Daggers Speak Louder Than Words (Kellic)

Chapter 7

*Vic's POV*

He's different.

He's not like the other people I've killed. This one has something to him, something I'm not sure if I like or hate.

He makes me feel weak. That's not good, not at all. I have to be strong, I'm a fucking killer afterall. I can just feel how he's slowly sucking all my energy out of me. He disobeys me. What is he thinking? That disobeying me will get him somewhere? Hah, well, he's fucking wrong.

He also isn't afraid to say what he wants. Just like yesterday, he told me to leave and I did. Why? I have no idea. I guess I was just confused about the whole situation. He didn't want me to hurt myself, (not that I felt anything, I'm used to the pain). He just took the lighter from me and threw it away, it almost looked like I was hurting him, not myself, when the flame kissed my skin. And then he fucking told me to leave. And to make it even more unbelievable, I fucking obeyed.

See? That's exactly what I'm talking about when I say he's making me weak.

On the other hand, there's just something about the raven haired guy that I find interesting. For example the way he hums in his sleep. I noticed that when I was in the basement two days ago. I also realised that I find something awfully satisfying in watching him sleep. I like to go in the basement and just watch him. I know it might sound creepy, but it makes me calmer and I can fall asleep more easily afterwards, so...

Then there's his behaviour. He's so confusing. At one moment he acts all scared of me when I'm about to 'decor his skin a little', but when I'm doing it to myself, he fucking stops me, suddenly all confident and telling me to leave.

And last, but not least, there's his face. I mean, he's so damn beautiful. Those sea green eyes, I could drown in them. His flawless, pale skin, smooth as silk. It really is an honour to touch him in any way. And my favorite part, his lips. They're pink and full and they look so...so...kissable. And don't even get me started on the black lip ring of his.

Ugh, I fucking hate it. I shouldn't be thinking about my victim's lips and how good it would feel to kiss them. I've never felt this strongly about another person, let alone a victim. Of course I had relationships filled with all that stuff like making out, sex and whatever, but it never meant anything to me, I never felt any spark or butterflies in my stomach, whether it was a guy or a woman.

I heard a groan coming from the basement which disturbed me from my thoughts. When I got home earlier today, Kellin was asleep so I watched some movie in my living room, waiting for him to wake up.

I turned the TV off and got up, walking through the hallway, stopping at the basement door. I opened the door quietly, just in case Kellin was still asleep, but when I looked inside, I was him rubbing his eyes with his hands and stretching, letting out a small yawn. I have to admit that it was the cutest thing I've seen the whole day. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"Hey there." I greeted him with a small smile, walking closer to him. I turned on the light, illuminating the room, and sat on the bed next to Kellin. He shifted his upper body a little so there was enough space for the both of us.

"Hi." He said back.

"How was your sleep?" I asked, looking at the boy next to me. He was glaring forward.

"It was fine, how was your work?" I scoffed at that. I fucking hate my job, well the official one, that is. You see, when you'd have a boss which makes you practically his personal butler, you would get what I mean.

"Terrible, as always." I said and looked around the room. I noticed that Kellin has eaten his food again. That made me smile. "I like to see that you're eating, at least I don't have to force you to do it." I laughed a little. I didn't expect him to laugh as well, but he surprisingly did.