Jack just sat on my bed. It was getting late. Unlike Jack, I wasn't up all night and sleeping all day. I saved my work and shut down my computer.
"Jack, take a shower; and it's almost time to get out of my house."
A slight grin appeared on Jack's face. He grabbed a towel from the closet and walked toward the bathroom. Now, I had nothing to do while I waited. I sat at my desk, doodling dumb pictures. I felt Jack breathing down my neck.
"Dude! What did I say about being a cre-?" I stopped mid sentence because of the sight in front of me.

Jack, my serial killer best friend, was shirtless. He was only wearing jeans.

I couldn't help but gawk at his god-like build. I snapped out of it.
"Jack! Put.On.A.Shirt."
"Nope."
"What do you mean by 'no' I own this place. Put on a shirt."

I felt a pair of lips lock with mine. Jack grabbed my chin roughly, almost like holding my mouth open. He bit down on my lip, making it bleed. He lapped up the blood and slipped his tongue in my mouth. He pulled away from me.
"See you soon, Y/N!" He said.
He grabbed his hoodie and jumped out my window, leaving me wanting more.