This chapter: Character death, blood, and a sexual situation(though nothing is described)


They tell him all throughout his life: stay away from the bad boys and girls, the ones who will lure you into the dark and corrupt you.

He has no reason to disobey, so he heeds their words and stays the path of a "good boy." Granted, they don't know he has already fallen from "good boy" into very bad boy territory. He let's them think he is as pure and happy as he was as a baby.

He is a demon on the inside.

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The first time he sees Mathias with his sleek leather jacket and wild hair and cocky smile, he thinks of all that has been forced into his head. Don't trust them, don't fall for them, run before you're caught like the fly in the spider's web. He knows that they think he would be the fly and Mathias—the bad boy—the spider.

They are wrong.

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It isn't love at first sight but fascination, a want to step into the others shoes and taste the life he leads.

Mathias is a troublemaker when he wants to be. He pays attention when things interest him and lets it be known when something doesn't manage to catch his interest. He's seen with girls and boys alike, and that smile on his face promises a good time.

He doesn't know what he's getting himself into when he sees Alfred for the first time.

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As it is he doesn't so much as see Alfred than notice him. Mathias is popular, charming and persuasive, and is accomplished at getting to know the faces and lives of those around him.

How he has missed this face is a crime.

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He first sees the boy walking out of some building he's never been in. The campus at their college is scarce of people, as the holiday's roll around and people return home(or party, as he himself has been doing). It's by chance that he turns his head, laughing at his buddy's crude joke, and catches sight of the blond. The laughter dies from his lips and all sounds fade, replaced by the frantic beating of his heart. His mind blanks save for that boy in all the positions Mathias has tried and ones he hasn't managed to wrestle anyone into yet.

He stares until the boy looks over and smiles at him. There is no mistaking the meaning of that smile. It is a challenge, a signal to try and take me, you will have a fight ahead of you.

Mathias has suddenly never wanted anything more in his life.

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Alfred smiles at Mathias and thinks about how easy it will be to get what he wants. He didn't even need to speak to the boy to become an interest to him.

Alfred knows he's trapped Mathias when he feels the boy's eyes on him as he leaves the library and heads to his off campus apartment. He hums to himself and thinks the flies stupid to fall into the spider's trap. Though he is grateful it works on young men all the same.

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It's not an obsession but it comes close. Mathias can only think of the boy he saw, his light hair and slight build. He hadn't gotten a very good look because they'd seen at each other across a wide expanse of open area between buildings, but what he did see is engraved in his brain. He asks around but, to his dismay, no one he knows also knows the mysterious boy.

Mathias was almost beginning to believe he'd imagined the whole thing when he runs into the boy again.

He is stunned because though they had not actually run into each other, that boy is looking at him with wide blue eyes and Mathias is speechless in their presence. He thinks he sees the boy smile but those eyes enrapture him.

The boy walks away, giving a little wave, and Mathias is coherent enough to wave back. Once the boy disappears around a corner Mathias comes back to himself and realizes he didn't get a name, or a number. He weighs the pros and cons of going after the boy and decides to risk it.

When he turns the same corner, the boy is no where to be seen.

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For the next two weeks Alfred keeps up his teasing. If he is to get what he wants he will need Mathias thoroughly taken with him. And, as he can clearly see, that will not be a problem.

He doesn't know how much longer he can keep Mathias guessing, so he let's his mind wander while he tries to do homework and agrees to himself that he'll finally confront Mathias tomorrow.

He is looking forward to the exchange.

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Mathias is a wreck those two weeks.

He abandons his friends in favor of looking for the boy now plaguing his dreams, his thoughts, his fantasies. All he can think about is centered around blond hair so very brilliant in the sun and poisonous blue eyes.

On the one day he tries to not think about his obsession(there's no kidding himself now), he meets the boy again.

There is no one around and the boy has a small, polite smile on his face. Mathias realizes he is staring(rather rudely, with a dumb expression on his face)and quickly let's an easy smile slip into place. The boy blushes but his smile widens.

"Hey," the boy says, and Mathias's knees go weak.

Stuffing his hands in his pockets Mathias turns his smile into a grin. "Hey," he greets back, "Look, I...uh..." Mathias panics as his mind draws a blank. He is comfortable asking people out because he knows those relationships will only include a quick date and sex. There are no strings attached since he makes sure to cut them in the morning, but this situation does not fall into that category. He does not want one night with this boy, he wants many nights, and mornings, and days where they can do whatever it is young couples in love do.

He should be shocked to think "love" and not a less intense word, but that is the only one that fits so he doesn't question it.

"Do you want to get some lunch, or something? My name's Alfred, by the way." The boy says and Mathias is thankful he filled the silence.

"I would want nothing more. I'm Mathias," he says and holds his hand out to shake Alfred's. When their hands touch Mathias never wants to let go.

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Lunch is only the beginning.

They fit better than Mathias could have thought. He learns much about Alfred from their dates and his head spins in euphoria when they kiss for the first time.

Though he had wanted to actually be with Alfred in a romantic way, he doesn't hide the fact that he is very much interest in a sexual relationship as well. Alfred notices and teases him every chance he gets, and Mathias knows this man will be the death of him.

Alfred is the death of him.

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It is after an unusually intense bout of rough sex that Alfred let's his true intentions be known. Mathias is still above him, still in him and trembling from the after effects of orgasm. Alfred strokes the sides of Mathias's face and knows the man is too weak to put up a fight. This will be easy and so very satisfying.

He gently switches their positions until he is on top, straddling Mathias's thighs. Mathias makes the mistake of closing his eyes, a content smile on his face. Alfred reaches under the pillow and pulls out a knife.

He doesn't make a habit of playing with his victims, and really does dislike when they make too much noise. He waits only for Mathias to open his eyes before striking. There is an immense amount of fear and horror on his face before he tries, in vain, to lift his arms to stop Alfred. But Alfred himself is not weak and easily stabs the knife right into Mathias's throat.

There is a gurgle and a sickening squelching noise, and Alfred revels in it. Mathias is dead before Alfred's heart beat returns to normal.

Alfred watches, feral smile on his face and absolute pleasure in his eyes, as Mathias's blood pools around his head and neck and stains the sheets, though it is impossible to tell since they are already red. He is smart and has done his homework.

He leans down to press a lingering kiss to Mathias's cold lips, transferring the blood bubbling out of Mathias's mouth onto his own. He licks it away with a hum and gets up, stretching until something pops. He goes to get his camera and wastes the night away having his fun.

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By morning the body is dealt with and all evidence burned and thrown away in a trash bag in the shared dumpster in the alley. What little possessions he had displayed are packed in his car.

He doesn't worry about the college because he doesn't go there. He doesn't worry about the apartment because he did not use his given name. He doesn't worry because he has done this many times already and has no plans of stopping.

He leaves and does not look back.


I was originally going to make this a one shot but I think I'll include some other boys as well, like Ivan and Arthur and Sadiq, maybe Cuba or Netherlands as well. Each boy will allow a look into Alfred's psychotic past and what made him a serial killer.

I've always liked crazy Alfred, anyone else?