Title- A Smexy Predator
Author- OroKabuLover
Rating- M
Author's Note- I was actually surprised by how many views and reviews I got on the first chapter. Here is some more, I can assure you, there will be more. I have been very busy lately with school, if you want, check me out on tumblr. .com
Sasha sat up in the bed, stretching her arms up over her head as she yawned loudly.
She hopped out of the bed and began to make it, smiling as she saw the black fedora sitting on the small bedside table along with the long-stemmed red rose.
It had been nearly two weeks since her encounter with Smexy, she had yet to see him or hear from him, even though he said they would see one another again.
The rose's beauty always astounded her, it had been 13 days, and yet the rose was still as stunning as the day she received it, it hadn't wilted, it hadn't lost it's luster or beauty.
Sasha sat on the bed and smiled as she picked it up, being careful of the thorns, as she had pricked herself a few times on them already. The scent of the rose was just as strong as the day she got it from him.
It bothered Slenderman, He knew he wouldn't come back for her, he never did. His uncle would leave them with promises of returning, and never would fulfill them.
He knew she would react horribly, as she would sit around the house, waiting for him to come back, not wanting to leave the house, afraid Smexy would return while she was gone.
He walked into her room, his black polished shoes clacked against the hardwood of the home.
"It's Sunday, will you be joining me on my walk this week?" He asked, Sasha had always gone on His weekly walks, once Smexy came into the picture though, she stopped.
He watched as she shook her head.
"No, I need to take a shower and get dressed still," she said, wanting to make up an excuse other than waiting for him to show up.
"I can wait," Slender said, knowing that wasn't the real reason.
She looked down at the ground and shook her head.
"It's fine," she said, looking up at Him, His head almost touching the top of the doorway.
"Okay then," He said as He walked down the hallway and left the home, closing the door behind Him, locking it.
She sighed as she set the rose down. Slender had tried to persuade her to throw it away, to get rid of it, and to move on, she would always shake her head and say that she couldn't do it.
Sasha smiled as she went over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a light blue tee shirt before walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Slenderman sighed as He sat down on his usual spot, a large tree that had fallen over, creating a nice place to sit down and clear His head.
He had been more tired lately, usually only having to sleep every five or six days, but now, He was sleeping every day. Instead of His usual few hours of rest, He now rested for eight or nine hours, Sasha often getting up before Him now.
He was wondering if He was getting sick, no, His kind don't get sick.
An injury perhaps? No. He would have felt pain surely by now if He had hurt Himself in some way.
Or was it natural? Like how Humans seem to be more tired and groggy in the wintertimes.
The leaves had already turned colors and had fallen, leaving the trees bare now, and the ground covered in brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows.
He didn't mind though, it used to annoy Him, the sound of the leaves crunching under His shoes, now He had found that He enjoyed the sound, it reminded Him of bones crunching, the twigs reminded Him of the sound bones made when they were snapped, the red leaves that covered the ground reminded Him of blood.
Yes.
This was His favorite time of the year.
But soon enough, the snow would fall, covering up the red that He so much liked, covering it with white.
He didn't mind white.
It was pure and perfect.
It was harder to blend into though, as His dark colored suit would stand out even more, therefore, He waited until darkness fell to go out.
The only thing that made the snow better, was when crimson red blood stained it.
It was definitely a sight that He enjoyed. The red staining the snow just like it stained His pale skin.
Sasha stepped out of the shower once she was done, pulling the shower curtain closed behind her. She quickly got dressed and brushed her wet hair, taking all of the tangles out of it slowly.
She went into the hallway, holding her towel and her pajamas. Sasha smiled to herself as she put them into the washing machine before returning to her room, sitting on the bed and looking at the hat he had left for her.
The hat was slowly lifted off of the table and placed on top of her head. She loved the hat. She wondered if he would miss his hat, or if he had replaced it with another one, it didn't really matter to her.
