Detective's Fiancée [ON HOLD]

CHRAPPIE 3

A/N: Hi! It's me again ._.
I just want to remind you guys that for this chapter, you'll be needing tissues for those who suffer from several fangirling issues. I hope you enjoy! ^3^

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I looked at myself through the grand mirror of Keir's mansion.
Halloween is killing me with only 2 days of horror. After this dance, it will be all over.

I wrote a "man" character on my wrist to lessen my nerves. To lessen the high chance of messing up even if it's just by -0.001. The things I do for dear life.

"You're always nervous."

I sighed, not facing him. I wasn't ready for sightseeing. Not ready for nosebleeds either.  So I simply glanced at my own reflection once again. I totally look like I'll rock this dance tonight. "Yep. I'm ready. Ready to die. Aye aye captain."

Keir scrunched his eyebrows at my stupidity. "Who are you and what did you do to my Zeilla?"

I turned around to look at him.
I was silent. I couldn't cover my blush this time, he was hot. And hot means boiling hot. And the fact that he said my made its shade even darker.

"Can you hear me?" He waved his hand in front of my face. Disturbance. I pushed his hand away from my face. "Stop that! You are so..."

He smirked. "So attractive?" I shook my head at this. He frowned. "So distractive then?"

I nodded and lightly punched his shoulder, smiling widely. "That's the word." He looked at me from head to toe, smiling in approval. He gave off a low whistle. "You're beautiful." I chuckled and closed my eyes. "No need to remind." I waved it off with a little flip on the hair. He pinched my cheeks then playfully played with my hair after. "Okay? I take it back then." He teasingly laughed at this.

It was always lalala land when I'm around Keir. I find myself laughing and smiling and giggling and smirking and grinning and chuckling and stalking and killing and—

Ever since kindergarten I've always liked him."Who wouldn't?" I said in a duh tone.

I glanced at the mirror again. I glanced at us. There was an us, but there was no such thing as an us. Entiendido? No? Ok.

I was wearing a black gothic dress, blood scattered all over me in tiny amounts. Blood as in red paint not RBCs. My dress had highlights of dark red flames located at the tip. My hair was tied up into a messy wavy bun. It goes well with my dress. It was a last minute dress up, so I had no time for make up. I could say I looked simple.

He, on the other hand, isn't.

He wore a matching costume. Red vintage and pitch black. A mens gothic clothing with elegant punk rave fashion and a romantic feel. Designed for palace aristocrats.

He also had three grayish silver rings. On his right pinky, left middle and right middle. Along with a black long coat in Jacquard. He looked like a vampire king.

I looked away from him and pretended to have interest on something else. Keir's room. I need not have another attraction— I mean distraction— besides myself.

I walked to its direction and opened the door. When I stepped inside, the first thing that came to my mind was the usual. Simple and clean.

The familiar big chandelier placed above his mat came to view. There was also another small but cool looking black chandelier above his bed as well.