Chapter 13 - Y/N

- A/N -

I wrote this while I was drunk and listening to the album AM by Artic Monkeys on repeat. This song in particular I thought was somewhat fitting. 

I apologize in advance for my horny ass drunk self lmao.

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We walked a few minutes under the shadow of the trees until we arrived at his house. Not knowing what to say after all these months away from him, and still feeling conflicted, I decided to keep to myself while following him.

It wasn't like I needed to follow him, I knew my way around the forest by now, at least this part of the forest, especially since recently I've been sort of trying to ~casually~ run into Toby.

Still, I didn't know what to say.

"So, you've b-been stalking m-me?", he tried to maintain an even voice, but I could sense a slight cheeky tone in there too.

'Busted...'

"What? No, what do you mean?", I said with as much conviction as I could muster, which wasn't much. I'm not the best liar, my voice goes slightly higher than usual and as much as I try to hide that, I always fail miserably.

He noticed that too, because he chuckled wholeheartedly before replying.

"Right, you can't e-even deny it with a straight face. I g-guess I'm not the o-only stalker between the b-both of us."

"I wasn't stalking!!", I said, almost begging him to drop the subject.

"Alright~", he said, mimicking my tone. "You know... I've m-missed you too."

I was blushing profusely and hating myself right at that moment. He had an effect on me like no other man had in my life before. I was suddenly very self aware of my blood stained clothes, my bloodstained face and the faint smell of puke coming from my hoodie. He didn't mind, though, he took every chance he got to brush lightly against me, his faint touch making me feel butterflies everytime. I was trying so hard not to let him think I had forgiven him, hell, I was trying to convince myself of that too. Sometimes your mind and your heart decide different things, or so I'd figured by now with Toby.

"How h-have you been?", he said when I didn't reply.

I was debating on whether or not to tell him the truth. To be honest I hadn't been ok. I was angry, frustrated, confused, and above all hurt. Being away from everyone for months helped me in a way, it gave me space to think things through and process everything that had happened. Killing my aunt was traumatic, and it will forever be, but I had somehow learned to understand that it wasn't my fault, and that helped if ever so slightly.

"That's a hard question to reply, Toby...", I said, deciding on leaving the door open. He only nodded in reply, which made me believe he understood what I didn't want to say out loud.

We walked in silence for the rest of the way, until we finally reached our destination. Once in Toby's cabin, I took a shower and he was kind enough to lend me one of his hoodies.

"You could t-take off your jeans to clean t-them a bit..."

"No, I am not staying in my underwear", I said, glaring at him.

"Ok, fine, I was just s-saying... It's not like I have n-never seen you naked b-before", he didn't even try to hide his toothy grin. That guy drove me crazy.

"Well, it's not like that anymore, Toby...", I looked back at him, squinting my eyes. I would be more comfortable without my dirty jeans, but I was not about to get half naked at the moment. I was going to have self respect, dignity... I had conviction.

"Oh?", he grabbed me lightly by my chin. His eyes glinted with the warm light of the room, he was looking straight into my eyes, displaying that cocky half grin that made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. As he was looking down, a few strands of his messy brown hair fell over his forehead.

'No. I am NOT falling for this cheap trick. Pff... I'm better than this.', I thought, trying to convince myself, somehow, that Toby's antics were not causing me to feel suddenly lightheaded.

"I t-think your body wants s-something else...", he said, observing me. Still grabbing my chin he got closer, as he pulled me in with a hand on my waist. "But I'll respect your w-wishes, and won't go any f-further... Until you beg"

I gulped. My conviction dissipated like alcohol.

Before I could say anything or even think what to reply, he released me, turning back and heading to the bedroom. I was left alone, teased and frustrated at myself in that damn living room.

'The fuck am I doing here? I should be angry, and shouting at him and... I don't know anything, anything but react like this.'

He came back with a pair of sweatpants in his hands. "Here. Use these c-cause you reek of blood. You can wash your j-jeans in the sink or something". He hesitated for a second before adding, "do you want to talk about it? I know how much you didn't want to become a... one of us"

I sighed... Thinking what to say for a second. "I feel... Calm, I guess. Which is frightening, if I'm honest", I finally replied, taking the clothes.

I didn't make my way into the bedroom to change, I just stood there, trying to think about how I truly felt. It was confusing, I didn't feel anything really, just numb. I felt bad for killing that poor girl, a teenager who had goals and dreams, all her life still ahead. And I also felt bad for the mom, who died such an awful death. At least that girl died quickly, and relatively painless, or so I hoped.

