Knives and Scars: The Last Kill (Creepypasta X Killer!reader)

~30~ Shakespearean Love

●•(Y/N L/N's PoV)•●

I couldn't get Emy's face off my mind, how she died so easily. Emy could've left and if she did, she'd still be alive...and I'd still have that gem on me, falling for this man's tricks. 

I glance at the pink eyed male who just came back from his short walk with his...monster thing. Kurt Valhart. The man who threw Emy off a cliff, who brought me to the hunters, who I spent a night with, who I thought I loved and who killed my sister. All the things I once thought of this man faded as I began to look at reality. This man and his monster were nothing but liars. Liars who deserved to die.

"How are you feeling?" I switch to the vulnerable (Y/n) he loved. I curl my lips into a sweet smile, as if this was a normal thing I had to do. It felt normal to me. I didn't know whether I should be scared or not. "I'm fine, just...a bit shaken up from that Creepypasta you killed." I hold up my shirt over my lips as if I were wiping my mouth from the damp air. He would notice the gem missing and if he didn't, he still had that monster to tell him so. Unless...

"Where were Hadley and Corri? I thought I told them to keep you safe." Kurt huffed as he stretched, his weapons still on him. He was tired. Is the monster tired as well?

I frown, looking at the ground as if I was about to cry. I know what it's like to cry. It was easier with Emy's death to pretend to cry. "They..." I gulp down a bunch of my saliva that I piled up on purpose as I let out a small whimper. "They were killed by that creepypasta."

Kurt sits beside me, whispering to me reassuring lines as he pulled me close. He bought it. I just didn't understand why the monster hid the truth from him. I was pretty sure she could sense my desire to kill him. "Please don't cry anymore." Kurt whispered in my ear as I decided to give him a minute or two more of me sniffling and coughing. "I'm here for you." He drags his hand to my head, combing my hair a few times.

I mutter out apologies for being the reason why they died, of course I didn't mean them. Kurt hums to my apologies, which makes me concerned as to what he was thinking. Maybe the angel told him or maybe he was affected by the news of Hadley and Corri's demise.

I begin to remember who Kurt Valhart was to the vulnerable (Y/n). He was her lover. He was the one she called her Knight in Shining Armor.

"Everything's going to be alright."

In the corner, I see a faint glow of a person - the one he called Cupid was staring at me. She stared at me with no emotion; she didn't fear me nor did she look like she wanted to kill me. She just sat there as her host was in the grasp of a killer. I wanted to know why.

I grip on Valhart's back as I clung on to the man, pretending to be a crying mess, and he entertains me, patting my back. He gives me a kiss on my neck and I realize that the only way to get him to lower his guard was to please him. So I pull away from the hug and smash my lips against his. "Don't leave me again." I muttered to him, there was no hidden meaning to it nor was it something I wanted to say to someone else. It was just an empty statement that I drenched with the beauty of a lie.

The pink eyed male hesitated as it was a sudden gesture but I knew that he wouldn't turn the offer down. His hands squeezed my sides, wanting to bring me closer to him. The taste of his lips were bitter to me and every kiss he made against my body was cold.

Every kiss felt like hell to me.

He pinched the edges of my shirt and I begged for it not to go there. I slithered my hand down to his waist, trying to snatch one of his knives from his belt. He groaned, lust finding its way to his mind. He pulls my shirt off without my consent. He must've thought that his (Y/n) would be okay with such an act so I had to play along.