ɴᴏᴠᴏᴄᴀɪɴᴇ

— DEATH WOULD BE KINDER THAN HER TOUCH.

[inure1x1]

* psychopathxc.

Jace couldn’t began to explain what he was feeling when it came to Charlie, it was something so foreign to the male that in a lot of ways it freaked him out. To think a man that was scared of nothing, that could watch the life leave someone’s eyes, that can be described as a monster can be fearful of anything was ridiculous. but here he was completely terrified of the way this woman was making him feel. She managed to amplify any and every emotion that was even a little plausible for Jace and that in itself just showed how much power the brunette had over him. Jace had always been used to being in control of everything around him. Obviously there were things he let get out of control due to his personal preferences of cruel entertainment. Wanting to watch horror on peoples faces as he cut the ropes and watched them run, starting the chaos and the mayhem before taking back the control he so easily let go of. Then there was Charlie and everything he was realizing when it came to what she was making him feel. Maybe due to the fact that he didn’t know how to process these feelings he blamed her. He blamed her for the worry and the hurt he felt when she was taken, he blamed her for the sleepless nights, and the rage filled days. Jace had to put all those emotions somewhere so he threw them towards her. Call that toxic but wasn’t that what they were? 

He could very well be to blame for the emotions he felt, that made more sense but as he saw it he was perfectly fine without her. He was living a life without being tethered to anyone. Now he couldn’t see himself without Charlie, he couldn’t lose her because he’d be completely broken. It wasn’t the kind of broken he already clearly was. It wouldn’t be his mind that would be broken but something else entirely. Jace might’ve not liked the idea of being tied around someone’s finger but that was possibly exactly what he was when it came to Charlie. He’d kill for her, he’d come back for her, he’d die for her he had to. Jace would do anything for Charlie despite the fact that they threw jabs at each other any moment they could. That didn’t change the fact that in their own demented way, they cared about each other and in a lot of ways because of how twisted they were their need to be together was twice as toxic. 

Feeling her fingers snake between his he gripped onto her hand, the simple touch of her skin was weirdly satisfying for Jace. Call it him missing her or not but he didn’t want to let go of it. Now that he had her, he didn’t want to lose her again and he’d kill- no, he wouldn’t just kill who ever took her away from him but he’d rip them limb by limb. Making sure they were alive until the very end. He’d make sure they’d experience the lowest pits of hell while still alive on Earth with him. “Shut the fuck up.” He snapped back, “I’m here now.” There was a slight change of tone in his voice when he said he was there now, as if to say he’s there and he’s not going anywhere. As frightened as he was by his own feelings and as badly as he wanted to turn around and leave and set himself on fire, just to try and get rid of this pull he had to Charlie, he couldn’t. The pull was far to strong for that. “I should’ve known you’d come out of this bitching and moaning.” Jace said, pulling her closer as she also stepped closer to him.

It wasn’t long till Charlie had collided her lips with his causing Jace to pull her even closer while wrapping one of his arms around her. His lips moved against hers roughly as he let go of her hand and slid his hand up to her neck, wrapping his fingers around it. It was odd how two people so psychotic could find something so dependable in each other. That they could find homes in each other. Two people that were constantly on the run and didn’t have a stable place to stay still felt at home with each other. How could two people that were so emotionally unavailable find a way not to be that way when it came to each other? That was part of the reason it was so hard for Jace to believe, he didn’t think something like this was possibly for him. Even though it was completely twisted and beyond fucked up. Any normal person would think they were insane and even more insane together, this was still far more than he’d ever seen himself feeling or having. Pulling back from her kiss slightly, his lips hovered over hers. “I missed you.” It came out like a whisper but he had to say something and those small words were a big deal for him, scary even. Leaning back in Jace kissed her roughly before she could say anything back.

Alone but never lonely. She had always been that way even as a child, people existed around her but she didn’t exist with them. No one had ever understood her and she had never felt the need to be understood. Charlie was excellent by herself, both a survivor and a fighter. She took what she wanted when she wanted it. She took things she didn’t want nor need for the sake of chaos. She didn’t have a stable life, no home or job. Because she didn’t want it. Long ago she had wondered why, why she wasn’t like everybody else but eventually she embraced the darkness attached to her soul. No one had to understand her but they had to fear her. 

Everyone had until Jace came along to ruin her life.

She hated him with every fiber of her being. If she was capable of it, she would’ve killed him but alas. It had been a foolish mistake, and one she hadn’t seen coming, but she let him into her life. All of the sudden she wasn’t alone anymore. There were days she wished she was and others were it felt impossible to be. It was no wonder that she wanted to carve his heart out. 

Despite the tone in his voice, that neither would ever speak of, she felt a flame slick her insides. So consumed by his presence, she had forgotten the reason why she was bitching and moaning. Stuck in a room with nothing but a gross mattress and a lamp. It was impossible to count the amount of times she had considered breaking the light bulb to slash her own throat open. Boredom did that to a soul like Charlie’s. No alcohol, no drugs, no chaos and no Jace. She had every right to hate the man standing in front of her and even when she did, she didn’t. “‘course I’ll fucking bitch about it — you made a shitty fucking mistake and I got to pay the price for it. You’re lucky I’m not smashing your ugly head into a wall.” 

It felt so pathetic that it felt right when their lips collided, his fingers sprawled over her neck and the warmth of his body radiating against her. He was a motherfucker but he was her motherfucker. And then he pulled back and said three words that seemed worse than taking a bullet to the brain.

I missed you.

Had she missed him? It was likely that she had but in between relentless anger, strange loneliness and pure boredom. She didn’t know what missing someone felt like because no one had ever mattered to her. She didn’t know what love was even if she had seen it in her household as a child. All she knew was that Jace did something to her and she was unable to escape it. At this point, she had stopped trying to fight it. Not because she gave up, Charlie never did, but because she didn’t want to fight it anymore. She would never understand it but she didn’t necessarily have to. 

Her hand ran up his chest when he resumed to the kiss, snaking its way up to his throat where her fingers sprawled out to grab a hold of it. It was easy to apply pressure, almost like a habit, her thumb pressed against his adam’s apple. Before ending the kiss, she roughly bit his lip to draw blood and only pulled away when she could taste copper. She remained close enough to feel his breath on her face and she stared into his eyes while the pressure of her thumb increased. “I wanna kill,” she murmured, “I want to strangle someone.”

[inure1x1]

psychopathxc

   Jace didn’t know where to begin? He didn’t know the type of hell Charlie had to go through because of him because he was far too reckless and let people go that had grudges against him. One of the first rules he taught Charlie was to never leave someone behind that could come back for you in the end and yet he was the one to break that golden rule. There was a part of Jace that couldn’t get all the possibilities out of his head of what could’ve happened to her - just being locked in a damn room for weeks was torture enough and knowing Charlie she put up a fight which meant the guys that took her didn’t hesitate to fight back. Jace knew Charlie could take care of herself, she was capable of being something completely stronger and greater than he ever could be if she really wanted to. It was something Jace would never admit to believing but it was true. That still didn’t make him feel any better about her being taken and held like some pawn to get his attention. It might have took him weeks to find her and take down all the men he needed to but he was still there - there was never a moment Jace gave up on finding her. 

Jace and Charlie weren’t the ideal couple, hell, they’d probably cringe at the use of the word couple but the amount of dedication they had for each other was unbelievable. Jace would snap anyone’s neck that tore them apart and Charlie would more than likely do the same. They cheated and lied, they were twisted and fucked up but that didn’t take away from the fact that at the end of the day as unemotional as they were there was something bigger than the chaos that pulled them together. The issue they had was expressing how important they were to each other. Jace was slowly figuring out that he couldn’t function without her but that realization was something that threw him off completely. 

