A/N: I recently got inspired to start writing again and since I looooove V!Faust, I figured I'd give writing about him another shot. I used a couple of black metal slang terms in this chapter, they will written in bold and their definitions can be found down at the bottom! Also, thank you so much @ill-skillsgard for all of your help with this!!!
Pairing: V!Faust x Reader/OFC
Description: She wasn’t from his world, that much he knew immediately. He didn’t mean to notice her, but he did. He was too proud to admit it, but she captivated him, she intrigued him, she lured him to her without even trying, without even knowing it. She was too scared to admit it, but he captivated her too, she was drawn to him. They didn't belong together, anybody could see that, but they wanted each other. Their love was strange and, frankly, it made them uncomfortable.
Warnings: use of adult language, 18+ only
Word Count: 723
She wasn't from his world, she didn't belong here, that much he knew immediately. Faust didn't mean to notice her, but he did. He certainly wasn't glad that he noticed her because not long after he did, so did his friends.
"Look at that fucking poser," the new guy in the group teased as he pointed her out to the group. God, he hated that son of a bitch even more now.
"Think she's lost?" another guy chimed in, asking jokingly. The guy was Neck, a close friend of Faust's, but now he couldn't help but be annoyed by him. Of course he was joining in on the pathetic poser's little joke. Everyone in their circle thought that piece of shit new guy was kvlt, well, everyone except for Faust. Faust saw through his little charade, saw him for the poser that he really was.
"Forget her, gentleman," the more eccentric member of the circle, Draugr, said as he joined the group, "we have business to attend to. We go on in five," he concluded as he ushered the members of his band backstage, leaving Faust and a few others behind with the rest of the metalheads there for the show.
The idiotic little poser had gone with them, he was their new lead vocalist, which meant she was temporarily safe from his ridicule. As for Neck, he had the attention span of a puppy. Within seconds of the band's departure, his attention was drawn away from her and towards a more pressing matter, debating how grymm tonight was going to be with a fellow headbanger.
Faust couldn't help but roll his eyes at this. It was safe to say that he was getting bored of this life, bored of his circle of friends, bored of the scene in general. He still liked the music, he loved the music, but the scene itself lacked the same flare it once had. It was fun when it was new, but now it had gone stale. The posers had infiltrated, the integrity had long been lost, and the desire to be original, to do something new and innovative had dwindled within the community. It wasn't about the music anymore, it was about the money and the fame, the exact opposite of what the truly evil men who founded Black Metal wanted. This bored Faust, he was bored, or at least that was the excuse he gave himself to explain why his attention kept drifting to her, the mousy girl in the corner.
It was obvious to Faust that she at least tried to blend in, what with her shiny new leather jacket that she probably bought the night beforehand, little black dress that was just an inch too long to resemble those the "pumas" usually wore, combat boots with an evident lack of wear to them, and intentionally smudged, dark makeup. Her failed attempt at fitting in was pathetically adorable, she was adorable, all the more reason why she didn't belong there. In a dark, crowded venue filled to the brim with loud, violent, angsty, immature metalheads all looking for any excuse to wreak some havoc, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Despite cowering back in the corner like a wallflower, she still drew so much attention to herself just by being there.
It was clear she didn't belong there and yet she so willingly stayed, that intrigued Faust. He kept his eyes on her for the rest of the night, deciding to hang back in a corner on the opposite side of the venue rather than to spend his time in the mosh pit with the rest of the headbangers in order to get a better look at her so maybe, just maybe, he could figure out what she was doing there in the first place. However, despite his persistence, Faust never did figure out why she was at the venue that night.
One second he was observing her from afar, then Neck beckoned him, yelling out for him to join in the moshing for the final song. Faust shook his head, letting the shorter metalhead know that he would, in fact, not be joining him before reverting his attention back to her. However, when he turned his gaze back to her, he'd found that she was no longer there, gone without a trace as if she'd just disappeared.
