Our Bloody Girls (Sequel to The Killer's Girl)

Chapter 35- Zalgo's Home (what happened while Opal was with BEN)

Jazz's P.O.V.

Zalgo's big strong arms lifted me up and held me bridal-style. In his human form, it was hard to deny he was the most gorgeous, yet sinister thing ever. Menacing, dark brown eyes stared through me. Broad, wide shoulders protected me, forming a giant shield. Down to about his shoulders, his starless-night like hair swayed back and forth.

"S-sorry about the ankle, Zalgo..." I muttered, my foot bent in an awful position.

"Don't even think about it. I'll see to it that soon, you shall no longer feel any pain."

He held me close, his arms wrapping me in their warmth and a comforting heart beat pulling me in. As nice as Silver is, and as much as I know telling him would hurt him, I love Zalgo. I really, really love him. If I could spend the rest of my life with him, I would.

I know, I know. I'm probably just being a stupid teenage girl, and I won't even remember him a few years from now, but right at this very second, I wanted nothing more than to make myself comfortable in his arms.

Gently, he carried me through the underworld to two large steel doors. Zalgo threw them open and walked in, the doors shutting behind him. A cushy red thrown was on the other side of the room, and a scarlet silk rug led up to it. Ugly monsters and demons were everywhere, and I was afraid to look at them.

We took a left to a large spiral staircase covered in what looked like organs of various kinds and shapes. As if they weren't even there, Zalgo walked up them, occasionally stepping on innards.

It felt monotonous, like it was never ending, and the clicking of his shoes were driving me mad. Finally, we arrived to a long hallway only lit by a few chandeliers. Some parts at the end were pitch black.

He carried me to the end, through the dark. The smell of death lingered everywhere. One door was wide open, and a handsome boy with grey hair laid on a bed. He couldn't be older than twenty one. He adorn a long black cloak, one long earring with a blade at the end, and white gloves.

"Hey, Dad." he greeted, laying back.

"Hello, Grim." Zalgo walked into the room.

"Who's the chick? She's not that unattractive. Could use a bit more in the boobs department... Kind of a flat ass... But she's cute." So this is what Zalgo was talking about earlier when he said I would attract underworld boys. I was considered cute... Wait did he just say I was flat and didn't have a butt?

"Hey! Don't be rude to me! My dad is Jeff the Killer."

"Yeah, and I'm the Grim-fucking-reaper. Fuck off."

Zalgo raised his voice, making my heart stop for a minute. "You will not address Jazz this was, is that understood? If it isn't I will make sure it is. Clear?" He glared intensely. Grim nodded quickly.

"C-Crystal clear, Dad..."

Zalgo carries me out with a sigh. "I deeply apologize for my son's behaviour, he really needs to learn about talking out when he shouldn't. He's rude, superficial, and arrogant."

I giggles when Zalgo said arrogant.

"You wanna talk about arrogance, Mr. I rule you?" I laughed at him.

"... I'm not arrogant..."

"You're pretty fucking arrogant. You think you're higher and above everyone."

"That's because I am higher and above all the disgusting, flight commoners. I'm stronger than them. I'm better." I busted out laughing at this point.

"... Stop laughing." I calmed down after a bit and he carried me into a large bedroom. The walls were dark gray stone wirh candles all over. It smelled strongly of cologne and roses, which smelled strikingly similar to Zalgo, which makes sense. A huge canopy bed with red sheets draping and hiding the white comforter looked inviting. Old, musty paintings of men and women scattered the room. Other than that, the room was kind of empty.

Gently, Zalgo rested me in the bed and I made myself comfortable. "Let me get you some tea." Quickly, Zalgo exited.

Just as soon as he left, he was back, holding a cup. He handed it to me and I took a large sip. His two eyes stared at me, barely moving. The unwavering gaze never broke, not even for a second.

"So..." I started.

After a minute or two if silence, Zalgo blurted out something rather loudly. I dropped my tea on to the floor and stared back at him.

"I want to marry you."