There wasn’t a single soul that could get a reaction or a feeling like the one Jace was feeling out of him. Jace was perfectly fine on his own, he probably preferred it that way. He was able to do whatever he wanted without having to wait for someone else to stumble along. He could get whatever he wanted or needed and he knew that, he didn’t need someone around to fulfill any needs of loneliness or anything like that - that’d require for him to have some sort of emotion that people he laughed at had. It’d require that he feel something other than the satisfaction he felt when seeing someone’s blood dripping from his hands. Then there was Charlie and for the first time Jace had the time to actually thinking about how he felt about her. He began to find that he needed her to fulfill those empty slots inside of him. Maybe she was just as toxic and allowing someone just as messed up to make you whole made you a whole lot more dark but that wasn’t something Jace would ever care to focus on. There wasn’t a worry of being darker, the worry was the feelings that came with that emptiness being filled by someone else. 

Pushing the door further open, Jace mentally shook himself out of the daze he seemed to be in before walking further into the room and making his way over the Charlie before putting his hand out to help her up if she needed it. As much as he wanted to run the other way and shake off everything he was feeling that was the fucked up part of it all, he couldn’t. He couldn’t pretend she never existed and go back to being alone because he already knew what it was like to have her. Jace couldn’t run because even when he was away from her for weeks she was the only thing on his mind and no matter what he did he couldn’t shake her. There was no use in running off when he knew he’d be back. At least there was no use in trying to shake the way she made him feel right then, not when the majority of him wanted to feel her skin against his for the first time in weeks, not when all he wanted was to be close to her. 

Keeping his eyes on hers, trying his hardest to read the look on her face it was actually difficult for him. It was usually easy for Jace to read her expressions, they were the type of people that could look at each other and know what to expect. She could look at him and know he’s about to break someone’s bones and he could look at her and know she’s about to rob a bank but right now he couldn’t read her. There was someone new and unfamiliar about the way she was looking at him. Something new about the tone of her voice or the way she presented herself which he could only assume was exactly the same for him. Taking that moment to direct his eyes towards the side of the room before looking at her once again, Jace shook his head not knowing if this was the feeling that came before something good… or if it was the feeling that came before something bad? He couldn’t pinpoint if something horrible was about to go down between them and if he was going to lose her right after getting her back. The feeling of not knowing how to properly feel something was probably just as frightening to Jace as others would think the demons inside of him were. “Really? What took me so long? I’m here aren’t I?” There was some regularity to his voice but he knew Charlie would be able to catch on to the slight offness that lingered behind his words. “Are you hurt?” 

It was an addiction unlike any other, drugs and alcohol in all its glory, but Jace was a fix that she couldn’t get rid of. Both the needle and the poison. He was in her veins, carved into her bones and tattooed on her skin. Literally and figuratively. His name tattooed on her hipbone, a finger gun on her shoulder blade and the date of when he had killed someone for her for the first time on her forearm. If someone asked Charlie if she was in love with Jace, she would’ve punched them in the face but it was obvious that she was. It wasn’t the tattoos, but the pure obsession and relentless need to always be by his side. Even when they chose to be apart, it didn’t feel right. No matter how much she loathed his guts at times, there was a piece of her missing. She needed the man who brought out the worst in her because he was the only one who understood her. He catered to her needs and wants, made her complete in ways she had never expected to be. If she believed in soulmates, he was hers. 

She could tell herself that she was stronger than the confinement of the four walls she had been kept in but it broke down even the strongest of minds at some point. It had left her vulnerable to thoughts and feelings she didn’t knew she had. A terrifying thought of replacement. Charlie knew that Jace would never truly leave her, but the idea still frightened her. It angered her when he slept with other women, but at the end of the day, she knew that he didn’t need or want anyone but her. Yet the thought had sneaked its way in and she had spent days wondering if there was someone else, someone he thought was better. If there ever was, she knew that she’d kill them and then Jace too. No one could have him but her.

Her hazel eyes flickered to the hand he offered, the large hand that fit her slender fingers perfectly. She reached forward and grabbed it, pulling herself up by the strength of his arm. “I would’ve found you faster,” she teased in hopes that it would change the atmosphere around them. They knew each other too well and could understand the slightest change in the other’s voice or look. Charlie knew that he felt the same way she did, confused and afraid of feelings they couldn’t comprehend. Perhaps it was better that way, still in it together like they were with everything else. She shook her head in response to his question, squeezing his hand as she stepped closer. “I’m not hurt— I’m weak, those fuckers didn’t feed me enough.” Oh how she wanted something greasy and unhealthy, wash it down with beer and then throw back a couple of shots. 

“I want shitty diner food and beer,” she voiced her thoughts aloud, “and then I want to— I want to punch someone bloody.” It wasn’t a wise choice considering how weak she was at the moment but she wanted to let her frustrations out. She wanted someone to feel the wrath of her fists and since she seemed unable to punch Jace, someone else would have to do. “Or you need to fuck me,” she hummed before she narrowed the space between them enough for her to reach up and kiss him. It was long overdue. It was a fierce kiss that told him how much she had missed him without having to say it out loud; with such an intensity that her whole body finally felt at home again. 

[inure1x1]

psychopathxc

     It’d been weeks since Jace last saw Charlie or even spoke to her and he felt like everything was out of control in a world that was completely chaotic to began with. Nothing made sense, his actions, the things he thought about, the feelings he actually managed to feel. Jace didn’t know what was going on inside himself let alone what was happening to Charlie. There had never been a moment in Jace’s life where he cared about someone other than his own twisted wants and needs, there wasn’t a loving bone in his body but those few weeks without Charlie were bringing out a side of him he didn’t even know existed. 

  The last thing Jace wanted was for Charlie to get into some kind of trouble and for it to he his fault. If it was anyone else the male would see the situation as a win and move on with his life. Killing two birds with one stone if you will but as much as he liked to believe everyone that managed to walk into his life was just some pawn for him to use when needed, Charlie wasn’t. 

    It took what felt like forever to find a lead or to even figure out where Charlie was being held but Jace figured it out. Not without bloodshed and pure insanity but he still figured it. Someone so immune to human suffering would obviously do anything to find the one person they cared about. If the male had any rules for what he wasn’t capable of doing he broke them in the time he was without Charlie he didn’t care, he did anything and everything either trying to find her or trying to cure the discomfort he felt in his own body being without her and the feelings that brought him. Caring, the word left a bitter taste in his mouth and no matter what he did to get the taste out he couldn’t. Charlie just kept popping in his head, wanting to find her, wanting to protect her… Not wanting to feel so alone anymore… Jace couldn’t stop himself from thinking these things in the back of his head. 

   After making his way through the abandoned building which included smashing about three guys faces into a brick wall and snapping another’s neck, Jace finally find the locked room where one of the men told him Charlie was after Jace had convinced him to tell him where she was. Unlocking the door and opening it in a rushed manner Jace was met face to face with the brunette. 

    There wasn’t a look of relief on his face or even joy. It was like Jace froze and had this look like he was unsure. Maybe it was the fact that Jace was well, Jace or maybe it was because he felt too much in that moment? He didn’t know how to react to seeing her again. He’d went weeks starting complete mayhem without her and now that he was in front of her he wanted to turn back around and walk away. It made no sense but he couldn’t help the voices in his head telling him he was more human than monster when it came to the girl that craved the monster inside of him. She brought out this side of him that was much more monstrous but now he felt she also had the ability to bring out these feelings he had never felt. In all honesty, it freaked him out and Jace wasn’t easily freaked. 

   Jace didn’t know what to say to her, what did you say to the woman you got kidnapped? To the woman you went even crazier without? To the woman that you could barley look at without feeling like you had to completely reintroduce yourself to yourself? “Hey…” It was probably the stupidest thing to ever come out of his mouth and Jace had said some stupid shit in his life but the male was honestly in a state of shock from everything he was feeling when seeing Charlie. It went from a range of emotions - some he didn’t even know how to explain and others like rage, anger, hatred for the people that took her in the first place. Jace was a mess and he wasn’t even the one that had been taken for days. 