She sat patiently, waiting for him to come back for her, just like she had for the past twelve days.
Slenderman leaned up against a tree, feeling tired once again. He felt sleep slowly creeping through Him, trying to pull Him from reality and into a different reality, the reality of dreams.
He liked dreams, they were nice, He could do whatever He wanted to in them. He never understood why Sasha had nightmares sometimes, could she not control her dreams like He could?
He would lay there in His massive bed, awakened once He heard her feet touch the ground beside her bed. He would listen as she would slowly open the door up and walk into the hallway before pushing His door open a bit, making sure He was even home. He would sit up and nod at her, letting her know that she could come in.
She always smiled and closed the door behind her before hopping into the bed with Him. He would lie back down and pull the covers up over Himself once again before He would hear her almost silent thank you.
His head snapped up, having almost fallen asleep. He sighed and stood up, shaking His head quickly, trying to wake Himself up. He decided to walk around some more, to get His blood moving.
Twigs snapped and leaves crunched as He walked around, only to stop as He felt an odd sensation overtake Him. His whole body tingled, similar to when Sasha would sit on His lap for prolonged amounts of time and would cut off the circulation, but it didn't hurt or feel weird when he opened and closed His hands.
His vision blurred immensely, as if He was looking through heavy smoke. He put an arm out, gripping onto a tree trunk to steady Himself as He felt dizzy suddenly, as if the forest were spinning around Him.
He slowly walked on, trying not to fall, His vision blacked out and would come back randomly.
He suddenly felt... Hungry.
But not for death or souls, no, this was a new type of hunger. A type He had never experienced before. He rubbed His forehead as He felt His body heating up, even though it was only 47 degrees outside, it felt like it was 100 degrees to Him.
He tugged at His tie, wondering if perhaps He had tied it too tightly that morning, and was the cause of all of this, but His tie was loose, not even pressed against His neck.
He quickly unbuttoned His coal black jacket and took it off, which He only did when Sasha was cold, where He would remove His jacket and give it to her to stay warm.
He slung it over one arm, resting it in the crook of His elbow. It didn't seem to help though, in fact, it seemed to only make things worse.
He turned around and decided to head home instead, not wanting to pass out, afraid of who exactly would find Him.
He let out a sigh of relief once the home was in His sights. He quickly pulled His keys from His pocket, fumbling with them a few times before He got a good grip on the correct key.
It took Him several tries to get the key into the slot, furious with the key, He swung the door open harder than He meant to, as it slammed into the wall behind it, the doorknob creating a hole in the plaster.
Sasha ran down the hallway.
"My bad," He said, closing the door behind Him, being sure not to slam it.
"Are you okay?" She asked, "You aren't wearing your jacket."
"I just got a little warm," He said, His body feeling tingly once again as He slowly made His way to the hallway.
"Are you sure?" She asked, stopping Him before He could pass her. "You seem... Different."
"I'm just not feeling too good, I think I need to lie down for a while," He admitted as she nodded, watching Him walk down the hallway and into His room, closing the door behind Him.
He tossed the jacket onto His bed before lying down, His body still extremely hot.
He was tempted to get into the shower, as it had helped when He had headaches, but with as warm as He was feeling, He decided against the idea.
The room seemed to get hotter by the minute, despite the cool breeze that blew in from the window. He groaned as He sat up in the bed and began to unbutton His white dress shirt, His fingers fumbling on the buttons, not able to get a good grip on them.
He eventually got frustrated and just ripped the shirt off, causing small white buttons to go scattering across the room as He tossed the shirt onto the floor.
It didn't seem to help anything though.
"Hot?" A voice asked from the window. Slenderman looked up from His spot on the bed to find Smexy sitting in the window, long black boots dangling inside of the room.
He nodded slowly, not wanting to get dizzy once again. "You're getting hit hard," Smexy chuckled as he got down from the window, walking over to his nephew. "And it will only get worse."
Slender looked up at him.
