forum Even Serial Killers Get Lonely (O/O Closed)

Started March 05, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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okay

Vaughn’s nerves were buzzing still. The adrenaline rush that the kill gave him was intense. The way the prey struggled, trying to get free before it’s throat was inevitable slit open. But now he needed to come down fmor the high and relax. He had cleaned up, making his way into a bar that was in the city. He slid into a seat at the end of the counter where the light was low. He had a noticble bruise on his cheekbone, and his bottom lip was split, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore. He looked at his hands, where a little bit of someone elses blood was caked under the nails. He moved his hands under the counter and onto his lap at that. He was dressed formally- wearing a long sleeved, white button down, a black, unbuttoned suit jacket, a pair of black slacks, and a pair of black shoes. He liked to dress formally at all times.

(Oh my god, are you a killer or something lol?)

AJ was swaying her hips to the beat of the music that was playing in the background as she mixed a drink. Her hair was tied back and out of her face, though a couple of strands had fallen in her face due to the few hours she'd been working. She handed the drink to her customer, laughing at a joke he'd said and shook her head. The sleeves of her white button-up had been rolled up to her elbows and the top few buttons where undone, exposing a bit of her cleavage. Her black pants hugged her ass and thighs and flared out at the bottom. AJ noticed a man walk in and take a seat at the bar. She walked over and rested her hands on the bar. "Is there anything I can get you?" She asked him.

(No, no lmao. I’m just studying to be a criminal profiler, and I have a lot of law enforcement people in the family. I grew up hearing lots of stories about this stuff lol)

Vaughn’s eyes flicked over to the female bartender. His gaze was hard as his tongue slipped out to wet his own lips. He brushed his hair out of his face a bit, looking up at her more properly when she stepped in front of him. He kept his eyes trained on her face, not bothering to look at her cleavage. As attractive she seemed, his mother taught him well enough as a child to know how to respect a woman. “A burbon would be fine,” he aswered, his voice deep and rough. He looked away once he had finished speaking, eyes trained elsewhere in the room.

(Okayyyyy)

Her eyes flicked to his lips as he licked them and she was suddenly very glad that she was wearing a good bra. She smiled at him, showing her pearly white teeth. "Coming right up." She said. She turned on her heels, grabbing a rocks glass. She poured in some ice before grabbing their bottle of bourbon. As she made the drink, she hummed quietly to herself, following the music that was being played. She tended to it a lot to keep herself occupied. She approached the mysterious man once again and placed the glass in front of him. "There you are. Anything else I can you?"

(Idk alcohol so ignore my cringy, what the hell am i talking about moments lol)

(Lmaoo its all good, I don’t know too much either)

Vaughn looked back down at his hands once she has stepped away. His mind flashed back to how he had been let into the house. The wife and the child were dead when he had gotten there. His heart had ached in such a painful way at the sight, one that had caused another further flashback. But he thought of his his hands had been on the larger man’s throat, strangling him. But the man was stronger than him, just abaout throwing him acorss the room with one shove. That was how he got those injuries to his face- when he crashed into a coffee table in the living room. He snapped out of it when the bartender came back. Once again, he didn’t let his eyes wander her figure. “Thank you. That’ll be all,” he responded, picking up the glass.

AJ nodded but didn't walk away from him yet. Her eyes took in his appearance. First what he wore, a suit. It wouldn't have been odd if it hadn't been for the bruise she could clearly see forming on his cheek. She knew it would probably be better to comment on it, to walk away from the sex god in front of her, but this time, she didn't listen to her head. She listened to her gut and her gut told her she needed to say something. Her teeth released her bottom lip, a habit she seemed to do every time she got lost in thought. "Are you alright sir?" She inquired, tilting her head slightly to the side as she took in his bruising cheek once more.

Vaughn wondered why the bartender stook around, just staring him over. It made him shift as he looked away, taking a quick sip from his glass. When he looked back at her, there was a shadowy, menacing figure behind her. Of course, it wasn’t real. Just a figment of his imagination. But that didn’t matter. It still made him tense. Made his lips part as if he was thinking about warning her. But he bit his tongue. It wasn’t real. The figure was completely black, save for a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and long clawed hands. He blinked a few time, registering her question before realizing she must mean his face. “I’m alright. Had a kickboxing spar today,” he responded smoothly. He found himself to be a very good lier.

AJ frowned as she noticed his shoulders tense. Had she said something wrong? She didn't want to offend him, she was just generally concerned for him. She'd seen her fair share men come in with a busted lip and knuckles, and sporting a bruise on their face. She'd also seen her fair share of fights in the bar, had attempted to break up a few and learned the hear way to let someone else do that. She glanced down the bar at her other customers and was relieved to see the other bartender, Adam taking care of them. AJ blinked in surprise at his response. She hadn't heard that one before. She leaned her elbows on the bar. "Kickboxing? What got you into such a violent sport?" She asked curiously. "You should also ice that cheek soon."

Vaughn didn’t like all the questions. It made him uncomfortable, made the whisoers stir. The figure gave a devilish, fanged grin. What now, Finley? it hissed, thought it’s mouth didn’t move. Can’t handle it? You’re going to get caught in a lie sooner or later. What about the blood? If she saw that, things might get suspicious. Can’t have you getting us killed because of a pretty woman it continued, it’s shadowy fingers appearing to him like they were stroking through her hair. “It’s a good way to relieve stress. Thought it would be interesting,” he said in response, taking a longer drink this time.

(That's creepy af)

AJ hummed to herself. She supposed kicking things or people could relieve stress, get your anger out, but she didn't particularly like violence and the damage it did. Life would be so much easier if everyone could discuss disagreements peacefully. But unfortunately, not everyone was like that. She drummed her nails on the bar leaning in a bit closer. "And have you? Found it interesting I mean?" She asked him. "What's it like?"