    There was one thing that kept Charlie going more than anything else and it was the thoughts of introducing her fist to Jace’s face, over and over and over again. Naturally she wanted to do it to the men that punished her for his mistakes too, but her feelings had a tendency to always focus on Jace. Pure rage, insatiable desire and now this strange, unnatural void resting in her chest. Loneliness had always been a friend of hers, under the right circumstances, but she found herself missing him. It disgusted her to the core but no matter how many different ways of killing him she pondered over, it still remained. She tossed in her sleep when she was able to get some; craving his presence by her side. Her rage towards the men that kept her fed, escorted her to the bathroom and let her take showers wasn’t solely focused on her own captivity. She hated them for keeping her away from the only man she had ever needed in her entire, chaotic life.

She had lost track of time after a week, unable to know when it was day or night since there was no window in the room to bring in any rays of sun or the dim light of the moon. There was nothing but a bed and a small shitty lamp that barely worked. They had underestimated her at first and she had managed to fight one of them, kicking his face in and she hadn’t seen him since. After that they armed themselves every time they stepped into the room. 

Sometimes they would speak outside her door, gloat that they stole something of Jace’s and mock him for every day that passed without him showing up. It only fueled her anger towards them, that they dared to speak about him with their foul mouths. So she started taunting them and Charlie had always been good with words. She told them what Jace was capable of and what she had seen him do, reminding them what they had stolen from him and what he would do to get it back. Because she knew. It didn’t matter that they constantly fought and left each other, purposely hurting and cheating on each other. She knew that she was his as much as he was hers. No one could keep them apart, not even death.

Amidst a somber dream, Charlie jolted awake at the sounds of screams and fighting. She sat up and leaned her head towards the wall while a satisfied smile settled on her lips. Finally. Relief washed over her and something else, something she couldn’t explain but it felt wrong. Anything beyond her spectrum of emotions felt wrong. It grew even worse when the door swung open and she saw him for the first time in a long time. All those thoughts about fighting him didn’t surface nor did any anger. It wasn’t only relief but a twinge of something she couldn’t comprehend. Love, it was love but Charlie didn’t know that. Her lips parted to speak when his voice resonated in the room, head tilting to the side when all he said was hey. Hey. It was a tell that something was wrong with the two of them; they never said hey after time spent apart. 

She wondered if he hadn’t spent time searching for her but rather basked in her absence. Because what scared her the most wasn’t the unknown feelings but that she would be replaced by someone else. If she could be replaced, what did that say about them? Her eyes fell to his hands, studying his knuckles to see they were bloodied and bruised; to ensure that had killed for her. “What took you so long?” It wasn’t an accusation, if anything there was a sense of sadness in her voice. A pathetic, unwanted sadness in fear that he would turn around and leave now that he knew that she was free.

[inure1x1]

problcmatictrash.

It wasn’t long until hazel eyes met his and Jace knew by one look at her that her demons were begging to come out and join him in the fun. If Jace was the type to smile he’d probably have a wide grin on his face at the sight but instead his expression stayed solid and emotionless. “and to think some people think I’m a monster, looks like I have a soft side.” The words came out sarcastically as he inched closer to her as well, blood stained hands raising up to her neck. Jace pushed his fingers against the smooth skin, wrapping them slightly to leave the prints of his fingers across her neck. “You know, most people wouldn’t find this romantic at all if anything they’d swear you were in danger.” Sliding his hand down her neck and to her chest he moved his fingers in the position of a gun like she had done to him the first time they met. “but that’s what you like isn’t it?” 

Jace liked playing games with Charlie, it was part of who they were. They might have been the only two people in the world that cared about the other, if caring was even the right word for what they were and what they felt towards each other. If anything caring was pushing it but whatever it was clicked for them. Jace’s gaze fell to her lips as she slid her index finger into her mouth and tasted the blood of the man in the restroom. If anything there was a slight jealousy and attraction that filled his veins. As much as seeing the blood on her lips drove him insane, knowing it was someone else’s blood made him jealous enough to make him angry. Leaning even closer, Jace moved his hands up to her upper arms before grabbing onto them and turning her around, pushing her against the nearest wall, her back hitting it hard enough to make a ‘bang’ sound. “C’mon you don’t just wanna watch. We both know you wanna do more than that.” Jace dragged his index finger down her lips, more blood coating them. “Then do something about it.”

Charlie kept her gaze on his as his fingertips pushed into her skin, she could feel the blood settle on her skin while he spoke. He was right on all accounts. She would always be in danger because that was where she thrived and where she felt at home. Chaos was the only thing that felt right in a world she didn’t want to be a part of. “You’d never kill me,” she replied tauntingly, “you can tell yourself you can and will, scream it in my face, but we both know that it’s the only thing in this world that you can’t do.” Just like she could never kill him, but that wasn’t the point right now. Jace had just killed a man in pure rage and she hadn’t gotten a taste of it. If she couldn’t rewind to watch, she would do what she did best; push him back to the edge where she, unknown to Charlie, loved him the most. 

An uncontrollable gasp escaped her when her back hit the wall in a thump but she smiled quickly after as she saw the spark of anger in his eyes. It set her insides on fire unlike anything had before and she would never admit to it, but no one could make her feel the way Jace made her feel. Lips pursed shut when he practically spat the truth in her face. She did want to do more, but didn’t know why she hadn’t crossed that line yet. But it was only a brief thought before she was challenged, hand slipping into her back pocket to retrieve the razor blade she used for her cocaine. She used it to ease the edge of his shirt so she could rip it open and slice open his skin. “Don’t coat my fuckin’ mouth with someone else’s shitty blood when I tell you that you taste better,” she warned him, wiping the blood off by dragging her arm over it before she leaned forward to catch the blood running down his chest with her tongue. 

[inure1x1]

problcmatictrash.

             Clothes and light skin drenched in blood, Jace used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead. There were times when the male had no idea what he was doing, who he was hurting, what kind of chaos he was beginning. His sight and mind would go pitch black and he’d what felt like waking up in a massacre of his own doing. The only problem was he liked the massacre, he liked the twisted and demented brain that sat in his head.  Then there were times like these when there was no need for blacking out, there was no need for excuses as to why he would cause such pain, there was just madness. Letting anger get the best of him for something he didn’t even remember anymore, Jace was just angry to be angry, anger fit him, it was one of the only emotions he found interesting enough to feel and whatever innocent bystander that was unlucky enough to be around when he had that psychotic itch, would pay a unforgivable price.     Turning the body of the male over on his stomach he heard some footsteps in the room causing him to lose the attention he had on the young man on the floor. Walking out of the small motel bathroom, his eyes followed the blood stained smudges and spots on walls and cheap carpet, satisfied with his work before stopping in front of Charlie who he didn’t know would be back as soon as she was. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” He said, not even a bit or worry in his voice, if anything he was more interested in what her reaction would be. It might have been twisted and fucked up but he was excited to see her reaction. 

It had been too early when she left the motel room and she had been entirely too sober, head pounding and bloodshot eyes hidden under black sunglasses. All because she needed her fix, a line of pretty white snow, to wake up. Some needed coffee, Charlie preferred drugs or alcohol. Usually both, which is why she dumped a bag of alcohol on the floor as soon as she shut the door behind her. She managed to kick off her black boots and take two steps into the room before she stepped in something wet and warm. Only then did she realize that the room had practically been redecorated with blood. A curious hum escaped her, head tilting to the side when Jace appeared before her. She was still standing in the pool of blood without thought, essentially admiring his work. “You were gonna clean up for me? Such a romantic,” she teased as her heart continued to beat hard against her rib cage. It wasn’t fear, it was excitement.

