WARNINGS FOR GORE, VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH, NON/DUB CON and others i might forget. Either way please be careful reading and if you don't like this kind of thing. do not read for your own safety. I mean it.

Keith and Shiro are serial killers. They are not good people in this story. Nor should their behavior be taken as good. IF you are ok with reading all of that then have fun my fellow sick fuck.

EDIT: Soooo, Im going back and rewriting parts of this before I update it. IF you see this message that means that chapter has been rewritten.

Lights. There were Lights passing in between moments of darkness, barely all he could see from his current position. With sounds of tires hitting gravel roads, knocking the rocks into the metal. His head was spinning. His breathing still uneven. The only thing he could think of as the world came back to him was "not again…"

Lance was currently in a car, to be more specific, the trunk of a car. It seemed old, very rusty and rundown. With holes lining the hood of the trunk. Almost on its last leg if the sound the muffler was making is any indication. Did this guy find an old junk car just to fix it and ditch it?... How lucky for him he got a serial killer who can up cars specifically to be ditched and untraceable! How lucky to wake up bound and gagged in a smelly car. At Least the rusted out holes provided a small window where he could see the trees and lights as they drove on the probably old felt some of the bumps and dips in it as they drove alone. Fainting hearing the radio inside the cabin. Smooth jazz. Of course the bastard liked jazz. Lance wondered if he should just try to escape...with enough force surely the trunk would open. Just roll out and hop to the nearest phone booth because those were still around right?...ok no he wasn't getting out of this and now..

now there was no more light coming from the holes. Well not counting moonlight which meant that they were no longer on the road. He didn't hear gravel hitting it anymore. "Must have found the dirt road they were looking for." He thought to himself sighing as well as he could through the duct tape on his mouth. Not that it allowed for much, most air flew from his nose which only knocked dust up. It smelt horrible to the point he has to roll over from his side to his back. He hoped this was over soon.

Sure most people would be afraid, Death was near given at this point after all!...A small part of him wished he were more afraid of dying. Part of him wished for it with his entire being actually. But no. No no no. Here he laid in comfort knowing that death wouldn't be the end for him. If you were to ask Lance at this point in his life he would honestly tell you he didn't believe it was truly the end for anyone really. In his….long life he has seen many of things that proved people could be reborn or live on in the hearts of others. Death was not an end for anyone. Just a restart. And for him well Death was a very old friend.

Wait.

They've stopped now.

Light.

A light has caught his eyes from the rust windows just before the trunk was wrenched opened. There...Barely illuminated by the lamp loosely hanging on his hip, there stood his soon to be killer. The person who would take his life away without any moral dilemma. His killer had a mullet… what the fuck? They didn't acknowledge that Lance was awake and simply grabbed where the ropes were around his chest and hauled him up. Lance couldn't help but frown as he was pulled out from the trunk too fast for his liking, and made to awkwardly stand with no time to adjust. It left him feeling a bit dizzy. It was incredibly hard with his feet tied together, and he was still very disoriented from this whole event. 'Couldn't my killer be a bit nicer? Jeez..' he was placed against a tree which helped keep him up right. He was thankful for that much. Once again he debated hopping away. Like last time though that thought was quickly squashed. Instead he watched his killer root through their trunk for more supplies, Lance got a good look at him now. Black leather jacket with a hint of red trim which was probably easy to clean after murdering someone… He had matching pants and gloves to go with it. Also probably easy to clean after MURDERING someone. And ,of course!, a mask that covered half his face. Worst of all though..Worst of all was that horrible mullet he first noticed.. Lance could barely make it out in the dark yet it was clearly there as his hair was shiner then the clothes, which to be fair he assumes his killer is probably going burn the clothes after this. Or is very good at cleaning them.

