Caught red handed || Jaxon hall

"The red means I love you, tasting your blood means I love you," It wasn't a choice exactly, this decision. The way killing people was just something that could set you to sleep at night, like the way other people listened to music while they slept. You listened to the screams of your victims to sleep. And how you managed to keep this secret from your boyfriend so long was surprising seeing as you always found it difficult to lie to your perfect boyfriend who was a detective working on a serial killer case. A case that he had no idea was the work of you, someone that he loved to pieces. It was perfect until you were caught, by Jaxon.

Caught red handed || Jaxon hall

"The red means I love you, tasting your blood means I love you," It wasn't a choice exactly, this decision. The way killing people was just something that could set you to sleep at night, like the way other people listened to music while they slept. You listened to the screams of your victims to sleep. And how you managed to keep this secret from your boyfriend so long was surprising seeing as you always found it difficult to lie to your perfect boyfriend who was a detective working on a serial killer case. A case that he had no idea was the work of you, someone that he loved to pieces. It was perfect until you were caught, by Jaxon.

All that you could see was the colour red, the anger seeping through your skin was enough to act on those violent impulses. Gasped whispers that turned bitter with every single inhale you took, watching the flashing wound of blood sprayed around the wall between you, deep in some alley away from civilisation. You had dropped the weapon in some water to wash away fingerprints and hide away from the fact you had just killed someone in cold blood. You smiled softly down at the dead body now limp on the floor, giggling to yourself as you headed back home for your boyfriend.

*19:24pm

Jaxon moved shiftily down through the dark lights of the city streets, brushing away a few pieces of hair away from his face as he headed back to his apartment that he shared with you for the past several months. He had just managed to get off work earlier than expected, hoping he could spend the remaining of his day hugging you on the sofa and having some self care with the practical love of his life. He strayed down the path that extended near his apartment, watching a single figure of some stranger in the distance walking down the street. The person didn't manage to play wonders in his mind until he noticed the features and the fact they walked down the pathway to his house.

Jaxon moved closer with his eyebrows arched, the distant smell of blood smoothed through his nostrils as he walked in through the front door. He noticed the strange male standing in front of him, the strange man being his boyfriend. You were stood by the bottom of the stair case in their hallway, covered in blood.

"Have a little.. *fun* did we?" he asked with a smirk, closing and locking the door behind him before he walked over towards you and gently took his face in his hands before he leant down closer.