Anyone else would’ve ran in panic at the sight, but Charlie knew that he was a monster. A perfectly sculpted monster. The stench of blood, metallic and lovely, grew stronger as she closed the proximity between them. It was with admiration that she looked at Jace with blood splattered all over him. She could feel the heat swelling beneath her skin, hands itching to touch every inch of his bloodied skin. “I wanna watch next time,” her voice was raspy, lust resonating in both it and her eyes. Her index finger rose to sweep blood off his cheek before she tasted it on her tongue. It was blood, it tasted like blood, but all Charlie felt on her tongue was chaos. Under any other circumstances, she would’ve jumped his bones already but she wanted to savor every second of this.“You taste better.”

[inure1x1]

deadly1x1.

Jace felt as if she was mocking him in someway and he felt inferior to her and the male that had his hands all over Charlie. Not only was there jealousy but there was anger because he felt less than someone. Jace was less than a lot of people, he didn’t do the right things, he was fucked up in the head, and he had no hesitation when it came to life but that didn’t mean he didn’t like feeling like he was the best. He wanted to be the best of the worst kind of person. He wanted to be the strongest, the smartest, and the most ruthless because with those qualities came power and Jace craved power. For how worthless he felt on a daily basis, since the day he could remember, it only made sense that someone like him wanted to feel powerful. No matter what kind of power that was, he wanted it. It felt as if his face was red with anger, like his brain was about to explode, or shut down completely. It was a feeling he’d had many times before. Feeling so in control but so out of control at the same time. Stepping closer, Jace looked into Charlie’s hazel eyes as his eyes darkened even more. “If you knew what was good for you you’d shut the fuck up and leave this bar with me right now.”

He was commanding but that didn’t matter it wasn’t going to stop Charlie from being Charlie. She knew how to get under his skin in so many different ways. She brought the monster out of him more so than he did himself. Jace was breathing much faster or so it seemed, in his mind everything was at a lightening speed. Everything was moving ten miles a minute and it only drove him more mad. Jace’s mind was constantly moving on a regular basis. For someone so dark and twisted he surprisingly had the mind of someone much smarter than he seemed. It was a dangerous combination and if he knew how to control himself he could probably do a lot of good with a mind like his but it was the complete opposite. He couldn’t control the one switch in his brain that held the hope and faith, the happiness and love. He couldn’t control it and was left with a darkness that not only did he hate but he didn’t want to let it go.

Her words leaving him more and more angry, Jace closed his eyes unexpectedly for a moment. As if he was finally telling his inner demons to take over. Opening his eyes, he looked at Charlie with a look of spitefulness. She really did know exactly what to say to make him feel like he was on fire. “What is this? You wanna feel like you have something over me? You want chaos, baby.” He said, the word baby coming off in a mimicking way, “I’ll give you fucking chaos.” Turning away as if he was leaving, as if he gave up after promising her the one thing he knew they both feed off of, Jace grabbing a glass filled with an alcoholic beverage out of someone’s hand. Bringing it up to his lips he drank it all in one swig before throwing the glass on the bar floor, letting it crash. Turning back around, this time his eyes focused on the male rather than Charlie, he walked up to him, placing his hands on his face roughly before snapping his neck in a violent and sickening snap. Jace could hear and feel the bone crack. The sound and feeling made his heart beat faster with excitement as he watched the man fall to the ground. Not only did he kill someone but he had killed them in front of a crowd of people, not only that but he killed someone in front of the one person he didn’t want to leave him and for a moment the hard exterior felt as if it was cracking. Jace being Jace he was quick to hold himself back together, to bring the exterior back. Turning around to look at her, anger still cursing through his veins, Jace looked at Charlie, bringing his hands up to her neck and squeezing slightly but not hard enough to do anything. “Don’t say I never gave you anything, pumpkin.” Again he was mimicking her but also telling her he was giving her chaos, this blood would be on her hands.

If you knew what was good for you. It echoed in her mind for a brief moment as she vaguely recalled people from her past telling her the same thing though with less hostility. Charlie didn’t want good, sane or normal. Normality scared her far beyond the threat of death. She watched robotic beings that adjusted to the norm, to the unspoken rules and spoken laws. Unhappy, miserable adults who were forced to work a job they didn’t want for money they couldn’t enjoy. People restricted by society, forced to suppress any urges. She was free in ever way possible and good or normal threatened that. So no, Charlie certainly didn’t know what was good for her but she knew what Jace meant. It was a warning and a threat, but all she saw was a territorial man who would snap at any moment now. She could practically imagine the screams and the smell of blood lingering around her. It was a need that trickled her insides and demanded to be pleased. She wanted Jace to snap.

And then he did. 

Charlie knew that he had blood on his hands, but she had never seen it happen in front of her. In an open place with a crowd and yet he killed someone. It was power in the finest form; she had driven him to it, pushed and toyed until the rage took control of him. There was a moment where she was sorely disappointed as he dared walk away from her but when the emptied glass shattered against the floor, she knew that he wasn’t going anywhere without her. Her hazel eyes widened when the unfamiliar snap reached her ears; all she had expected was a fist fight until a group of men pulled Jace away from her victim’s bloodied face. But instead she watched as he snapped someone’s neck with such ease that it would scare anyone, though the fact that he was capable of murder would scare anyone. Charlie wasn’t anyone. 

People were screaming, others in shock over what had just happened in front of them but she was high on adrenaline. She had driven a man to murder and she knew now that she wanted to do it again and again and again. Jace was willing to kill for her. It was a twisted, insane thing but all Charlie felt was an immensely strong bond. It was the closest thing to love she’d ever come. Even with his hands around her throat, all she wanted was him. “Do it,” she dared him with ease; death didn’t scare her, it excited her. Her hands rose, sprawling out over his large ones as she pressed against them to tighten the pressure around her throat. “Do it! Kill me!” Her voice grew louder, not an ounce of fear in her tone, only a sick excitement that started a fire in the pit of her stomach. As if it couldn’t get any sicker, this was turning her on. “Come on baby, kill me.”

[inure1x1]

— deadly1x1.

Since the day the dysfunctional pair met they were hooked to each other, there was a connection and Jace was surprisingly taken aback by how badly he wanted her around him constantly but he knew he wasn’t hers and she wasn’t his. They probably never would be and if they found a way to let each other actually have the other then maybe miracles really were possible? Now they were both at some bar, Jace on the opposite side of the room chatting up some blonde he forgot the name of and frankly didn’t care. For the most part he found his eyes drifting off to the brunette, keeping his eye on her as jealousy filled his insides. Maybe he didn’t like the fact that she wasn’t standing next to him and drinking with him or maybe it was the fact that she had that look on her face. One he had seen before. It was a look that told him she was looking for trouble and the thought of him not being the first person on her mind to start trouble with left him insanely jealous.

Taking his eyes off Charlie, he looked at the blonde in front of him, rolling his eyes at the fact that she was still talking. Couldn’t she tell he didn’t care? Why keep bothering him or even keep trying when he clearly wasn’t paying attention? Reaching his hand up to her upper arm he pushed her out of the way and walked back over to the bar. Ordering himself another drink, his eyes once again graced over to the hazel eyed girl. Clenching his firsts at the sight of her arms wrapped around some random guy, Jace felt an unexplainable anger and a jealousy he never felt before. Jealousy wasn’t something Jace ever experienced because he never had anything to be jealous of, there was never something he cared about enough to be jealous about and suddenly there’s this girl, that has the ability to make him so angry he dug his nails into his palm to try and calm himself down, not that that was working at all. Nothing seemed to be working. There was no amount of alcohol, drugs, or even distractions to ignore the way his eyes darkened and his heart picked up pace as if filled with an intense and dangerous adrenaline.

