Camila/You Imagines

Addictive (G!P)

A/N: Warning : this one shot (series) will contain murder,  a very short rape scene, and may contain graphic detail.

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I didn't necessarily want this. I didn't want to become a monster but it happened. That hunger deep inside of me just gnawed and gnawed till I couldn't take it. I had my ways on attacking my victims but it wasn't sloppy and obvious.

They had no clue who I was but begged for mercy when they had been tied down in my house. I lived in the hills with my beautiful wife and I loved every part of it. It was quiet, away from everyone and we had the most gorgeous view of the city of angels. It was perfect.

I sat at the edge of my pool as the sweet blood on my calf simmered into the water. I smoked the cigarette in between my blood stained fingers. I smelt the steak that my wife was cooking and breathed in almost forgetting about what just happened in our basement.

I didn't need to worry if my neighbors were watching because I simply didn't have any. The perfect sized house was placed right in the middle where I had bought the land and airroids of this particular hill.

The houses below us were way too far to see anything let alone hear something. While if someone tried building above it'd be impossible due to the actual steepness of the mountain. There were regulations on how high to build your house on mountains in the state of California.

I've done my research and I knew I was set in my place right in my home. I had built this home from scratch and no one in this city knew the floor mat of the house. My wife and I were the only people and it was going to remain the same.

"Baby?" I heard her soft voice as her head peeked outside of the sliding glass door.

"Dinner's ready, beautiful." She gave me a sweet, sweet smile which only made my heart swell.

"I'll be in, in a minute." I cleared my throat as I felt more calm and serene.

"Don't be out too long." She spoke before mumbling in Spanish that I should slow down on the smoking.

I chuckled to myself thinking about how she was worried about me smoking but not getting caught. The man with a ripped out tongue in my basement sure wasn't complaining about me smoking. But I reluctantly got up watching the smoke like blood streams swirl around.

I walked to the wash room and stripped away my clothes just to hop into the warm shower Camila had set up for me. She knew the routine, this was in our lives, she didn't mind one bit. I smiled to myself as the normal feeling of my being eased over me.

We were the best of friends when we were kids but I always knew we were close for a reason. We loved each other more than any love story on the movies. We had expressed our feelings in more ways than one, all at a very young age. She was the definition of my soulmate and life partner - she was mine forever and she wanted the exact same thing from me.

The door opened and I watched her slip off her silk robe before slipping in behind me. I breathed in deeply looking at my feet watching the blood ooze down the drain. It was so heavy I was sure it'd soon clog up the drain if it dried up too quickly.

Camila pressed her addictive lips against the back of my neck and I closed my eyes again. The warmth of her body and the water hitting down on our skin made me lose focus. But then again I didn't know what I was indeed focusing on, my brain was on a high. I was finally coming down and I felt mellow and silent.

The smell of her body spurred me on with my thoughts and I grinned sinfully.

I wasn't always like this, we were quite innocent when we were younger. We went to church with our families, we ignored the awful comments about my sex or gender. We knew better. We didn't talk back to others even if they may have deserved it. We were never wrong or bad kids.