It was only once everything was gathered and placed neatly in a bag, that the killer actually looked towards Lance. Looked at him up and down. Squinting at him for a solid minute before finally asking "Ok, I give….Why aren't you screaming or fighting?" He stood there, a bag over his shoulder, hand on his hip just glaring like Lance ruined HIS evening plans. 'Oh sorry mr killer did i ruin a big date because I'm not giving you more excitement in MURDERING ME?' he couldn't say much with the duct tape over his mouth so Lance just shrugged. He didn't have to share his secret with this 't have to tell him why fear was the farthest thing from his mind. After all they'd never see each other again after this so he doesn't care. Another pause before the killed offered his own srugg and a huffed "Whatever." they leaned down to cut his feet free " Just start walking. I got a special spot for you beautiful. Picked it out just for you." Lance didn't see much point in starting to struggle now so he just did as he was told walking further into the woods with his killer guiding him.

The walking? Felt like hours. His feet were already hurting from how overworked he'd been lately and now traversing over rocks and twigs and everything in his work shoes? fuck he'd say days if it wasn't still night out that's how bad his feet hurt at this point... though he caught scent of morning dew forming. Could be around 3 or 4 am given the moisture in the air. Or maybe it was just a stream nearby making him feel morning mist early. It distracted him from his pain enough that FINALLY the killer stopped him and shoved him down to his knees "That's enough." His killer said putting a gun to the back of his head. Lance just rolled his eyes,not that they could see anyway. A gun to his head just to make sure he didn't run. Not that he was likely to at this point. He had several chances and purposely avoided them. The 'lovely' killer reached over and ripped the duct tape off his mouth super fast like the bastard he was. Lance hissed wishing his hands were free to rub his sour lips. "Wow! Rude could of at least given me a warning! Jesus, man what's your problem? Ah damn" that fucking hurt.

His killer shook his head a small laugh in his words as he said "I'm about to kill you. And, and you ask what my problem is? Man, you're a weird victim…."

"You knooooooow you could always let me go-

"Not gonna happen dude. A for effort."

"Well I can always say I tried."

Don't ask Lance why but they looked very annoyed at that reply and glared down at Lance. Before Lance could react his killer had kicked him, in the ear!, to the ground. "Scream! Beg for you life DO SOMETHING! You're the worst! God, months of stalking you. Planning this. You you seemed so perfect.. Ya know.. I'm glad I got to you before takashi You'd probably bore him to death before he could have his fun!" he yelled out rubbing his hand to his head.

Lance's ears were currently ringing from the kick that he didn't catch what they said only spit out a small bit of blood "Fuck! That's gonna cost a pretty penny to fix. Don't do that again please?" he jokingly begged as he noticed the fallen tooth. Boy did that make his killer laugh...a bit manically "wow." they said trying to breath from it. " Maybe you're not a lost cause. Smile for the camera and beg more." a flash. A polaroid? His killer..who knocked him out...tied him up..drove god knows how many fucking miles from the city….took a polaroid picture of him...Lance took a look at it closer and did notice it was digital polaroid not an older version….BUT STILL. He did smile though for his picture "Might as well look damn good as I'm being murdered~"

"Ya know what Beautiful. I might say you're growing on me. Flirting in a time like this? Might give you your own album instead of putting you in with the others. Almost deserve to be remembered as something special. Cause ooh you are." His killer leaned down, a soft gloved hand on his cheek was soothing for the moment….if it didn't immediately proceed to grab his hair and yank him back up to his knees. " Now comes the best part." A chilling tone.

That made Lance's gut fall, It was a very unexpected response. He hadn't felt fear in a while. "You're not going to kill me quick and painlessly are you? Even if i say pretty pretty please with a sundae with whip cream and a cherry on top? "

They grinned, only noticeable by the way the mask stretched on their face and the way creases showed near their eyes. " Oh no. We're going to enjoy every second of killing you beautiful. Marking that dark skin of yours as ours. When...heh heh...if. They find you, oh and they won't beautiful. The animals will have picked you bare bones and they might not even leave those. Buuuuuut If they find you. They'll know you died as slowly as possible. As drawn out as I can have my fun" they nearly purred into his ears. Giving no time for Lance to process his words the next thing Lance knew was his shirt,and subsequently the rope around his chest, was cut right down the middle, leaving a small line where the blade almost cut too deep into him.