Charlie and the male got closer and closer but as soon as he saw him grab her ass and watched as her lipstick stained his neck, that was it. Slamming the glass onto the counter at the bar, Jace pushed his way through the crowd, shoving people around him a little harder than expected. Not that he cared about the confused or offended looks on people’s faces. Making his way to the pair, Jace stopped once reaching them. The look on both their faces when hey looked at him only made him more angry he couldn’t even think straight anymore. She looked at him satisfied with herself and he looked at him without a care in the world, his hands still all over her. Biting the inside of his cheek, he tried his hardest not to lose control despite the feeling of chaos roaring and fighting for freedom. “What you couldn’t wait till you go him up to your room before dry humping each other in the middle of the bar.” He overreacted, but honestly couldn’t control the words leaving his lips anymore. Fighting the urge to pull the guy off of her he kept his eyes on her, waiting for an answer. This guy really had no idea what he just became a part of. “This is fucking pathetic, Charlie.” He said, trying to make himself seem tough.

Was she a little disappointed that he hadn’t just thrown a punch instead of a ridiculous excuse for an insult? Perhaps, but it didn’t last for long because she knew that it meant that she could push him even further and that in itself was magnificent. Charlie wanted him so blinded by rage that nothing else mattered than using it to harm her victim, or anyone else if he chose to. She didn’t think it was much to ask for, but then again, she was batshit insane. “What’s the matter, pumpkin?” Her head tilted to the side, pouting slightly to add to the dramatics. “Couldn’t you find anyone to dry hump,” she countered with a pleased smile, mind twisting and turning to push this further; out of control where they shined the brightest. Truth be told, had roles been reversed, Charlie would’ve reacted even worse. Alcohol was flammable and she carried a lighter so if Jace would’ve had the nerve to play her game, it’d all go down in flames.

Her eyes diverted back to the stranger amidst the start of a very, very bad (but oh, so good) fight. Effortlessly, she got up on her tip toes and brushed her plump lips over his earlobe while she whispered in his ear. It was a feigned excuse; telling him that her ex had a hard time letting go. She was sure he didn’t care, but it was to drive Jace even further to the edge. A content sigh escaped her as she turned back to Jace with an all too innocent smile tethered to her lips. There was nothing innocent about Charlie, never had been and never would be. “Baby— you know I don’t dry hump,” she begun without moving in place, “if we were in my room... we wouldn’t be wearing any clothes, I would be tastin’ his pre-cum.”

It didn’t seem to scare off her new friend, her filthy mouth or the thick tension in the air, so he hadn’t been too bad of a choice. Had Jace not been there, she would’ve had her way with him but alas. “Maybe I’d let him be in control, have his way with me, like only you get to do,” she delivered the final blow with ease, each word practically danced off her tongue. If she wanted blood, she was going to get blood. Jace knew that well, but it seemed like he was too occupied in jealousy to realize; not that she complained, it had been the whole point all along. They could tell themselves and each other that neither belonged to the other all they wanted to, but when it came to it, they both felt entitled to the other. He wasn’t hers and she wasn’t his, but she owned him and he owned her. Charlie smiled, it wasn’t wicked nor sly, it was the closest thing to a genuine smile that she had. Life could only get better if Jace let himself go completely. 

[inure1x1]

                  LOVE IS AN EVIL THING.

She wasn’t angry or spiteful, she was bored. Alcohol laced her veins, she could still taste the vodka on her tongue, and all she wanted was chaos. It was what fun was, wasn’t it? Charlie couldn’t recall the last time she had sought out a victim to toy with on her own, although it was likely the booze and drugs fault and not Jace’s. All she knew, or more specifically, had on her mind was to find her second victim for the night. Jace would naturally be the first one. She adored the way his eyes set on fire and fists clenched when rage built up before anyone was unable to stop him. Her hazel eyes scanned the bar much like they had when she found him. It wasn’t easy because she had to find someone that she could be attracted to, she had to make sure that it looked real because she was sure Jace would do nothing but laugh if he could tell that it was fake. She wouldn’t allow that.

It didn’t take her long to single out a tall, dark haired guy with tattoos. He was just her type and would serve his purpose well. After that, it was far too easy. All Charlie had to do was bat her eyelashes and she had him eating out of her palm. She didn’t particularly want to spend too much time with her, and likely Jace’s, victim but it had to be done right for the result she so insanely craved. Her body inched closer for each passing second, hands wandering as did his. For now, he had her undying attention to ensure that it looked like more than a game; she wanted Jace to see that she wasn’t his, that if he wanted her, he had to fight. She let his hands explore her lower back and ultimately ass while she leaned closer, warm breath on his neck before she placed a soft kiss to his skin to leave her mark. Eyes admired the residues of red lipstick on his neck before she let out a laugh. It was genuine but it didn’t roll off her lips because of his joke but because excitement swelled beneath her skin as she waited for the ultimate gift.

Without thought, Charlie pressed her lips against his in a rough kiss that he greedily responded to. It was almost too easy and perhaps if she had a conscious, or sympathy, or any other remotely human feeling, she wouldn’t have led him into chaos and violence. But she only knew that it was feelings that she missed, not what they actually felt like. All she wanted was violent, relentless chaos that set fire to her insides and she knew that Jace was willing to give it to her through any means possible. Naturally it was even better when he wasn’t expecting it. She abruptly ended the kiss, tilting her head back to admire his blissful and so, so unaware face before she practically felt his presence. Her head turned, hazel eyes seeking out Jace’s with a wicked grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Anticipation swelled under her skin and she knew the fun had only just begun.

[inure1x1]

deadly1x1.

She was the type of women that men ran from once they saw her true colors but Jace wanted more. He wanted to touch every inch of her skin – trying to figure out who this person was. He’d went for so long in a life without anyone around him, he was used to frightened and disgusted looks on people’s face but the brunette in front of him was almost coaxing out his dark side just like he was trying to bring out hers. Jace didn’t know what to expect from her and that made her all the more interesting – that made him all the more interested in her and what she was capable of. The twisted truth of finding someone so thrilling and enchanting once seeing such a violent dark side of them probably made that person all the more fucked up but Jace knew who he was. He knew he had more than a few screws missing from his brain. He knew what he liked, what he disliked, what got his blood pumping through his veins, and what turned his eyes blank, but he had never experienced the feeling of his eyes brightening up – until now. Seeing her in action was almost like a weird version of love at first sight and Jace  knew he had to shake it out of his head or he’d be giving her everything she wanted when she decided to change her target of violence to him.

Despite knowing almost nothing about each other it seemed like they knew so much already. Jace didn’t believe in love, he didn’t believe in emotions and maybe he was crazy for having the slightest bit of blood pump through his lifeless heart? But he weirdly liked the feeling almost just as much as he liked the rush of adrenaline taking him over in intense crashing waves. The feeling of his blood on his fist was something that sent a lively but also deadly feeling through him. He wanted more. They both wanted more. They needed it. They feed on the chaos and destruction, it was how they functioned and Jace was realizing more and more that she was exactly the same. She fed on the same elements he did and as screwed up as it was – Jace found it strangely beautiful. It was crazy to think that only moments earlier they hadn’t even known the sound of the others voice and now they were committing a messy and unorganized but in the moment crime ( which was Jace’s favorite type of crime. ) The kind that came from passion and insanity. 

Their lips crashed together and Jace wanted more, he always wanted more of seemingly everything when it came to the hazel eyed woman. Raising his free hand to her neck, he tilted his head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss between them. Jace had lost himself in the simple action but was quickly pulled from the intoxicating feeling once they pulled apart due to the sounds of the confused and frightened people around them. Keeping his eyes on hers, his eyes fell to her lips as she cleaned his blood off her thumb. Jace smirked at the act and he wanted to pull her back in – to taste his own blood on her lips but he refrained. “Who the fuck are you?” He whispered, moving his hand to her cheek and running his fingertips down the skin until he got to her neck, stopping he removed his hand and turned around to the crowd of people. Walking towards the girl with the wallets, he stepped close enough to her to make her uncomfortable, taking the wallets from her hand before turning back around. “Shoot her, we don’t need her anymore.” The words came out emotionless, he didn’t know if the woman was capable of such things but he wanted to test her – not that he would be disappointed if she wasn’t at least she’d know what he was capable of. Walking towards her he stopped once he was in front of her. “Shoot her or miss and run, I’ll meet you outside.” He whispered, low enough so no one else could hear them. 