"How can it possibly get worse?" He asked. Smexy smirked happily.
"Just trust me, it all starts off with exhaustion, being tired constantly for several weeks, then hunger sets in, you want to eat anything that gets in your sights, and since that group of boy scouters went missing, I am assuming that was your doing," Smexy said.
"I couldn't help myself," Slender replied.
"Then you get the dizziness and blurred vision, which I am assuming you have already endured, as you appeared very tipsy on your walk."
"You saw?" He asked, not really amused, His uncle nodded. "And yet you didn't do anything? You just watched!" He growled as He jumped up off of the bed.
"Then comes the agitation," Smexy said cooly, not paying attention to the angry being that stood less than 10 feet away from him, "which by the looks of how you slammed the door, you have already encountered. And who can forget the frustration, such as with your keys, the buttons on your shirt, and then now with me," Smexy smiled as Slenderman sat back down on the bed, trying to cool Himself down, the angrier He got, the hotter He got. "And this is only the beginning, it gets much, much worse."
"How so?" Slender asked, looking up at him, trying to calm down.
"Tingly sensations, odd hungers, and-"
"I've already had both of those," Slenderman interrupted.
"Oh, so you are further along in this than I thought."
"What exactly is 'this'?" Slender asked, finding His uncle to be useful for once.
"Oh? Your parents never explained this to you?" He asked as the being shook His head. "Leave it to my brother to forget to teach stuff like this, but then again, you went on your own early, which is uncom-"
"Just tell me what the hell is going on," Slenderman demanded, His hands curling up to form fists.
"To put it blatantly, it's mating season," he snickered, "my favorite time of the year."
"You're joking, right?" Slenderman asked, not really amused.
"Nope, happens every year," Smexy smiled, "and it appears this year is your first. That's the hardest, my first year was crazy, you'll get used to it eventually and will be able to control the side effects."
"You said it gets worse... How so?"
"Oh, right. Eventually you will stop sleeping all together, which is why you have been so exhausted later, your body is storing energy away to use for later on," he explained, "then while that is going on, the hunger will get stronger and stronger, basically driving you insane. It will completely overtake your mind, you won't be able to think about anything else but sex," Smexy smiled, "that's my favorite part."
"And to stop it?" He asked.
"There are two things you can do; first, you can ignore it, which is honestly the hardest choice to go with, as it will eat away at your mind, trying to break you and force you to give in, second, you could just give in to the urges and enjoy the ride," he said, "honestly, the second one is the better option."
Slender nodded and thought for a while. "Which one you choose, that's up to you."
"How long have you been watching me?"
"About three days now," Smexy admitted.
"And you haven't gone to see Sasha yet? She's expecting you," He hissed.
"I know, I wanted to be sure you were taken care of first, because this is going to be rough on you since this is your first year, once this is all over with, then I will go see her." Slenderman nodded, lying down in the bed, starting to cool off slightly. "Oh, and you may want to go to sleep, but since you are already experiencing the hunger and the tingles, don't fall asleep."
"Why not? It's obvious that my body needs the rest."
"No, it's your body and mind tricking you, once you fall asleep, you are basically giving in then," he said, "you might be like your father and sleepwalk..."
"Can we leave my father out of these types of conversations?" Smexy nodded.
"My bad," he chuckled. "Either way, good luck, you're going to need it."
"You aren't staying?" He asked, staring up at the ceiling, his fingers interlocked over his stomach.
"Hell no, I'm going through the same thing as you, I'm going home to do my thing," Smexy smirked.
"I don't need to know what you and Uncle Vendor do alone," Slenderman sighed.
"Hey, that was a rumor," Smexy snapped, trying to keep his voice low so Sasha wouldn't hear him.
"Was it?" Slender asked, lifting a non-existent eyebrow.
Smexy blushed darkly.
"I don't have to stand here and suffer through your ridicule, good luck," he chuckled before he vanished.
Slenderman sighed loudly, knowing this was going to be hard.