(Yeah, it’s a pretty creepy disease)

Vaughn continued to watch the figure that was leaning just over her shoulder. It was hard to ignore it’s whispers, but he knew he had to. He looked back at her face, now. “It’s been alright so far. Good for the stress thing, I suppose. It’s enjoyable for me.” Ah, I knew you loved it. The thrill of the kill. Like father like son right? the figure snickered. He clenched a fist under the bar and quickly downed most of his drink.

AJ nodded. "Even the getting hit the face part?" She made a poor attempt at a joke. She would never be known for good jokes, just her awful science puns. She tried cracking a smile as if that would make it better. She cleared her throat. "Would you a bag of for your cheek? It looks like its starting to swell." She offered.

Vaughn hadn’t even cracked a smile. His expression stayed serious and emotionless. He didn’t mind the wounds. Never had minded them too much. He thought it best not to accept help from any sorr of stranger either. “No thank you, I’ll br fine,” he told her slowly.

AJ purses her lips. "It wouldn't be any trouble at all. But…if you're sure." She said warily. She took another look at his bruise before looking away. "Well, if you change your mind or you need anything else, let me know alright?" She moved on to one of her regulars, Jerry. She fixed up his usual for him. "Thank you doll." She grinned. "No problem Jerry. Say hi to your wife for me." She glanced back down at the mystery man, pulling her between her teeth.

Vaughn had simply nodded his head in response to her question. He was pleased the conversation was over, relieved he could sit in silence and sip his drink. The figure had vanished once she left, or so he thought. He glanced up at a nearby mirror, only to see it standing behind him, its hand on his shoulder. A shudder ean through him as he downed the rest of the drink. It burned his throat badly, but he would put up with it.

AJ tended to those who came up to the bar, though she found that her attention always went back to the man at the end of the bar. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt drawn to him. There was something about him that made her want to know him more. Perhaps it's the fact that he seems so mysterious and his looks play a big hand in it too. She supposed that it was because he looked so mysterious that she was drawn to him. It was for the same reason they said that good girls were always drawn to the bad boys. There was just something about them that you couldn't explain.

Vaughn, on the other hand, was set on staying as far away from the curious bartender. While he could made up little scenarios in his mind of slipping back to her place, hands grabbing at clothes and skin. His eyes flicked to her face, and he idly wondered if her lips would taste as sweet as they appeared. But he ripped his gaze away and finished off his drink. That was dangerous. Those desires were dangerous in his situation. His eyes flicked up to a TV where the news was on. *Local man, Mark Roberts, was found dead around 3 hours ago. Police say that it looked like a case of assault. We have not been informed if police think this is the work of the local serial killer, but as the man was a registered sex offender, it is assumed so.”

Avery turned to the TV, turning up the volume. She listened to the reporter speak. She dragged her lip between her teeth as she listened. At first, she wasn't exactly sure how to feel. It was horrible that he was murdered, but perhaps it was a good thing if he had committed such an awful crime. She believed no sex offender should be allowed to walk free or else they commit another heinous crime. She rolled her eyes as multiple customers told her to turn it down, but obliged. "He had it coming. No one should be able to get away with sexual assault." She said lowly as she grabbed a washcloth and cleaned the counter.

Vaughn clenched his jaw as the woman continued to speak. “Witnesses caught a glimpse of the killer in all black. They are identified as a slim, tall white male. That was all that the police would give us at the moment.” He turned his head away afted a photo of the man was shown, it being an old mugshot. He tilted his head down, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment as he heard a whisper in his ear. Look at that, Finley. Pretty girl thinks you’re some sort of hero it snickered, and he resisted the urge to smack at the space where it would be like he might do in private. He opened his eyes and looked back up, motioning for the bartender so he could get his glass refilled.

Avery sighed as one of the more drunker customers stumbled up to the bar, attempting to order a drink. She sighed and declined, saying he'd had enough. She called his wife to come pick him up, like she had done several times before. Her eyes flickered back to the TV and she listened. A movement in the corner of her eyes caught her attention and she turned her head to the man. He had his glass raised. Sh we nodded and grabbed the bottle of bourbon. She walked over and refilled the glass. "There you are." She turned and put up the bottle.

Vaughn had waited for a moment, brushing his hair back a bit as he watched the female move. He licked his lips slowly as she filled his glass, glancing away from her face and to the liquor. He knew he was something like an alcoholic. He could get drunk every night if given the chance to. It helped drown out the whispers. He thanked the female for the drink, and promptly took a sip.

Avery smiled at him softly. "You're welcome." She spoke softly. She wondered what his hands would feel like against her skin, what it would be like to feel his caresses. Would he be rough or gentle? She wasn't sure which one she would prefer. She forced herself to walk away. She had a job to do. She couldn't let herself get distracted, but oh how she so dearly wanted to be distracted. She felt her core tighten and she clenched her thighs. She took a deep breath and sipped from a cold glass of water. There, that was better, or at least that's what she tried to tell herself.

Vaughn had glanced back at her when she seemed to linger for a moment. There was a tension there. He could just feel it lingering in the air. Was she having the same scandalous thoughts he was having when he would glance at her? How perfect would that turn out. Maybe he could have a bit of fun. He sure could use a bit of company. He would just have to always sugget going to their place and make up excuses for why he would leave. After a few minutes, he had downed his drink. That would be enough. His muscles ached from the struggle, and all he craved was sleep. He took out a pen, clicking it open and scribbling a note down onto a small napkin that said: Give me a call sometime. -V.F. as well as his phone number. He decided he would include the initials. He would tell her his name later. He set the money that he owed down under the empty glass, as well as a tip before he stood up, ducking his head as he slipped from the bar.