All her life, Charlie had been told that she needed therapy and medication, stability and the comfort of those around her. Bullshit that had been fed to her daily; eventually it burned a hole through her head. An empty space where other people’s wants and requests for her were shoved into, only to be obliterated once their voices ebbed away. It had never been acceptance, accepting that she wasn’t like others, that she was wired differently, because she had never felt out of place. She knew her place in the world and no pleads or demands could’ve changed it. Desire and destruction. Words carved into her bones. She was chaos in a deadly package. They had always told her that she would never fit in unless she did as she was told. They never understood that she didn’t want to fit in. She hadn’t ever obsessed on the matter or cared, but she realized now that it wasn’t about fitting in at all. It wasn’t the pressure of society and to fit the norm. They knew she was deadly and they wanted to save the world from heartache. And there she was, standing in front of the best plot twist she had ever laid eyes on. He was the gasoline she didn’t know she needed until now. Someone who didn’t attempt to contain her chaotic nature but wanted to expand it. He wanted her insanity and in return, she wanted his. The only plausible outcome? Death.

With traces of his blood on otherwise pearly whites, Charlie let out a laugh as he let his hand explore her skin while waiting for an answer. Who was she? It was a silly question. “’What am I’ is a much better question,” she countered with an arched brow before the moment was sliced open and ruined by the fear resonating in the air around them. As much as she loved it, she wanted nothing more than explore the man she had thrown into her storm of crazy. It was a first; Charlie never cared much for what hid beneath the surface when it came to the men she chose. It was fleeting moments where she got what she wanted or needed, nothing beyond it was important. Yet there she stood, watching as he collected the wallets and told her to kill a woman, wanting nothing more than to learn about his rotten insides.

Charlie had done a lot of dark, twisted things but she had yet to take a life. An idea that she had toyed with for years and sometimes even craved. To hold the power of someone’s most valuable possession and watch as the life slowly disappeared in their eyes. A nightmare for the general population but a dream for her. She had no qualms that the mysterious stranger could push her into it but this wasn’t the time. It was time sensitive and not nearly as satisfying as she wanted it to be. So she pulled the trigger but aimed for nothing but the wall to buy her the time to shuffle after him out the back and into the gloomy alley. Her heart pounded with the familiar rush, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she flicked the safety on the gun and smiled with great satisfaction. “Whaddya think, crazy enough for ya?” It wasn’t a question that needed an answer, they both knew that there was crazy in both of them and that was the beauty of it all. “How many?” Charlie nodded towards the wallets, curious to see how much money her little trick had rewarded them with. “Charlie, that’s who the fuck I am, and let me guess, the only one who’ll ever match your rotten insides,” she finally introduced herself with a sly grin tethered to her lips. All too pleased with herself for finding the right man and successfully pulling off a robbery.

[inure1x1]

deadly1x1.

The last proof Jace had expected experiencing was the sight of a gun in the hands of the beautiful but lethal brunette that he had pressed up against a wall only moments before. Most would feel fear for their lives but Jace was different. The action left his heart pounding in a way he craved. It was like waving a bag of carefully chosen and colorful pills in front of him. He wanted more – he wanted her to do her best at rising the adrenaline and the blood in his veins. A huff escaped his lips as they curled up into a smirk. Jace wanted to tell her to prove herself again, he wanted the crazy in her to take them both over completely. He wanted to whisper to the demons that rested inside of her and ask them to come out and play longer and harder than they already were. Jace was twisted, he wanted the chaos and the mayhem but even more so he wanted her to be just as twisted as him. The luck in it all was it looked like he didn’t have to bring it out of her – it was already there. She was already at his level of insane. Watching her in action brought something to surface for Jace. To such an emotionless and dark person his eyes lit up while examining the women that was still nameless in his mind. Was it possible for someone of his caliber to feel? Was it possible for someone that didn’t know what feelings were to feel a connection so strongly so early on? The questions were ones that floated at the back of Jace’s mind as he watched her – he never took his eyes off of her because in his mind no one else was worth his time but her. Once she flashed her devilish smirk his way, he matched it. The rush and need to join in the activities hit him like a sack of bricks to the stomach and he enjoyed it – he wanted it. Jace didn’t have a plan of attack being that it was all so sudden ( something he enjoyed about it ). All he knew was he wanted chaos and violence. He wanted to hear screams and see terror on people’s faces. Walking closer to where she was now standing with gun in hand and the man she was holding captive. Meeting her at her side, Jace leaned in and grazed his lips against her ear before whispering to her. “Impressive.” Pulling away slowly to catch her gaze with his he stepped back slightly, stepping in front of the man she was holding. Jace tilted his head to the side, giving the man an almost ‘you poor soul’ look before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him away from her grasp, throwing him to the floor Jace was quick to keep hold of him by the shirt in order to lift him slightly. Raising his fist he began hitting the man, the blows to his face sounded like bones crashing together. The contact of his jaw and Jace’s knuckles coming into contact. Letting go of his shirt he let him hit the ground, stepping on his neck with pressure.  “Shoot ‘em,” He said simply as if he wasn’t even phased, looking back at the brunette. “They’re taking too long to get the money so shoot him.” Looking away from her he looked at the crowd of people, focusing on the girl she had told to get the money. She was scared, he could see the fear on her face and the sight only made Jace more excited as he clenched his bloody fist. “My girl over here will kill whoever the fuck this prick is if you don’t hurry your cute little ass up. How ‘bout a countdown? Everyone likes those right? I’ll give you 5 seconds, reasonable?” Jace watched as she began picking up her pace getting the wallets while he began to count. Again, looking at his new partner in crime he stopped counting. “Fuck it.” He said, releasing the mans neck and walking toward the armed women. Jace grabbed her by the wrist with the gun and pulled her closer to him. Parting his lips, he tilted his head and kissed her roughly. He knew they had to get out of there quickly but he couldn’t help himself. She was like this new discovered drug and he was already addicted. 

It was one of her, as her old psychiatrist would say, issues that kicked in. When Charlie wanted something, there were no restrictions and she would do anything to get it. So if she wanted to break him as she had promised and he needed proof of insanity, she had no problem to press a gun to someone else’s temple. Every want was a flame and the need to get it was gasoline. She started forest fires for her wants and needs, and it didn’t matter who got burnt in the process. Although, she didn’t want to burn her incredibly hot partner in crime yet. All she wanted was the chance to and that had resulted in the current predicament. It was her in her element, raw and chaotic. No plan, no sense of direction. She was an erratic tornado with nothing to lose.

An ever so pleasant smile tugged at the corner of Charlie’s lips when he complimented her work of art but it turned sinister when he ripped the older man from her grip. Her insides swelled with anticipation for what he was about to do, her move hadn’t been enough; she wanted more. Always more. She pointed the gun at another innocence face before she intently watched him. His knuckles against the fragile face, over and over again. Blood and the wonderful sound of moans of pain had her reveling in the dark haired man she had chosen. Charlie couldn’t have been more content, hell, for a brief moment she believed that soulmates wasn’t a deluded dream to keep people happy but an actual thing. Naturally she didn’t believe in love, but not even her crazy ass could deny that the attraction was beyond looks. Eyes tore from the bruised, whining man on the floor to him again, arching a brow when he demanded she’d fire the gun, but before she had any chance to, he was closing the proximity between the two. 