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kvlt: adj. usually meant as a way of poking fun at the people who take Black Metal too seriously. Since Faust would obviously be one of those people that took it too seriously, I figured he would use it in less of a joking kind of way and in more of way to describe people like him.
grymm: adj. used to describe something cool, awesome, ‘metal’, wicked, etc. (the world ‘evil’ is also often used this way in metal/black metal slang).
pumas: I’m not sure if this actually a slang term that they use, but I do know that when the group of girls first walked up to the part in Lords Of Chaos, Hellhammer (played by Anthony De La Torre) says “fuckin’ pumas” while pointing at them. So I assume that “puma” is used to refer to a hot, metal chick like the girls that were at the party, the girls that would show up to their shows, their female fans, the girls they would sleep with, etc. It’s sort of like their groupies, but not really because according to Euronymous, “they don’t have any fucking groupies.”
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taglist: no one at the moment (let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist for this story)
A/N: I know this chapter is super short, but I promise I’ll make it up to you all. Chapter Three is a little over 1,000 words (the length of a normal chapter) and I have a Swedish Heat (hehe I mean, Kasper Nordin) oneshot in the works. Chapter Three will be posted next Saturday (my typical posting day) and the Kasper oneshot will be posted next Thursday (I decided to post it earlier in the week to make up for the shortness of this chapter haha). Also sorry the spacing is weird on mobile, I still can’t figure out why that is.
Pairing: V!Faust x Reader/OFC
Description: She wasn’t from his world, that much he knew immediately. He didn’t mean to notice her, but he did. He was too proud to admit it, but she captivated him, she intrigued him, she lured him in without even trying, without even knowing it. She was too scared to admit it, but he captivated her too, she was drawn to him. They didn’t belong together, anybody could see that, but they wanted each other. Their love was strange and, frankly, it made them uncomfortable.
Warnings: mild anxiety/nervousness, one swear word, 18+ only
Word Count: 527
She hated that concert; not because it was loud or one fistfight short of being of a wholly violent experience. No, no, she hated it because she was alone and she wasn't supposed to be. She only went to the concert because her roommate, Onya, was supposed to meet her there after work. However, unfortunately for her, Onya was a no show. With no convenient way to communicate with her roommate, she was left wondering if Onya would show up at all.
Maybe Onya's just running late. Maybe she's stuck in traffic. I'm sure she'll be here any second now.
These were all excuses she fed to herself while waiting in the loud, crowded venue for Onya to arrive. So, she sat there at the bar, nursing a lukewarm beer, which tasted like watered down piss, and listening to the snide ridicule aimed at her by a few people in the venue, all of them pretty far away from her but just close enough that she could hear them.
At first, she felt a few sets of eyes glaring and staring at her as she kept her head down and slowly sipped on her beer; however, once the band started to play, she could only feel the gaze of one set of eyes on her. On one hand, she wanted to look around the venue to see if she could spot the person who was staring. However, on the other hand, she was afraid to see who it was; she was afraid that it might be some daunting headbanger with murder in his eyes or some creepy perv, and honestly, she couldn't decide which was worse. So she kept her head down and remained rooted in place at her seat in the corner of the bar until she finally found an excuse to get out of there.
Finally, right before the band began to play the last song of the night, she realized that Onya wasn't coming and mentally berated herself for not realizing that sooner. However, she was relieved that she’d finally realized that as it gave her an excuse to leave, so she grabbed her stuff, tipped the bartender, and got ready to finally high tail it out of there. It wasn't that the music was horrible, it was fine, incredibly loud and not really her taste in music, but fine nonetheless. The band was clearly talented and she could see why they had such a massive following in terms of underground standard, but between the mysterious person who had their eyes on her the whole night, the fact that she obviously stuck out like a sore thumb, and the snide comments that she had been on the receiving end of earlier, her anxiety was at an all-time high and she was more than ready to get the hell out of there.
Before she left, she spared one last glance around the venue to see if she could find whoever had been staring at her. However, when she turned up with no leads, she decided to just chalk it up to her own paranoia. After she got out of the venue, she called a cab and promised herself that she would never go to one of the concerts ever again. That promise would later be broken.
Umm I finally watched Villains and Funhouse last night soooo I’m officially adding Mickey, Jules, and Kasper Nordin to list of people/characters that I write for!!
