warnings : kissing, teasing, murder, gore, toture, not proof read!!
wc : 0.6k. authors note : I love James patrick march so bad. I stay up and think about him.
James patrick march is a violent man, and somehow you'd fallen in love with him. It had been a random night at the hotel cortez when you had walked in, it wasn't some grand gesture but when James saw you he knew that you'd be his. He tried everything that night, all his charm and tricks. And it definitely had worked, i mean how couldn't you fall for a man like him?
there is only one thing he loved more than murder and that was you, so when he found out that you also dabbled in his bloody hobby he practically begged to murder someone with you.
"You're getting blood all over my new dress!" You snap at him when the thrusts of his knife into the poor guys neck makes a splatter that hits your dress.
James sighs taking his knife and wiping the blood off of it with a handkerchief, the shiny ornate blade catching the light perfectly. It was a gift from you on your 46th anniversary together. James adored it, you hadn't seen him murder someone without it.
The man tied to the wooden chair thrashes for a second. James couldn't help but smile as the man gurgled what sounded like a prayer as his blood fills his lungs and mouth.
"Your God is not going to save you now" James mocks using his knife to push the man's chin to look up at us, his face was bloody and whatever recognizable features on his face were now long gone. You hum nodding, pouting your bottom lip out mockingly.
"Poor thing believes he'll be saved.." you sigh while gently pushing the man's bloody brunette hair out his face before tilting his head all the way back to expose his neck.
You take your knife gliding the sharp tip across the subtle stubble on his neck before plunging it deep into it, it caused the man to scream and pass out due to the ammount of blood that poured out of him.
"Where is your God now?" You snarl with an eye roll as you dig the knife deeper into his neck.
James groans turning to face you fully, "darling, you are just heavenly when you take someone's life." He smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist. He buried his face into your neck kissing the small traces of blood on your soft skin.
"And you dear, are just as devilish." You tease leaning back into him. Your hands finding his on your body.
"Am I now?"
"You no you are, james. No need to tease," You smile kissing him, your hand finding his perfect black hair and running through it.
Jame kisses you deeply tasting the faint blood on your lips that splattered, it took everything out if him to not just take you right than. He's a classy man after all and has to have some self control.
"You will be the death of me, dove" He murmurs against your lips. his hands finding you hips and pulling you flat against him.
"You love me." You tease, barely pulling away to look at his face before stealing another quick kiss.
"You know i do."
James dark eyes flicker across your face, his thumb rubbing gently on your hip as he seemingly studied your face. A small smile forms on his pale face as he cups your cheek pulling you in for another kiss.