Was it a smart move to stop amidst the armed robbery to crash his lips against hers? Absolutely not, but it didn’t stop him and it didn’t stop her from returning the rough kiss. She was vastly familiar with drugs, but this was entirely new. It was as if her bones ached to feel his chaos alongside hers. His insanity was intoxicating beyond words. Her free hand found his, running her thumb over the bloodied knuckles to feel the warmth of the red liquid against her skin. A testament of his danger and yet another thing that drew her toward him. When a timid throat cleared beside them, wallets collected, Charlie snapped out of it. There would be plenty of more opportunities to explore each other but for now they had to finish what she had started. Still, her hazel eyes lingered on him as she cleaned her thumb off with her mouth to taste the copper from his blood.

[inure1x1]

deadly1x1.

Most people in the world would say when someone catches your eye, when someone that you knew is no good causes you to pull to them – that’s you’re warning. Get out when you can, run and never look back. Unless you’re prepared for your whole world to flip upside down. Jace was the type of person that found the flipping, the crashing, the burning, and the torture as a pleasurable thing. He liked it when his heart got pumping, it made him feel alive and though the girl in front of him was just meeting him for the first time and he was just meeting her for the first time, he could see the danger in her eyes and he wanted more. 

Jace wanted to get to know her better, he wanted to get to know her body and hear more of the words that left her lips so smoothly. The way she spoke only told him more about her, she wasn’t putting on an act for him, she wasn’t stuttering, trying to find the right words to intrigue someone like him. She was simply saying what was really on her mind and that right there only made her all the more interesting. Everything out of her mouth was unexpected and only added to the want that filled Jace when he looked into her hazel eyes. “Prove it, show me how insane you really are and take action.” 

The smile that appeared on her face once she answered his question only made him smirk at her, she was good. She probably ate people alive with intoxicating words, looks, and touches like the ones she was using on him. It was as if she had the ability to read people, she knew what to bring out, what to claw at and Jace knew he was up for the challenge. He was up for every single challenge she wanted to throw at him – ready, willing, and prepared to win. At her next comment he lifted his hand up to her jaw, running his index finger against the soft skin that covered it so perfectly. “I guess I’m just gonna have to prove myself but don’t be so sure you’ve got me wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours. You’re on the same thin line of expiration.” Jace kept his eyes on his finger, moving it to her hair. Looking into her eyes once again, “Looks like you have something to prove as well.” 

Prove it.

It was a challenge wrapped up in two simple words and Charlie had never been one to back out of a challenge. Although most knew better than to challenge her. She studied his features as his finger explored her smooth skin and let those magic words resonate in the air around them again. It echoed in her mind as a trigger, a temptation that she couldn’t, nor wanted to, escape. There were numerous way that she could display her insanity but it wasn’t how Charlie worked. She was challenged and did without thinking, it was how her insanity was best captured. Raw and uncut. Her hands pressed against his chest to shove him off as the adrenaline flared up. Eyes scanned the room for a weapon beside her already bruised knuckles. A gun holster with a lovely gun. God, she loved America. “Sorry, sweetheart,” she murmured in the ear of the man whose gun she shamelessly stole before twisting him around to hold him at gunpoint. She had her weapon, her shield and her wicked grin in place. It wasn’t her first time and wouldn’t be the last. Alcohol and drugs in all its glory, but nothing could ever replace the adrenaline that coursed through her veins.

Charlie flipped the safety and planted a bullet in the ceiling without flinching, the familiar pain rung in her ears and she heard the man groan in pain when she pressed the hot muzzle against his temple. “So this is how we’re going to do this,” she raised her voice to ensure that everyone would hear her in now the quiet bar. “You.” Her head nodded toward a young female. “Get goin’, collect everyone’s wallets.” It wasn’t a request but a demand, the crazy smile still tugging at the corner of her lips. For a moment she forgot why she was doing it, amidst the rush, before she threw a glance toward the man that had dared challenged her. She didn’t even know his name. “Now!” Head snapped back to the girl who hadn’t moved yet, voice hostile and a warning. “Tick tock...” Charlie warned before her head returned to the creator of this robbery with a soft smile, misplaced and crazy, but soft nonetheless. The night had proven to get even better after she found her victim. She had chosen well. “Your move, babe.”

[inure1x1]

deadly1x1.

It was as if she was coaxing his demons out just with a single look and Jace wanted more and more of it. He wanted her to stare into his soul and see the horror that lied within him. Jace was a different kind of monster from the kind people read about in books, he was the kind that wasn’t ashamed of it. There was no guilt living under the surface. He knew who he was, what he was, what he wanted, and he wasn’t ashamed of being that person.There was nothing to hide. He actually got enjoyment out of people figuring out just how monstrous he is. He’d flash a smile, that boyish charm radiating off of him pulling in a innocent victim before the smile faded and you were left with the horror of what he really was. He enjoyed seeing the change in their reaction when they realized they walked up to the wrong person, but this. This was different. It was like she knew he had a darkness in him and she wasn’t at all frightened by it, she wanted more just like he wanted more. They could go on all night, pulling and tugging at each others demons and enjoy every moment of it. It was crazy, insane even that these two people that didn’t even know each others names were speaking words that would make the people around them either stare with interest or turn away due to feeling uncomfortable. The way they talked in simple yet intoxicating words and the way their hands and bodies moved against each other was a challenge in itself. Once her hands ran against his skin his back straightened slightly at her touch. She was definitely different and Jace didn’t know if that was exciting or a warning sign, a warning telling him that everything could change if he allowed her to take him as a pawn in one of her games for the night. Then again, Jace liked the sound of that, he liked how dramatic it sounded and if she was going to use him he would use her as well. Leaning closer to her, he hovered his lips over hers, parting his slightly before moving his head to the side and whispering in her ear. “I hope you know just how dangerous this game you’re playing is.” Focusing his gaze on hers again he smirked, “What do you really want, love?” His voice was low, soft even. “You want my heart or you want me to play this game with you until you go completely insane?” Raising his index finger up to her lips he dragged it along them feeling the need to touch her. Jace could tell that she was the type to take both options, she was like him and she could get whatever she wanted. She’d take his heart and crush it while pulling him through the twists and turns of the game, just like he’d do and Jace was surprisingly okay with that.

There was something so dangerous about this entire situation that Charlie wasn’t accustomed to. She was the danger, the huntress that went for the kill but there was darkness in him that foretold that she would be hunted too. It was a thrill like no other, one that drugs couldn’t reciprocate and she wanted it. No, she needed it. In a matter of minutes, she had gone from hunter to prey and there was nothing quite like it. She wanted to be hurt, thrown into the fire, surrounded by flames, because it was exhilarating. All she did was hurt others, and while it was what fueled her, she couldn’t help but crave for the poison that coursed through his veins like it did hers.

Her gaze flickered between his eyes and lips when he leaned closer, the close proximity intoxicating as his breath brushed over her ear. It sent a shiver down her spine and her nails clasped at his skin, applying further pressure in hopes that it’d pierce his skin and draw blood. What did she want? It was an appropriate question but there were no answers that would truly measure up. She tilted her head backwards, dragging her lower lip over his finger amidst feeling her lips beneath soft fingertips. “I’m already insane, baby. Batshit crazy, no marbles left, fucking psycho...” She repeated words that had been spat at her with a sly grin as her hand retrieved, leaving his heart alone. 

“I want...” she murmured, pretending to think through his questions, “both.” Charlie smiled, batting her eyelashes at him like she did to all her victims; only difference was that she’d knew he wouldn’t buy it. Her hand rose, light fingertips running down the vein on his throat with fascination while she processed the idea of this game that they were about to engage in. One that would take longer than her usually ones that at most lasted for a week. But that were normal people, they were easy to break, he wouldn’t be. “I want your poison,” she concluded after a moment of silence. “Of course it all depends on how good you’ll fuck me, if you’re no good, you expire in the morning.”

[inure1x1]

deadly1x1.