Lance still couldn't find it in him to panic too much, Though he was a bit shocked at the force from the cut. He struggled more,... not for the reasons his killer would think he would. All Lance was hoping to go was to get his killer to mess up and kill him faster for this to be over with! Whether he messed up or if he just got annoyed. Lance didn't care. He didn't want to have to deal with this. He had work in the morning and being knocked out didn't count as sleep. He struggled leaning towards the knife and played up the theatrics for his killer "No! Stop! Just kill me quickly! Please!"

"Mmm I like the panic in your voice beautiful. The way terror lights up those eyes." well it was more annoyance but Lance wasn't going to tell him that. Another snap of their camera went off. "Pose for me~" they demanded.

Lance tried to snake away, kicking and pushing. Maybe a bit of chase would push this along faster. "Fuck. if you let me go you will never see or hear from me again i swe-

A sickening slick ran through the forest,his sentence unfinished as more blood came from his mouth with a cough "fuck fuck…" Lance's voice shuttered as he saw his gut leaking out, the area just below his belly button, torn wide open. He looked down eyes widened. This was new to him. He saw his organs moving like worms almost. Twitching. Bloody. The killer laughed using Lance's surprized stillness to stick their hand into the open wound causing Lance to bend backwards in pain. Tears in his eyes. He couldn't even scream he was in such shock. Only gasping for air like a fish before yelling " no no no" he repeated feeling their hands squeeze his intestines pulling them from further their place. "Oh god please stop end this!" he begged for real this time. He didn't expect a hand inside of him! If he was going to have a hand inside of him he'd prefer the other kind...NOT THE TIME his brain scream more were pulled out. And the knife came back cutting from just under his breast down to the first cut. Exposing his muscles and ribs and god Lance felt so woozy. He felt tears down his face now.

The killer let out a small moan, as if getting off on this sick action. Lance dared to look at him and they...they were they were…... His killer messed with and moved around his organs, like a baker kneading dough almost. Flashes of camera here or there to capture every bit. It got harder for Lance to breath, body convulsing. Losing too much blood. He heaved out more blood from his mouth. "Take me…" he whispered to the sleep he wanted so desperately. A sudden slap kept him awake, rushing his mind back to awareness. A bloody handprint, a gloved print, on his cheek. " Stay awake beautiful. We're not done yet. Almost. Keep being good and then I'll let you sleep." His killer purred more as he unzipped his own pants. He was hard from this...Hard with a red leaking tip. God Lance hated how his attention was drawn there. This was wrong..he'd never..oh god. His killer wrapped his intestine around himself..and oh god he felt it. Felt the thrusting. He shouldn't be able to feel this.

Lance was losing his energy to care. It was fading along with the effect of the slap. Tiredness seeped into every part of him. His body had never been used like this before. and a part of him...a sick part he didn't know he had..enjoyed it. Enjoyed how the killer grabbed his intestines, wrapped them around himself and fucked them slowly. Almost making love to him in the most fucked up way. He moaned at the pulling, the paint, the haziness of his brain...He thought "what in the ever loving fuck wrong with me?" 'a lot' a silent voice answered... he gasped as they moved to the hole opened in his abdomen fucking it like it was meant to be used that way. As if there was no other way to use that part of his body any more. Lance wasn't sure when his legs wrapped around his killer or when he began to beg for more. All he knew is when they came they covered his entire upper torso and inside him. Tainted him. He knew he came too. Disgusted with himself. Black edged around his vision.

"Mmmm that was amazing beautiful. One of the best I've ever had. And i've had quite few. And oooh I cannot wait to brag to him that I got you first. He'll be so jealous. Sleep now beautiful. You've earned it. Sweet dreams."

The last thing Lance saw before his eye began to shut was the very breaking of dawn. Last thing he heard was birds chirping saying good morning. Lance smiled at the strange serenity around him and let himself fall into blissful sleep.