Sooo I finally got around to posting the next chapter of this 😂😂
And sorry the header and the “keep reading” cut off are missing, I was too lazy to go find the pic in my camera roll, add it, and then log on to my laptop, sign in, and add the cut off as well. 😅😂
Hopefully it won’t take me so goddamn long to get around to writing the next one 😂
Sorry for the wait. Also sorry it’s kinda short.
Taglist: @beyond-the-ashes @siriuslymooned
Elle was left like that, alone and in a miserable state, for what felt like forever. Really it was just a few hours, but time goes by slowly when you're restrained to a bed and covered in your own bile, or it did when she was left like that. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to an eternity as Elle sat there.
She'd attempted to free herself multiple times, but to no avail. She'd screamed for help, attempted to chew off the belt on one wrist, kicked the landline on the bedside table onto the floor and attempted to dial the number for emergency services with her toes; she'd done everything she could think of and the it only left her tired, still stuck in her restraints, and with a sore shoulder. So she gave up on her attempts and somehow managed to Will herself to sleep, deciding that being unconscious was better than being awake at that moment.
Eventually, her arms began to go tingly and fall asleep from being held up for so long and her bile had soaked through her clothes, the enzymes and stomach acid within it burning at her skin, irritating it and causing it to begin to itch. By the time she was found, it was obvious that she'd have a rash from being left covered in her own vomit for so long.
The person cursed with finding the girl in such shape was non-other than Faust's older brother; a Norwegian born, American raised male in his late twenties with piercing, pale green eyes and skin covered with tattoos and streaks of grime and oil left over from a rough night at work. He knew Elle well enough, although she did not know him at all. He'd seen her one night when he followed his brother. His reasoning for following his brother that night was a pretty solid one as it regarded him sneaking off a night and lying about where he was going. The one condition that the boy's mother gave him in regards to allowing Faust living with his older brother was that Axel was supposed to keep an eye on him at all times, that he was to keep him out of trouble; which was pretty hard to do if he was sneaking around all the time.
So, he followed him one night to find out where it was that he was sneaking off to. Faust had always told him it was for work, but Axel knew better than that. Axel knew that Faust worked at his friend's record shop and, more importantly, that the shop always opened at an hour past noon and closed at two hours to midnight, never earlier and never later, so there was no reason why Faust should be sneaking out at one in the morning for work.
Just as Axel suspected, Faust wasn't going to work, in fact he didn't even really work at his friends record store, sometimes he helped out, but that was rare. Faust actually spent most of his time following around a girl, a girl that Axel would learn from weeks of asking around was named Ellise Vidal, the same girl he found unconscious and restrained to Faust's bed with splattered on the front of her clothes as well as on the bed beneath her.
Axel acted upon instinct when he saw the girl in that state, he did what came to his mind first and immediately went to free her from her restraints. As he attempted to undo the belt that held her right wrist in place, his fingers brushed against her wrist alerting her and waking her from her slumber. She jolted away from his touch immediately as her first response to feeling any touch after what happened earlier was immediate fear and panic.
"It's ok, I'm getting you out of here," Axel told her, speaking with as much of a comforting tone as he could muster, which really ended up being more of a borderline monotonous tone.
He then resumed freeing Elle of her restraints, moving on to undo the belt that held her left wrist in place after he had successfully undo the right side one.
Immediately after being freed, Elle spoke up, saying whatever she thought would get her out of the scene of the nearly hellish event and back home the soonest.
"He stole my car," Were the first words she said.
"What?" Axel inquired, not hearing her correctly the first time on account of the fact that she was mumbling nervously.
"Faust stole my car, he drove off in it after storming out. I have no way to get home," She explained, this time in louder and more clear tone.
"Okay... I uh... I can get that back for you when he comes back. For now, why don't we get you cleaned up and then I'll take you home. Okay?" Axel suggested, his tone becoming slightly less monotonous and slightly more comforting with every sentence he spoke.
"I wanna go home now," Elle said, her tone still shaky, unintentionally revealing how truly nervous and frightened she was.
"Don't you wanna get cleaned up first?" Axel asked.
"No, just wanna go home... now," she replied.
"You can take a shower here and I can throw your clothes in the wash with the sheets while you're in there, you can uh... borrow a change of clothes from me when you get out," Axel suggested, prompting the wreck of a girl in front of him to finally look up at him, to finally make eye contact with him. Her tear-filled, brown eyes met with his own pale green, bloodshot ones as she spoke, still using that shaky, nervous tone.
