A love that not even death can stop

Chapter one

August Palmetto sat in a small coffee shop around three in the morning. He was working on ideas for the horror novel he was working on while he drank his pitch black coffee. 

He sighed deeply as his phone buzzed. He rolled up the sleeves of his tight black sweater, that complimented his muscular upper body, and checked his phone to see a message from a dating app called History Dating- online dating app. 

New match!

He opened his phone and clicked on the notification.

You've been matched with Jake Richards, 21!

You both have similar search history of recent murders, murder methods, torture methods, and 24 hour coffee shops near me

5 miles away

Text him now!

August clicked on his profile and looked him over. It was a man with fluffy, messy brown hair and eyes the color of milk chocolate. In all his picture he either had an emotionless stare or a devilish smirk that made him seem mysterious in a way.

The burgundy haired man found himself interested and decided to text Jake.

Move_I'm_Gay:

Hi there cutie! Looks like we matched up! Guess we both interested in killing people lol. I'm August. I'd love to meet up if you're open to it.

Jake Richards was in the middle of a project when his notifications went off.

He huffed in annoyance, grabbing the nearest rag to wipe off his hands before picking up the phone sitting on an empty shelf.  Oh.  It was that dating app someone had installed for him.

He read the message, a small smirk finding it's way onto his face.  This would be interesting.  Quickly opening the app, he scrolled through the few pictures his match provided, letting out a low whistle.

"Didn't think they were gonna be this cute."

Plant_Killer:

Jake.  What time are you thinking?  I'd like to meet that drop-dead gorgeous face of yours in the flesh.

Move_I'm_Gay:

Dang you're a total flirt. I'm surprised you're up this late. I'm free now if you are. I'm at the 24 hour coffee shop next to the cute pink flower shop on 5th street.

Jake took a second to glance up at what he had been doing moments ago.  It wasn't going to go anywhere, he thought to himself, turning his attention back to the phone in his hand.

Plant_Killer:

Perfect.  I'll be there in 20.  Don't leave without me ;)

Move_I'm_Gay:

When I leave I'll be taking you home with me

August happily waited and wrote his story as he drank another five cups of coffee constantly checking the time. When it had been twenty one minutes, August anxiously glanced at the door waiting.

Another two minutes later Jake walked through the shop's door.  He loosely held a smaller white flower in one hand, and a light blue one in the other, one of them getting transferred to the other as he ordered a cup of cocoa and leaned against the counter to wait.  

There was a moment of hesitation.  Then, without a doubt, Jake let himself scan the near empty shop to find the boy he was supposed to meet.  

Then he saw him.  Loose red hair and soft blue eyes to compliment it; just as the pictures.  

He grabbed the mug set down in front of him, not once taking his eyes off of August, before he took the empty seat across from him.

"I was right.  You're even prettier in person."  He said, smirking a bit.

August's tan face turned bright red as stared at this gorgeous stranger in front of him. 

"Y-you think I-I'm pretty?" He stuttered.

Jake winked at him, curling his fingers around his warm beverage.  

"I wouldn't have said that otherwise." 

Despite his actions, Jake didn't really feel anything towards the boy sitting in front of him.  He was stating facts.  Apparently August didn't seem to realise that, so he continued on with the flirting.

August blushed bright red "So tell me about yourself."

"Hmm…"  Jake hummed in thought, leaning back in his chair.  "I enjoy the colour red."

He gave August a small, lopsided grin.

"I do to. It's a calming color"

"It is, yeah."  He said.  "So what about you?  Tell me something about yourself."

"Uh I love plants and writing."

"Oh really?  What do you write?" 

Jake took another sip of his cocoa, eyes flicking to look out of the window next to them before moving back to stare at August.  The answer should've been obvious, but he didn't make his profile, so he honestly had no idea what they got matched for.

"Murder mysteries and horror." He answered simply.

Jake couldn't help but let a small grin escape onto his face.  This was an interesting turn of events.

"You'll haveta let me read 'em some time, then."

"Sure! Right now, I'm basing a story I'm writing on this unknown killer they call 'Angel of Death'."

"Oh really?" Jake hummed into his drink, leaning back once more.

"Yeah! He's my absolute favorite! He kills his victims in so many different ways, but always carves his symbol into their skin. Some detectives think he collects a vile of blood from each body for some kind of ritual or something. Well they think he takes blood. I think he does some kind of ritual with the blood." August rambled, talking wildly with his hands.

"Hmm. What would a guy like that be doing rituals for, do you think?"

If it didn't seem so absurd, one could think that Jake seemed amused now.

"Maybe some kind of Satanic thing or we could pour the blood of different victims on a victim to confuse the cops. Oh! He could drink it though that might lead to catching stuff like aids. He could have an animal drink it or something. What if he got a dog and only raised it drinking blood and flesh then he could set it free so it would go and kill random people!" His eyes had strange gleam and his face a scary twisted look.

Raise a dog on flesh and blood.  That…..wasn't too bad of an idea.  Jake pulled a pen out of his jacket pocket and scribbled down what August was saying on a napkin.

"Sounds like a hell of a time, Pumpkin."

August's cheeks turned hot pink "Pumpkin?"

Jake felt a light blush beginning to creep up the back of his neck.  What the hell was this feeling? 

"Yeah.  Seems fitting enough for ya."

"I like it," August gave him a warm smile.

There it was again.  That feeling.  He couldn't tell if he hated it.

A small buzz from his pocket drew his attention away from the boy in front of him, and he pulled his phone out to look at it.  That's when he noticed the time.

"Well shoot, pumpkin.  I gotta go."  Jake said, setting his half empty mug down before standing up.

August stood up "Can I see you again some time?"

He gave him a hopeful look. He really wanted to see Jake again. He liked him quite a bit.

Every part of Jake's instincts was telling him to say no and just walk out.  But for some reason he found himself giving in to the look he was being given by the boy in front of him.

"Sure."

And with that, he walked out.

"Bye, Jake!" He called waving and grinning.