Dawn had come fully now, as did an alarm on a bedside clock. An arm reached out to smack the alarm groaning from lack of a peaceful sleep. Afterall hard to sleep when you were killed only a couple moments ago. Lance sat up. Eyes heavy with stress and the need to sleep. But otherwise? He was perfectly find. Alive and well and breathing with no trouble. And it wasn't a dream by any means. See Lance….couldn't die. He groaned to himself as his phone alarm went off then reminding him he had work! " Work...uugh why couldn't I have been killed on one of my days off? Should of scheduled it in advance" Lance muttered finally getting out of bed and ready for his morning ritual. A long shower that felt overdue,a pore wash, his moisturizer, brush teeth, dressed in uniform and ready for another day working in the hell that was retail. Was it too late to find his killer again?

How does he always end up in these situations?

"Never date a witch" he advised himself,even if it was several years late he could avoid doing it again, as he grabbed some toaster breakfast waffles and his car keys before rushing out to try to avoid the morning traffic. He never could. He knew. Didn't stop his valiant daily effort! Work. He had to get to work before his boss yelled at him, well sternly talked to him. Coran never yelled. The man had the patience of a saint. Though weirdly was alway ready to throw down if need be. It warmed his heart to know he always had a friend like that to count on. Lance has been alive a very long time. He'd met countless people from all walks of life and he himself has lived all walks of life.. He went from a simple farmer boy in Cuba who couldn't speak a single lick of english to a now now over 400 something plus years old who did whatever felt right at the time. He currently lives a pretty cozy life. Of course living as long as he has he's never aged but he's 'died' several times in several ways. Being burnt alive, beheaded. Etc. He's lived through it all, well almost it all last night has been a surprize.

It was a pretty simple story if he broke it down. It had all started with a witch. Whom he loved dearly even knowing what she was at the time. Lance loved her more than anything in the world. He didn't want to complicate things. He loved her, she loved him. It was nice, blissful even. Then she asked to make him well what she still ended up making him anyway. Witches were immortal by nature. She just didn't want their time to end. He knew that but Lance refused of course! He wanted to be human. To grow old and have a family and die in her arms. He lovingly asked her to just enjoy the time they had together. To not worry. They had a long beaut...wonderful life waiting for them. Maybe a family, maybe kids and their own land property. She let it drop for the moment. He knew she was stubborn. They had a happy 6 years together, teen love into adult love. He was going to propose but...but then the worst nightmare he could have imagined at the time happened.

She had been found out by the town...she was taken to be hung or burned. They hadn't decided by the time Lance learned what had happened. He only just returned from the trade market one town over. Lance's first instinct was to go to her, trying to get her free, and to run away with him. She was shackled to the prison walls. Bloody and beaten already dressed in the same white dress they always forced on witches. His heart broke as he called out to her but her eyes held only scorn and anger. She cursed at him. Claiming he was the one who outed her to the town. He was the one to betray her and sign her death warrant. He hadn't done such a thing would never do such a thing.. Lance broke the door with leverage, tried desperately to break the chains. Even trying to save her and she still turned him away, telling him to leave and she didn't want to see him. Guards came and he cried as he ran. Wishing things were different..

Before they hung her she cursed him. Broken, betrayed eyes glared into his eyes from where he stood in the crowd. She yelled her last words, her last words were curse on him. The last thing she knew he'd ever want "FOREVER SHALL YOU LIVE, UNABLE TO DIE- She fell from the ropes then, instant death. Lance still had nightmares from the sickening crack from her neck. A year passed from then. He thought at first since she was unable to finish the curse that it didn't work. No curse right? He didn't know then that all she had succeeded in doing was not giving a clause to break the curse.

Lance had tried several times to have his curse removed. He's met many people from scientist, to cultist, to you name it! No one could help him. It felt hopeless for a long time. Just wondering and exploring to learn all he could. Maybe he'd figure something out. He did learn a lot. He found reincarnation is real as fuck since he's met people several times. Always different but also always the same. They never remembered him. Sometimes they would say they felt drawn to him and hey it was kind of a challenge to make the same friends over and over again. It didn't always work out. Lance found it helped the loneliness.