"Please just let me go home."
That was all that it took for Axel to finally give her what she want, with that he shut up and immediately led her to his car, helped her in, and took her home; getting her they successfully with the help of receiving directions from her. The entire car ride was silent, neither of them spoke. Axel needed to ask no questions or talk about anything, as he figured he'd just force the story of how she ended up like that out of Faust when he got home rather than pester her about it, as he assumed that talking about it was probably the last thing she wanted to do at that time. Elle was the same way, quiet and without questions. She didn't question who this stranger was that had freed her and was now giving her a ride home as she just assumed that he was a relative of Faust's based on his similar looks. Elle assumed that Axel was most likely Faust's older brother as he was too young to be his father, too old to be his younger brother, and physically too similar to him to be his uncle or cousin. She could've asked for his name, but she didn't. She hoped she would never need to know it just as she hoped she would never have another chance to see him because she knew seeing him would ultimately lead to one of two things; either her seeing Faust again as well or her having to talk and about and thus be reminded of what Faust did to her that night. Elle planned on burying what happened to her that night deep into her memory, never to be thought about again, if that was even possible for her.
Upon arrival, she quickly got out of Axel's car, mumbled a quiet "thanks" to him as she shut the car door behind her, all but ran up her driveway to her garage, and entered the code to open the garage door. Elle then retrieved the necessary supplies she knew she'd need to break in, as she didn't have her key on account of the fact that it was on the same key ring as her car keys, which Faust had stolen. After that she walked around to the side of the house and worked on breaking into her own room.
Elle first set down the step-stool she had taken from the garage and stepped up onto it. Next she grabbed the crowbar she had taken and slid it between the windowsill and the bottom part of the frame of her closed window. She then used all of her strength, or what she had left of it after her night of sexual horror, to pop open the window and break the lock of it. She then pushed up on the bottom of the windowpane, opening her window. Once she had done so successfully, she climbed in. She then shut her window and grabbed the bar she used to keep it locked with when the actual lock got sticky and she couldn't use it. She placed the bar in between the top of the windowpane and the midsection of it, keeping the window closed and from being opened up again.
Elle then worked on showering and changing into some new, clean clothes. After that, she threw her vomit covered ones in the wash and hung the leather coat she'd borrowed, which thankfully didn't get any vomit on it, back up on the coat rack near the front door. She then snuck back outside and put the crowbar and stool back into the garage before leaving to go back inside and closing the door behind her. Once she got back inside, she made it a point to go straight to bed, not giving herself the chance to relive the events of tonight within her conscious thoughts as she gave into her exhaustion and drifted off to sleep. Elle decided that she would deal with the emotional repercussions of what Faust did to her that night the next morning when she woke up. Thankfully, her subconscious mind was on the same page, allowing her to dream about the usual things rather than the traumatic experiences she had just hours before. For now, all was right in the world, she slept peacefully and saved all of her worries and grievances for the day to follow, leaving her temporarily carefree and somewhat content.
inspired by the lovely @ill-skillsgard and the equally as lovely @dreamtherapy
Ehh kind of a weak start, buuut things will pick up
“Elle, that creep’s stalking you again,” I heard one of my friends say with a tone of disgust, causing me to tear my attention away from my finger nails, which I had been picking at nervously for the last twenty minutes. I knew he was there, I could almost feel him staring at me from across the street.
He was always there, he was everywhere, everywhere I went, he went to, just to do what he was doing now; just to stare at me and my friends from a distance. He had been doing this for three months now and I still had no idea why. I mean, it was only about a half a year ago that he was screaming at me and telling me to get the fuck away from him, to stop following him around like some, and I quote, “loyal little lovesick bitch.” I couldn’t fathom why, after that, he had taken up following me and my friends around, and honestly, I wasn’t sure that I really even wanted to know why, I just wanted him to stop.
Having someone watch your every move is inexplicably awful, especially when that someone is a gigantic Scandinavian asshole with long dark hair and a belt with literal bullets sewn onto it.