Still, I didn't feel like crying or breaking down like I thought I would. I had been dreading this day for months. Months trying to find a way out, months trying to learn how to live with myself, or this new version of myself. Months in which I hadn't slept properly with Slenders presence looming all over the Mansion. To this day, I don't understand how Jeff lives there, but then again Jeff is not the sanest person... Am I?

I had thought about Puppeteer's words, his warning about these woods and their effect on people. Is this numbness just that? Was I slowly losing my mind and my empathy towards other people?

"Y/N", Toby shook my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts. "I... I never a-apologized. I know, this is all my f-fault, and last time I d-din't want to accept it."

I nodded, still half lost in my own thoughts. I was happy he at the very least acknowledged that this whole thing was his fault, if only he would've killed me that day...

"Toby, will you kill me? If this becomes too much, if I start losing myself, will you kill me? I know you can-"

"What?", he widened his eyes, looking at me in disbelief.

"I just don't know if I can live this way forever. Slender will be angry, but he'll get over it and get another toy to mess with. The fact that I don't feel remorse for killing those people, I don't think I'm myself anymore and to be honest, I don't want to become like Jeff. He's-"

"You want a d-death pact? Really? Y/N, I can't f-fucking kill you. That's the whole r-reason you're here, and I feel bad for that and everything, but no, I can't, I w-won't."

"Toby you fucking owe me!", I was starting to lose my patience with this guy as tears started streaming down my face, "just fucking promise me, ok? I'm not saying it'll be today or tomorrow, just give me that way out."

I hated that whatever Slender did with his weirdo magic made me into this... bloody mess. I saw Toby noticing the tears, and with a deep sigh and shaking his head, he looked down at the floor.

"I g-guess I don't have a c-choice then"

"Yeah, I know how that feels", I said curtly, sounding more bitter than I intended to. A few tears were now staining the fabric of his hoodie, so I decided to head to the bedroom to clean up my face and change. Calming myself always helped to stop them, and that's exactly what I needed right now.

I sat for a little while on the bed, staring at the floor and just hoping my tears would stop.

Once I had somewhat calmed down I left the room, only to find that I was by myself.

'Where the fuck is this guy now...?'

I decided to go out and look for him, changing back into my jeans, and wearing Toby's hoodie I went out into the darkness of the forest.

It was silent, too silent.

I was already near the town's limits when I heard a gruff voice close to me.

"Hey, what's a pretty girl like you doing out here by herself so late?", he said, stumbling his way towards me.

I gripped the knife in the hoodie's pocket tighter. I didn't have the patience, nor the time to deal with gross men.

'Drunk...'

"Oh pretty girl, smile for me will ya? You would look so much prett- *hic* tierr"

'Don't get closer...'

"Are you ignoring me, bitch?! You think you're bett- *hic* too good for me?! I'll teach you whore, and you'll like it", he said, attempting to grab me. It was easy to dodge, I just stepped a bit to the left and he came stumbling down face first to the asphalt road.

"Sorry, I was most definitely not going to like that, but I will enjoy this", I didn't know what came over me. I could've just left, run into the woods and hide, but I wanted to rid the world of this vile man.

'Static...', I frowned. I could sense Slender's corrupting energy in me.

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The knife went in smoothly in his back, slicing into his kidneys. I stabbed him, one, two, three times, over and over again. His agonizing cries were as loud as the woman from earlier that night. He was trying to scramble away, to escape from me, but I wouldn't let him. I was kicking him in the stomach and pressing his face against the hard road until I could hear crunching sounds. I heard myself cackle and the static growing louder and louder.

Until it stopped.

He was dead.

"The fuck d-did you do, love?", Toby said leaning nonchalantly against a tree right next to the main road. His face was expressionless, yet he was observing me intently and glancing over at the corpse next to me.

"It's becoming a habit of yours to apparate near me. I was looking for you. Where did you go?", I said, wiping away the blood from the knife on my already dirty jeans. Once again, nothing, only numbness.

"Not apparating, just walking, and I had to t-take care of my o-own kill tonight, so I went to finish m-my target. I didn't think you'd be coming out to l-look for me."

I shrugged, still looking down at my work.

"Love, w-we need to move the b-body. You can't leave it in the middle of t-the main road. Come on, we'll t-take it into the forest."

"He wanted to rape me, you know?"

"I'm not s-saying it wasn't justified, but it's best to avoid leaving b-bodies whenever possible", he was already trying to lift the dead drunk guy over his shoulder, motioning me to help.

After dropping the corpse behind a tree, we once again started walking towards his house. Only this time, we were both drenched in blood.

"I think I already lost it, Toby" I said with a voice full of disappointment and hopelessness. Thinking back at what just happened, it was definitely Slender's influence on me, but the maniacal laughter, the stabbing, the... killing. That was all me. I decided to kill him before I could even hear the static.