The biggest surprise came in his 170th year of being alive. He was in Russia. Part of the famous ballet about to perform for royal family themselves. A woman came back stage to wish them well. She was obviously wealthy and he heard them talking about her being their sponsor. When she turned to great the dancers their eyes met and both gasped. It was Allura. His first love.. The witch who had original cursed him. Sadly she, despite remembering, no longer was a witch. She told him quietly when they parted from the group. She had long since given up the craft. Felt so guilty for what she had done and in turn her powers destroyed themselves in her first life after being hung. She too thought maybe perhaps the curse hadn't gone through with her words unfinished. Of course meeting Lance again she knew her fears were confirmed. She apologised endlessly which lead to them becoming friends again at least. They had a good life there for a while being close friends and lovers of the ballet. And of course they kept Meeting over and over again in other lives after. Currently in this time she was a fancy smancy lawyer for the city he lived in. They still talked sometimes.

If he was honest. Other then a few things here and there the curse didn't affect his life too much. Constantly moving around was a bummer but it wasn't hard. He did hate the bad parts. How he'd never grow old. Or how many times he's been killed accidentally or purposely only to wake up every morning in the last bed he slept in. As if nothing happened to him at all. Nothing and sure sometimes they left scars if the wound was traumatic enough. Like last night. He now had a new scar, red as if just barely healed shut where he had been cut open and gutted like an animal. Lance blushed when the full memory came back, he couldn't' believe that he let himself be overtaken by the moment and enjoy it! It was utterly humiliating to think back on. He came! To someone gutting him and fucking said guts! He shivered.

"To be fair after so many years it's amazing I've only now been taken by a serial killer not an accident or angry mob like in the past." Lance just hummed to himself after that. His brain finally focusing on the present. His present being that he was at work and ready to put yesterday behind him. Locked in a box in the deepest parts of his psyche never to be heard from again. Parking his car and ready to start his day. Once inside Lance got settled into his work. Started by stocking the empty parts of the shelves and checking inventory to see what needed to be ordered. He worked in the electronics department of this store. And he praised his lucky stars when he caught sight of the newly posted schedule for the month where his day off was tomorrow. "A day to sort out these thoughts would be appreciated." or a day to ignore them really. Work was probably what he needed right now. A distraction that he could put himself into entirely. Sure, He had a lot of money which meant he didn't need to work but he tried living that rich boy do nothing life and it was boring as all hell. Even with exotic parties or constant dare deviling without true fear of dying there was no real point to the living on the edge lifestyle. Though he did enjoy just doing from a plane, bungee jumping, mountain climbing. Etc. All that fun came from the people he hung out with. Even if shallow and fake as some of them were. The fast remained Lance was a people person. And In retail he met a lot of interesting , albeit sometimes very rude, people. He felt less alone in a way seeing all the people come into the store.

but

It was getting harder to feel less alone as the years went on. And for some reason this made his mind go back to his mystery killer. How their hands felt, how they commanded him. Controlled him. Lance felt in the most fucked up way ever in the history of mankind. He felt SAFE with his killer. The person who actually cut him open and…. He shuttered trying to break away from that line of thinking quickly and focus back on his work. Had to make sure nothing was broken from being mishandled, had to help take locked up electronics to front or load an old lady buying a way to big tv's car. Something. Anything but NOT thinking about someone who raped, violently he might add, and murdered him! It lingered in the back of his mind despite his best efforts. Clinging on like a leech

"Whats wrong with me…" Lance sighed.. 'A lot' that voice answered again.

All the while he didn't notice eyes following his movements.

Eyes that belonged to a tall man lurking outside, sipping coffee looking like a man trying to take nothign but a long break from hard work. Blending in without question. His hair short, undercut, small tuft of white bleeding into black hidden under his uniform hat. No. No one would question him loitering there. No one questions the police. But those hungry eyes never left their target, and there was a grin hidden behind the styrofoam coffee cup. " Tonight" The man affirmed to himself. " Tonight I'll take you my kitten before he gets his greasy hands on you."