a boy like that | dandy mott |

Revelations.

That night, Dandy hid in his bedroom. He hasn't seen Rosalie since Regina left, and he couldn't get into her room since she locked the door.

He changed into his pajamas, knowing tomorrow one of her friends from the Freak Show would be knocking on their front door. She was supposed to be home tonight.

Dandy tried to convince himself that she was just tired. He saw the way she looked at him when Regina left. Rosalie had known about Dora before this, but her reaction tonight struck him as peculiar. He didn't want to think about Rosalie being scared of him. He would never lay a finger on her.

Dandy once thought he held a heart that could not love. Dora looked into his eyes as he slashed her throat and felt not one ounce of remorse for her death. The guy from the bar, however, was different. Dora's death was rather quick, in a few seconds, she was dead to the world.

That poor guy just would NOT die.

Despite temporarily feeling bad about that guy taking forever to die, he still felt a rush of adrenaline thinking about it. Dandy realized that his purpose on Earth was to bring death.

And, of course, make Rosalie his.

Her name felt like music to his ears, almost like a prayer, if you will. When they were apart, there were chunks of him missing. Seeing her in her gown last night at the dance was like dying and going to Heaven. She looked like an angel sent to Earth.

Dandy pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to will away the anxiety he was feeling. Rosalie couldn't be scared of him, she couldn't leave him. He loved her. He would do anything to protect her and give her the life she deserved.

He stood up, crossing to his door where he peeked out. It was already past ten. Gloria was already in bed down the hall. Dandy stared at Rosalie's door, before it slowly opened, revealing her deep brown eyes that widened at the sight of him.

"Dandy!" she exclaimed, and he wanted to laugh at the fear in her voice. He would never get tired of startling her. "What the hell are you doing!?"

"I missed you?" He pouted. He felt his chest start to flutter at the sight of her. "Are you mad at me?" He whispered from across the hall.

Rosalie rubbed at her eye; she had taken a short nap but found that her dreams were keeping her awake. All she could see was the man she was starting to love mercilessly killing somebody.

"No," she said, her tone rather flat. "I was just... Overwhelmed." Rosalie whispered to him.

Dandy once again made sure his mother's door was shut, before quietly stepping out of his room and towards Rosalie. She was perplexed on her feelings towards Dandy, yet she immediately stepped back to let him in. He closed the door behind him and instantly noticed she was wearing a thin nightgown, which was very different from the pajamas she wore when she lived here. He did his best not to stare.

Now that they were in the same room, their voices became a bit louder.

"What are you going to do when Regina finds out?" Rosalie asked him. Dandy sat on the edge of her messy bed, looking at her concerned expression.

"I never thought that far ahead," Dandy sighed, feeling irritated that Rosalie still kept a distance between them. He longed to have her close to him. "Regina is my family, she was my only real friend as a child, maybe I'll just end up telling her myself."

"Dandy, you'll go to jail." She frowned at him, and for once, he could see genuine fear in her eyes.

Dandy scoffed, despite the joy of knowing Rosalie didn't seem to want to lose him either. "My sweet, sweet, Rose. I don't think you need to be worried about that."