Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

Friday, September 6, 2019. I, Christian Thomas Reeves, being of unsound mind and a broken spirit, declare this my last will and testament, as well as a goodbye.

The Meridian City Silencer. A serial killer in a red mask that patrols the streets at night, beating up criminals and dishing out bullet-shaped justice to anyone he feels deserves it.

In the middle of my sentence, he shoves two fingers into my mouth and presses down on my tongue to keep me quiet.

“You’re begging, angel, but you’re begging for the wrong thing.”

“Here’s the thing, angel. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, running his thumbs against my scalp. “I’m going to stay right here where I belong.”

“With a napkin and a flick of my wrist I can make you the exception to all of those rules.”

“It’s in case you ever need help,” he explains. I lift the chain to examine it. “The charm attached is a silent panic alarm. You turn it on by clicking it five times. You’ll feel it vibrate, and it will send me an alert with your exact location. If you press it, I’ll come. No matter what.”

“I don’t want to kill you, angel. I want to keep you all to myself. You’d better take off those rose-colored glasses and accept that the only place you belong is in my black heart.”

“I’m not strong enough to stay away from you. I couldn’t live with myself if someone came after you because of me.” “Why would anyone come after me?” “Because I care.”

“Who did this to you?” he asks quietly, though his tone couldn’t be any more venomous.

“They need to know what happens when they touch what’s mine, Elena. They’re going to convert religions, because they won’t be praying to God, they’ll be praying to me. Begging for my fucking mercy after I hunt them all down and show them the true meaning of fear.”

He rubs my bottom lip with his gloved hand. “If you’re so concerned about my humanity, Elena, then reach into my soul and find it, because I’m not sure I have any left.”

ok vampire diaries

If he thinks she’ll run, he will chase her. And that’s my fucking job.

Eight. I’ve given him eight souls since September sixth. It should have only been one. It should have only been me.

“Yes, I am,” he whispers breathlessly, grinding himself into me so I can feel his erection digging into my stomach. “And you are the object of my insanity.”

Fuck Christian Reeves. Fuck him for bulldozing his way into her life at the exact moment I started to.

I know exactly why I desire her in my soul, and I’ll tell her about it one day, because she deserves to know why I call her angel.

“God, you’re so fucking wet, angel.”

“You’re nothing but trouble, Elena Young.” I blink at him, zoning out for a second, feeling like I’ve got the most uncertain hit of déjà vu in my life.

“I really thought I was special, you know?” “You are.” “Not to you, to him.” “You are.”

It’s a shame I’m already destined for Hell, because it’s not where angels belong. But I’m not going anywhere without her.

It’s like playing a fucked-up game of tag, only if you get caught by the psychopath in Kevlar, your blood will paint the pavement.

I have what I call a workshop hidden in the basement of my home. It technically doesn’t exist. I paid a shit ton of money to falsify the property records to indicate the basement was sealed off a decade ago. I did seal it off, in case anyone ever comes snooping around, but I opened up another entrance just a few short feet away from the original, behind a false bookcase.

We know

“I want you to kiss me,” she whispers, and then she scoffs humorlessly, as if she’s being ridiculous. “But I’m scared.”

You are exhausting

“Angel, show me some fucking mercy and ride me harder.”

God, I love it when he’s unhinged

Okayyyy

I hold my angel to my chest and wait for Caroline to reach ten before I put the gun to my head. And like I was always meant to, I pull the trigger.

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