"He deserved it, Y/N, you d-didn't do anything w-wrong", Toby said reassuringly. I knew he was purposely ignoring what I meant, but I also didn't want to push the subject.

He put an arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to him while we walked. His touch was soft and warm against me. He looked at me, giving me that smirk that made me forget about the world around me.

'Fuck it'

Without giving myself time to hesitate, I pushed Toby against a tree. He could've easily stood his ground, but I took it as a good sign that he let me.

He didn't say anything, but had a teasing quizzical look on his face, expectantly.

We were both covered in blood, sweaty and somewhat sticky. In a different time I would've said it was disgusting, but at that moment I thought it was almost a turn on.

"T-told you you were going to b-beg", he said, raising an eyebrow. Before I could open my mouth to retort he grabbed me by the throat, and exchanging places with me, he was now pushing me against the tree. His eyes almost showed all the things he was thinking of doing to me, and I was excited.

His lips were hovering over mine, and although I tried to kiss him, he kept me in place. A devilish smile was painted on his face as he saw me struggle.

"Sorry, love, I won't be as nice as I was last time", his voice was deep and almost raspy. His breath was warm against my skin, as he slowly brushed against my neck. "Tell me, what's your safeword, do you remember it?", he said almost whispering.

He released my throat ever so slightly for me to speak freely.

"Red", I said quickly, gasping for air.

"Good girl, I'm happy you didn't forget. Fuck, you have no idea how much I've wanted to have you like this all these months ago, vulnerable and all to myself."

I was craving his taste and I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped my lips when he finally obliged and kissed me. I didn't care who heard, that was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.

As he moved down towards my neck, I felt embarrassed of any remnants of tears that were still on my skin. Instead, he licked every bit of blood that was left behind.

I started moving one hand from his back towards his cock, wanting to feel him get harder against my touch.

"Eager?", he said, stopping for a second. He grabbed my hand and pinned it against the tree, as I ran my nails down his back in protest. He enjoyed that, hearing a soft groan against my skin.

His knee was slowly edging against my thigh, and finding its way in between my legs. Giving me some support and a surface to grind against.

As I felt the pressure of his thigh against me, he bit me hard on my neck. His teeth coming close to breaking skin. It was painful, but that only added to my need for him.

"Harder", I moaned, even surprising myself.

I wanted him to draw blood. 

Toby stopped for a moment, looking at me and grinning. Without hesitating, he went back to my neck, biting me hard enough to let out a small stream of blood. I screamed from the pain, but I didn't want him to stop. He moved his hand to my mouth, muffling my screams.

I heard him chuckling, a low, deep sound almost evil. He licked the blood, giving me goosebumps at the feeling of his tongue.

"You know we're in the middle of the woods, scream again and I will punish you", I wanted to obey him, not because he was right, but because his demanding voice was enough to make my legs weak. I knew he would keep me safe, he wouldn't be doing this here if he sensed someone or something nearby.

Maybe one day I would have heightened senses like him, for now, I was going to enjoy his protection.

"Yes", I gulped.

"Yes what, Y/N?", he said looking me straight in the eyes.

"Yes, sir", I said against his hand.

"Good", he said with a half smirk, as he started pulling my hoodie off from the hem. I wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, not even a bra. Thinking that I would wash them both back at the house I decided to just wear his hoodie. Toby wasn't expecting me to be topless, and the flashing glint in his eyes told me he liked the surprise.

He pulled out a pocket knife, its blade shining with the moonlight, sharp enough to cut the tree behind me. He started running down the dull side of the blade against my skin, going from my jawline towards my belly button and down to the hem of my jeans. The cold of the steel against my skin made every nerve ending being touched feel like they were in extasis.

Once again, placing it on the other side of my neck and slowly moving it down my body, he started abusing the spot where he had bit me. Drawing more blood in the process, sucking and licking it.

My senses were in overdrive, but I craved more.

He got on his knees and helped me take off my jeans. Toby lifted my right leg over his shoulder, and using my own wetness as lubrication, he started rubbing against my clit with his thumb. The stimulation was soon too much, and I felt my legs getting weaker, as he found the way to rub me that made my breathing hitch.

Toby then slid two fingers inside of me, while he continued abusing my clit with his tongue. I felt myself coming closer to the edge, and I became a moaning mess.

But he was not going to let me orgasm so easily.

"Look at you, all wet for me, you like it don't you? Knowing how I could kill you so easily, it turns you on", he said mockingly while he continued fingering me slowly.

"I-", I couldn't think straight to form a whole sentence, my eagerness to orgasm was too much.

"You what? Finish the fucking sentence, love". I tried moving to find some release, but he kept my waist in place.

"I- I need to feel you inside of me, please...", I begged.

