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{Devils night}

You turned into his hallway, 1920's jazz bled through the doors of the corridor. You apprehensively gripped onto the invitation that your boyfriend James gave you, followed by a red silk dress(Above) he picked out specifically for you I was his favorite on your. Your heels clicked on the hard wood floor. You listened to the muffled tunes become beside the door. You stop in your tracks. You stood in front of the door you used to feel so comfortable in, that was until this moment. You hesitated, he knew you were uncomfortable with the whole idea of devils night... but he insisted you joined. He just wanted to show you off. But you didn't know that you just thought you wanted you to go. Of course you were interested. I mean you watch Jeffrey Dahmer documentaries sense you were 16. But you never wanted to meet him in real life. You were shaking.

Just by your delicate touch, the door creaked open, to a room that was no longer a room for two. The room you would attend your daily dinners with James now held a bunch of serial killers.

You stepped in, feeling the blood rush to your ears, and cheeks and your heart started to pound in your chest. Jeffrey and Gacy were having a quiet conversation, in casual conversation, paid no attention to your entrance, only until they realized you were quietly listening. Gacy was talking about food witch was weird to me. I never know someone like that would just have a normal conversation.

"So the key to a really good sub sandwich containing all the meat in the fridge and then warm it up in a oven you need to make sure there's a-a-a layer of like—"

Their gaze fell on you, which made you uncomfortable, you just wanted to run away.

"Richard...Ramirez" One greeted, of the men from the table that weren't talking got up to shake your hand.

"Y/N" You replied, rather quietly,

"Well aren't you a pretty one?" He continued,

"And alive too" Jeffrey said outload. You could feel everyone gaze turn to you. You could die right there.

A rush of nausea reached the tip of your throat, but you managed to swallow it down. You couldn't embarrass James. This just wasn't your thing. You could even kill a fly the other day. I know funny cause Your dating a serial killer.

You knew of Richard and the horrible things he did, his presence made you uneasy, and completely unsafe. You prayed James would come soon.

"Why don't you come sit next to me?" He purred in your ear, making sure to grab your ass, which made you jump away from him.

"No, Richard, Y/N will sit where her name card is, you know we like to do things formally around here," James appeared and bitterly swatted Richards's hand from your body and replaced it with his possessive grasp. James pulled you close to his frame, feeling you melt in his hold. You felt safe now. James always had that affect on you.

"Ah, we're all here now! Let's sit, there's only so many hours in the night" James spoke, pulling you with him, not losing his grip on you.

"To our special night, and our new guest" James motioned to you, and gave you a wink. You replied with a small smile. You were still shaking. They all raised a glass and drank from their glasses.

"You've all made your mark in history. Like the "lliad", your stories will live on forever. " James sat back down and cleared his throat,

"Now, lets all introduce ourselves" One by one, they introduced themselves, each name made you more afflictive, you recognized all the names. How could you not there all famous for doing the same thing. Killing people.

"And you, darling" James asked sweetly, you started to shake even more.

"Ugh, my name's Y/N, I'm from LA, and I just moved to this hotel around a year ago."You whispered, dropping your head looking down at your hands.

"Shy one eh March? I guess it could be fun" One man said, sitting beside James,

"IT'S NOT FUNNY, GACY" James snapped, you jumped in your seat you hated when James yelled, Gacy's smile vanished,

"She is not a victim, she is our special guest...you will treat her with.. RESPECT" James' eyes were wide, and filled with displeasure. James' jaw was clench then loosen, before turning to you with a sweet smile .

"Dear, could you get us some more wine? It seems like we've run out" James spoke calmly, dropping the full bottle of wine onto the ground. You jumped, but did what he asked. You were not trying to make him more mad.

"I want to make one thing clear," You heard James say before you go into the next room to look for the wine.

"No one touches her, no one looks at her, AND NO ONE EVEN THINKS OF HER. IN THAT WAY!"

"Ramirez, what you pulled today was unbelievable. Speak to her again and you will experience what every other victim in my history has experienced. "

The room stayed quiet, you held the bottle of wine in your hand but hesitated on going back to the table,

You heard James sigh,

"She's all I care about, and I will do anything for her...I think I'm in love, the feeling haunts me but somehow it warms my heart. It's weird. I will not let any of you ruin this for me, I wanted her to see who I am, and I want her to accept that without feeling scared. Now, smile...it's Devils Night"

"Darling?" You were overwhelmed of how quickly his mood changed when it came to speaking to you, he spoke to you in a gentle yet warming tone, scared that he might frighten you with his naturally loud voice, or his naturally demanding tone. He know you got scared when people yelled.

James appeared by your side, something you needed to get used to,

"Darling, don't be scared, I wanted them to meet you" He held you in his embrace, you couldn't help but listen to his quickening heart beat, you always thought that was weird he was dead but still had a heart beat.

"You know I care about you, and I will do anything for you" he reassured, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head,

"Y/N, I'm in love with you"

"And I'm in love with you to James, now let's finish this dinner."