something more ((yandere x reader))

XLIX- this is it

"H-Harlow." (Y/n) stammered out.

"Oh~" He moaned. "My name sound so good in your voice... say it again."

Victor encircled his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and pulled her back into his chest. She was too overwhelmed to even blink at his actions. "What is this?" Victor said lowly.

"I'm just here to get back what's mine." Harlow replied, his eyes on (Y/n). "What can I say? I have a flare for the dramatics."

"Har-" She stopped herself from saying his name, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. "Have you been using?"

"No..." He said with a smirk.

She eyed him up and down. "If you stop this right now you'll get in less trouble. Come one, this isn't you."

Harlow's expression turned sour. "This is exactly who I am. I'm not about to throw everything away."

"What are you talking about?!" She yelled. Everyone was silent, depending on this random girl to talk Harlow down. "You were improving. You were doing well, what happened?"

"He didn't listen!" Harlow shouted back. "No one ever fucking listens to me... apart from you, angel." He softened his tone towards the end, the smile returning to his face.

"I'm guessing you... you killed William." (Y/n) had a prominent voice break in the middle of her sentence, with that her crying began.

Harlow nodded. "I couldn't just let him live after what he did to you." He stated proudly.

"What he did?" Penelope ventured, cautiously including herself in the exchange. Victor squeezed onto (Y/n) even tighter, also growing curious to know what William had done to (Y/n) that warranted his death.

"He was a scumbag, he's had this coming since day one." Harlow hypocritically held onto some decency and chose not to expose (Y/n) for her own sake.

Harlow turned his attention to Victor. "Now, let go of her or I'll start shooting."

In response, Victor only pulled (Y/n) closer to him. He knew that Harlow wasn't going to shoot (Y/n) and it was too much of a risk to shoot Victor since he was so close to her.

"Fine." Harlow shrugged. He looked over the crowd and tapped his chin as if he were picking out his lunch, not the next person he'd kill. "We'll start with Peter Fenton."

Peter almost fucking pissed himself.

"I can give you money!" He squealed. "Anything you want! Does Quinn need money?! Just don't kill me-"

"You know, you make me sick. You and William are one and same and I'm sure the two of you will have a great time together in hell."

Click.

Bang.

Thud.

More screams and mutters echoes around the room as a pool of blood got a wider and wider diameter around Peter's head.

Penelope started to cry. This literally couldn't have gone worse.

"So, Victor," Harlow was surprised to see that his brother was in no way affected by the death of their father. "What'll it be?"

"Get out." Victor spat venomously.

"Harlow, please don't hurt anyone else." (Y/n) tried her best to keep her voice steady.

"Oh, angel," He sighed. "I love it when you say please like a good girl. Maybe if you got on your knees for me I'd consider not killing that whore."