He stood up, towering over me and looking me down with a smirk. Without saying a word he unbuttoned his pants, and removed his hoodie and shirt. With the moonlight the shadows marked his muscles, the veins in his arms and the numerous scars that adorned his body.

And I wanted to lick every one of those scars.

I couldn't help myself but stare and imagine how his cock would feel filling me up completely.

I reached out, grabbing his length and moving my hand back and forth. My touch made Toby rest his forehead on my shoulder, and I could hear his breaths getting heavier.

Kneeling on the ground, I licked his dick from the base all the way up to the tip before taking it inside my mouth. Bobbing my head and licking, I could feel him getting even harder, as he closed his hands into fists and tensed the muscles of his arms, a few drops of precum letting me know that I was doing a good job.

He grabbed me by the arms, and pushed me hard against the tree behind me.

"Here, put my hoodie on", he said hurriedly as he lifted my legs to straddle him. I obeyed once again, not wanting to get scratched.

"Beg", he said, pulling out the knife once again and placing it gently, but dangerously against my neck.

I knew it was dangerous, I knew better, and still I asked for more.

"Cut me"

His face was stern, and I was worried I had gone too far. Instead, Toby moved the blade down towards my shoulder, carefully, moving away the unzipped hoodie. I felt the sting of the cut in my skin, just deep enough for blood to start coming out. Putting away the knife he started licking the drips of blood coming down my arm and chest.

"God fuck, Toby, fuck me", I begged, I didn't care if I sounded desperate. I needed him now, inside of me.

"My pleasure, love", he said, still licking the blood off my shoulder he thrusted his dick inside of me. I felt my pussy stretch around him, making me feel full with his cock.

I was once again a moaning mess under him and he had to muffle my moans by kissing me deeply and messily. He let me orgasm, finally, making me feel ecstatic after he edged me all this time. I didn't want to ever leave this high. 

I moved down my lips and started kissing him on his neck, turning my kisses into bites just like he had done to me. He let out a deep groan as I bit him hard enough to taste blood. The pain only made him thrust harder into me.

"Turn around", he demanded. Happy to obey, I changed positions and turned my back to him. His hands grabbed my butt, keeping me steady. His hands were heavy and his grab was going to give me bruises. 

As his movements became sloppier I knew he was close, and I wanted more than anything for him to cum inside.

He grunted as I felt the warm liquid inside of me, filling me and making me drip.

Toby looked me in the eye smiling, and put a few strands of my hair behind my ear before giving me a soft kiss on my lips.

"Let's go love, with how loud we were I wouldn't be surprised if the whole forest knows we were fucking by now", his voice was sweet, but he also seemed a bit concerned.

"Classy", I pushed him off of me laughing. We got clothed quickly, and finished walking the rest of the way to his cabin. I couldn't help myself from acting giddy, and I could tell Toby was in a better mood too.

"You're sloppy by the way, you need to get better," he added when he saw my confused face "at killing."

"Seriously?"

"What? I was looking at y-you, it was kind of terrifying, and k-kind of a turn on to be honest" he said, raising an eyebrow at his last statement.

"What happened to the Toby that said he was a victim and stuff?"

"That's still t-true," he frowned, "but the person who you saw l-last is also me. I'm not two dimensional y-you know? I'm a serial killer-"

"With a soft spot?" I said, containing my laughter.

He shrugged, glaring at me.

"Still, it's h-hot seeing your girl k-kill someone so mercilessly", he said, going back to his cocky self.

"Your girl? Since when I'm your girl?", I couldn't help but tease him.

"I-, well, I t-thought...", his eyes widened, and his cockiness faltered for a moment.

I snorted.

"I guess you're gonna have to teach me then," I looked up at him, savoring the effect I had on him. The big bad monster, who was corrupting me and fucking me silly. It was kind of thrilling.

"Then I w-will take you next time," he said biting his lip slightly, "it should've b-been me who took you to y-your first job. Not him."

"Jealous, Toby?"

"He's an i-idiot", he was irritated, and I found that kind of cute.

"He is, he calls me kitten too-", as soon as I said it, I realized I shouldn't have.

"I'm gonna kill him, I swear-"

"Toby, don't be a dumbass."

"You're mine", he almost growled. He stopped walking, turning to me and holding my face sweetly, yet possessive, with his hands.

"I have the marks you gave me on my shoulder, my neck and all my body to prove I now belong to you," I said, noticing my neck was still tender to the touch.

'Toby's mark...', I felt stupid with how giddy that made me feel, and still I didn't care.

Toby rubbed the back of his neck, blushing, "yeah, I guess we went a bit overboard with the whole biting and knife play huh... I'll take care of you once we're back."