(Y/n) the killer
"Sweet Dreams"

Type: AU
Word Count: 880
Published: October 31, 2017

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You needed another kill tonight. You needed to feel that thrill of blood being spilled, the adrenaline rush through your fingers as you twist your knife, and the joy of ending a soul.

You came upon another suburban house, seeing the faint outline of the structure in the dark of the night.

In the distance, you heard police and ambulance sirens heading for the house you left ten minutes ago. You smirked, knowing fully well they're just wasting their time.

Twirling your knife between your fingers, you felt the left over blood on the blade. It was still wet and sticky.

You walked into the driveway of the house, looking up and finding a window to what you hoped was a bedroom.

You approached the front wall, tucked your knife between your teeth, and started climbing. To your advantage, the wall was made of brick, giving you better grip.

Making it up to the window, you were shocked when you levered your fingers under the frame.

It wasn't locked.

A devilish smile spread across your face as you slowly and quietly lift open the window. You then slid into the room, being very light on your feet to not wake the victim in the bed.

You felt your heart start racing again. You couldn't wait to achieve that high you'd get when the victim would open their eyes and scream like no other.

Approaching the bed, the lump under the blanket shifted a little. To your experience, you didn't flinch at the movement. You stayed still and waited until the person droned out in snores again.

Now, your knees were practically touching the mattress. The person, who you come to conclude as a man, was lying on his back. You took the knife from your mouth and held it in your dominant arm. You rose the blade high enough, aiming right for the heart.

The man then moved his face so you could see it better. You didn't think you'd stop your plan when you found yourself staring at his face.

The man's hair was short and messy. It was either brown or black; you couldn't tell in the darkness. The moon, though, gave you enough light through the window to give you a visual of his defined cheekbones. And not to mention, his sharp jawline almost defined the perfection of his face.

His skin was also somehow glistening in the moonlight. It looked soft and... touchable. And his eyelashes sat upon his cheeks as he was in a very comfortable sleep.. as if you didn't want to wake him–

'NO.' Your mind screamed.

You felt your fingers tighten around the handle of the blade. Your arm tensed, getting ready to strike and feel that relief you've been craving.

But then, the man moved again. This time, he was on his side facing you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you realized that this person before you was shirtless.

The blanket came down when he turned in the bed, and you couldn't help but look–

'GODDAMMIT.' You heard your inside voice again.

Before you could snap back into what you really came for, the eyes of the man opened.

His dark eyes met your dark clothing, trailing their way up to your face.

You saw him eye you. You smiled. You knew his face contorted into some disgust when he saw the gash from an incident along the side of your cheek. His eyes shifted and saw the burn mark on the other side of your head. Then you saw his eyes move to your lips, the blood from the last victim still wet from the blade transferred to your mouth.

The man's face quickly shifted into fear and you knew what would happen next. You throw your free hand to cover the mouth in a tight hold. You felt his lips against your palm while there were mumbles and muttered words against it.

Your creepy smile stayed intact on your lips as you looked down at the handsome man below you. You mean–what.

Then you did something you never thought you could do. You would almost never leave a victim alive, until now.

Bringing the knife down, to not strike him, the man's eyes widened while his body jerked; you leaned in, getting real close to his face.

You were at least three inches from his nose before saying your infamous line along with a couple of other words.

You were sure to leave him scarred with the images of your physical features and the trauma you caused when uninvitingly coming into the room.

"Sweet dreams. I'll see you soon."

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happy halloween!! do you celebrate? if so, what's your costume? i wanted to make an imagine for halloween just for the fun of it. it really isn't anything scary cause i can't write scary, but i hope it was at least decent haha.
oh and (y/n) is suppose to be jane the killer (like jeff the killer but female) from creepypasta. if you don't know what that is, feel free to look them up, but at your own risk. it's not just creepy macaroni or penne LMAO

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