This girl was different, anyone with two eyes and common sense could see that. It wasn’t like she was hiding it from the world. She was wearing it out in the open for everyone to see. Some would let her ruin them with one look of her hazel eyes and others would run the other way out of fear. It was the kind of different that Jace craved, the question was – was it a momentary craving or one he’d want more and more of? Either way he knew what he wanted now and when he wanted something or someone - he got it or them in this case. They were seemingly two people that had a few screws that weren’t properly tightened with the way they were already playing with each other like they were pawns but they were different monsters and that in itself intrigued Jace. They seemed to feed the same demons that tore their insides but there was still something so different yet so similar with the two and Jace couldn’t put his finger on it but he wanted to. He wanted to figure her out, reach into the depths of her mind and pull out the darkness he could see behind her bright eyes.  The feeling of her lips around his finger caused his eyes to fall from hers to her lips, it was like she knew exactly what to do to make his head spin and funny thing about Jace is he liked it best when his head was spinning out of control. She had the upper hand on him and in all honesty he didn’t know if he hated that or enjoyed it a little too much. He was usually the one with the upper hand, he was the one in control bringing people into his madness and leaving them questioning everything but here she was. This mystery women, so beautiful, so hypnotizing, enchanting, as if she was a siren calling for her prey with seduction only to rip their throats out with a smirk on her lips. Once she released his index finger he placed his hands on her upper arms and pushed her back against the wall behind them, pushing his body even closer to hers. “I’d like to see you try.” He said as his ran his finger up her arm, moving it higher and higher until he was able to run it along her jawline. His index finger made it’s way under her chin as he lifted her head so she’d look at him. “I don’t go down without a fight.” It was his way of accepting her invitation, making sure she’d know he wasn’t afraid to break her as well. He’d bite back with the same amount of force if not more. 

It was edges against edges. She could see the warning signs in his eyes, a depth that hid something ugly and dark. It was how he carried himself that intrigued him. It wasn’t just looks anymore, it was a trickling desire that burned her insides. Did she want to figure him out? No, but she wanted to see him in all his glory. All that ugly, rotten darkness that she recognized so well. She wanted to pry his chest open with her hands and put it on display for her to see. It was a sick, twisted desire and she had already buried her claws in him. No one night stand, no short little game. Her only agenda was to use and abuse. Rip him apart in the most beautiful way and she could only hope that he’d do the same to her. Charlie was sick of easy and there he was, served to her on a silver platter. An intoxicating man with no hesitations to accept her deadly challenge. He had nothing to lose and neither did she. 

A sharp inhale followed after she had been slammed against the wall behind her, his body all but pressed against hers in such a nonchalant way. He oozed off a certain confidence that told her that he wouldn’t let her get away with everything like most men did. She presented the challenge but he was one too and didn’t have to express it. It had only just begun but her head was already spinning with excitement for what was to come. If he was her demise, so be it. Charlie swallowed as his finger pressed underneath her chin to direct her gaze and smiled without hesitation when he told her that it was going to be a tug of war. Just like she wanted him. Her hand made its way underneath his shirt and ran up his warm skin until she found his heartbeats beneath her palm. Nails applied pressure but not nearly hard enough to pierce his skin. “This is mine now.” It wasn’t a question or a wish, it was finality. She took without asking and no one told her no. 

[inure1x1]

deadly1x1.

    It was a night like any other, a bar full of potentials for the taking, alcohol good enough to burn down someone’s throat, the smell of cigarettes gracing the air. Jace fed on the atmosphere, he waited for something interesting to happen or he simply made it happen himself. He dreamed of a moment of pure chaos to fill that room. He’d play the part of whatever someone wanted him to before showing his true colors and pulling the rug out from under their feet. That’s what this whole dance was about wasn’t it? Making his way inside a bar, scoping the place out for a girl to charm before winning her over and fucking her as the emotion behind his eyes fades, getting what he wants and leaving only to find himself in a bar the next night, ready to press restart on his games. There were a few girls he was thinking about talking to, one he made his way to that was talking his ear off about something he could care less about. He was bored. Yawn worthy. These days there was no one exciting, no one that tested him, made him feel challenged. They were all fakes, a waste of space and time in his eyes.      Turning away from the girl he looked ahead of him before his eyes landed on the hazel hues that were across the way. He watched as her fingers lifted and shaped into a gun, the action, left a small smirk on his lips. It was as if she was coaxing him over as if she knew exactly what would grab his attention. Unlike other girls that waited until he made the first move, she didn’t wait. She pointed him out and challenged him to come to her. Would he take that challenge? Yes. She was beautiful, the kind that seemed almost dangerous and Jace was hypnotized, he wanted to find out just how dangerous she really was. Walking towards her through the crowded bar he stood in front of her. Stepping closer and closer until he was only inches from their bodies touching. Reaching his hand up he mimicked her actions, making a hand gun himself and pressing his fingers against the skin above her chest and over her heart. Jace acted as if he shot it letting out the words “bang” as his eyes were glued to hers, no hesitation and no fear.

Normally they’d laugh, show up beside her and comment on the joke. No one saw it for what it was, a warning that if they chose to approach her, their hearts were at stake. It was the prize and she had collected many over the years. Albeit a boring routine by now, but she was too restless to settle into what others settled for. Tonight would be vastly different and Charlie knew it the moment he made his way through the crowd of people. She could feel a trickle of excitement settle in the pit of her stomach. They hadn’t uttered a word yet but she knew that she wanted to bring him to her hell. It was a desire and a hunger. Perhaps she had tossed back one too many glasses of liquid poison, but she desperately needed him to be different so she could escape the clutches of a dreadful routine. He had accepted her challenge without a ridiculous smile on his lips and didn’t that tell her something? Crazy had a tendency to attract crazy, and Charlie, well, she was insane. 

Her stare was unwavering when he snaked closer and closer and she realized that she had been right when his fingers pressed against her skin to retaliate. She caught his hand before he had the chance to retract it and brought it up to her mouth, lips wrapping around his index finger. Up close, he was even more mesmerizing and had she been anyone else, she would’ve swooned like the rest but that wasn’t how she was wired. Charlie let go of his hand only after she had made her way down his finger and up again. It was insanity at its finest, a dirty gesture with the help of a strangers’ hand. She didn’t care for his name just yet. “I want to break you,” she confessed as a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. It was another challenge, another invitation, to truly find out if he was special. Would he laugh with the belief that it was a joke or let her try?  

[inure1x1]

                    THE DEVIL NEVER SEEMED SO HOLY

Victims. Her eyes scanned through the dark and gritty bar, looking for her next victim. It was all they ever were. She wanted drinks and a good fuck, use and abuse them until the first rays of sun reminded her of a new day, new opportunities. Everyone and everything in her life were fleeting, specks of dust that she could wipe clean. Charlie didn’t want to be anything but a quick fix. One night of euphoria. Her fingers clasped the glass of pure vodka before she tossed it back and slammed the glass against the wooden counter. There were prospects, a blonde man who seemed so pure that it’d be a chance to corrupt him or the man already amidst a deep conversation with another woman. Both which give her a high unlike any drug could reciprocate. All thoughts that shattered the moment her eyes found him. She was shallow and he was beautiful; looked like he was cut out of marble. Just like that she had found her victim for the night. 

Someone had once informed Charlie that the best way to seduce a man was with patience, that she was supposed to treat it like a dance where she’d let him lead. All obscure nonsense that belonged to a society that she didn’t care for. When she wanted something, she made sure that it was hers for the taking. She tapped the counter for a refill before she waited for him to find the hazel eyes fixated on him. There was no subtlety in her actions, she was a sharp blade that cut through flesh without any hiccups. When he finally caught her gaze, Charlie raised her hand and slowly turned it into a finger gun, aiming for his heart without flinching. “Bang,” she mouthed as she fired her make-believe gun and then she waited for his move.