ೃ⁀➷𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴(𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥)

Chapter 32-Brahms

I sat in the back of a cab in the middle of the country side of the United Kingdom. The driver told me that it would take over an hour to reach my destination so I was currently staring out the window watching the trees go bye. My eyes trail back to the letter the was closed by a fancy old seal. That being it was from Heelshires residence. Yes the next killer on the list was Brahms Heelshire and his letter was interesting to say the least.

Dear Y/N,

I can't wait to see you. I hope you will be a better choice than Greta. Luckily the people who tried to live in our house had a computer so I got to see your pretty face that way. I love your eyes, they are so pretty and your body so soft, delicate and perfect looking. I can't wait to read books, listen to music and play together.

Love ,

          Brahms

Okay so the whole Greta thing was real, I wonder if she got away or if Brahms killed her like he said he would if she ran. I made note to ask him that when we got to know each other. I hope that Brahms would be as sweet as he was in the movie. Some people might say I am crazy but I saw the innocent child who was forced to hide by his parents and watched them love a doll instead of him.

I understood that he simply wanted someone to love and love him back, someone to hold and care for while following rules. I mean the man lived with the spiders in the dusty walls for years so I get why he became of the only good thing he had in a while. Even if he killed Greta's ex and Malcolm he was still better than Aaron my own ex, my only ex..

---Flashback---

Aaron Alexander and I had been on a few dates over a couple months when things started to change. He began to act weird and controlling as well as possessive. He moved me into his luxury apartment not taking no for an answer and he knew all my passwords. I was still in school as he ran his company from his Uncle.

He didn't let me work and paid for everything I needed and more. Some might love that but I found it annoying for I wanted to work and be independent. He wouldn't hit me but he did verbally bring me down, turning my confidence to dust. It was a late Wednesday night when I decided I had enough but I had no clue on how we would react to my breaking up with him.

"Good Evening Love, I'm home. I hope you didn't miss me too much but I missed your pretty face." I took a deep breath trying to ignore is sweet side and to prepare myself for the next words.

---Flashback Over---

I shuddered at the memory, stopping the thought of it before the worst of it hit. I sighed out and looked out to finally see the mansion I was to stay in. It was charming and huge, built for comfort in country with the addition of city style. My nerves grew as the car got closer to the building until we stopped in front of the gate.

"How much?" The driver waved his hand and shook his head.

"No need Mr. Heelshire has already paid for it, you have a good day miss." I nodded and heaved my bag out of the care after denying his offer of help.

"You as well sir. Thank you!" I watched as he drove of and I turned to face the gate. I pushed it until I could slip through and made sure to shut it behind me. 

The sound of the wheels on my suitcase filled the air as it rolled up the pavement behind me. The crisp air smelled fresh and free of pollution as the sky was grey with clouds but no signs of rain where visible. I soon found myself at the door and ringing the doorbell. The door slowly swung open and I was met with the masked face in the movies.

"Hello Brahms, I am Y/N." 

"Hello Y/N, please come in." I bent down to grab my bag but Brahms stopped me. "Let me get this, a gentleman mustn't let his lady strain herself especially after travel."

I let him roll it in and I stepped into the huge foyer of the house, staring at the art that surrounded me. I heard a small noise and I turned to see Brahms facing away from me, placing his mask on a table beside the door.

"Sorry about the mask, I wear it around most people. As you know my story and that a part of my face got burnt I find it better to keep it hidden when needed." He turned and I gasped as I took him in. He had long curly dark hair that framed his face perfectly, green eyes that looked darker if the light shifted and the perfect amount of scruff. Of course there was a burn mark on the side of his face but it seemed to have healed pretty well.

"It's fine and I do have to say that your burn marks are barely visible and do nothing to hinder the beauty of your face."

'You are too kind Y/N, you are much more beautiful in person let me tell you that." I smiled at him and let go of my bag.

"Thank you Brahms, um may I try your mask?" The room fell silent and I feared I had crossed a line. I took a breath in as he opened his mouth to speak, afraid of what could happen.