I had made it a point to never acknowledge his presence, not even once, but today I’d just had enough of his shit, I was tired of being followed around by the same guy who, just a few weeks earlier, had verbally abused me, physically pushed me out the door of the place he was staying at, and left me to walk home alone, nearly naked in the freezing cold rain. To say I was pissed at him would be an understatement, I was livid, livid to the point of indifference. After that night, I had decided that he meant nothing to me, and if I ever saw him again, it would be too soon. I had planned on forgetting about him completely and moving on with my life, but as soon as I had successfully done that, he managed to unwarrantedly barge right back into my line of sight, taking up stalking me as one of his few hobbies. I was tired of being followed around, tired of seeing his face, tired of being reminded of the stupid bullshit mistake I had made when I developed a petty little crush on him, tired of seeing him staring into my bedroom window at night from across the street, tired of being under his 24/7 surveillance. For four whole fucking months, I had kept my mouth shut and just simply ignored him, hoping that he would get the hint and leave me the fuck alone, but no, he was still here, still everywhere.
So, I grabbed my bag, excused myself from my group of friends, and left the quaint little cafe we had all decided to get lunch at earlier that day. I stormed across the empty street and into the dark record store that he had been pretending to browse through music in for the last twenty minutes, only to be greeted by the sight of his big, green eyes staring me down from a few rows of records away. He wore a smirk on his face, clearly amused by the fact that I was finally acknowledging him. I clutched the strap of my bag, which I had sling over my shoulder, nervously as I stormed over to him, keeping my steps and eventually my voice quiet so as not to make a scene.
“What the fuck is your problem?!”I exclaimed in a whisper tone once I reached him as to not draw attention to myself.
“I can’t decided between these two albums,” He said nonchalantly as he stared at the two records he held in his hands.
“Why are you following me?” I asked, getting straight to the point.
“This one’s brand new, came out a few days ago and this one is a few months old, but I haven’t listened to either of them yet, just recently started listening to this band’s stuff,” He explained as if I gave a fuck.
“Faust, leave me alone,” I demanded.
“I am,” He said, finally acknowledging my statements, but still not daring to look at me, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the two albums he held.
“I wouldn’t call ‘perving on me through my bedroom window’ leaving me alone,” I persisted.
“Yeah, I was hoping, I would’ve been able to see you naked at least once by now, but unfortunately you’ve made a habit of closing the curtains and blinds before you change,” He said as he attentively scanned the song lists on the back of each album.
I scoffed in response before saying, “You told me to fuck off, that you didn’t want to see my... what was it that you said... disgusting? yeah that’s it... disgusting face again, and yet here you are six months later stalking me like a creep.”
“I said annoying,” He mumbled as he continued to eye the records in his hands.
“What?”
“I said you had an annoying face, not a disgusting one,” Faust replied, finally daring to look me in the eye, causing me to scoff once more, cross my arms over my chest, and roll my eyes.
“Whatever, just leave me alone, okay?” I said and turned to walk away, stopping in my tracks when I heard Faust speak up once more.
“I missed you,” He said, his voice barely above a whisper, as he refocused his gaze on the albums in front of him.
“Am I supposed to care?” I asked.
“I don’t remember you having this much of an attitude problem, Elise” he said as he moved to the cassette tap section.
“You know my name?” I asked suddenly, remembering that I had only ever told him my pseudonym, the one that I used for my graffiti.
“How do you think I found your house?” He asked rhetorically as he picked up a cassette tape and eyed the price tag.
“Do you still like the Grateful Dead?” He asked as he put back the first tape he picked up and eyed the others.
“How do you know I like the Grateful Dead?” I asked.
“I’m observant,” He said simply, daring to look in my eyes once more before turning his attention back to the racks of cassette tapes in front of him.
“So do you?” Faust asked.
“Yeah, but I’ve been listening to Nirvana more lately,” I said honestly.
“Of course you have,” He sighed as he grabbed a cassette tape in a familiar looking case and went over to the cash register with one of the two albums in one hand and the cassette tape in the other. He set them both down on the counter and forked over enough money to pay for the both them, handing it to the cashier.
“Will that be all,” The short man with long black hair behind the counter asked Faust with a monotonous, bored tone.
“Yeah,” Faust replied, seeming just as bored all of a sudden.
“Thanks, fuck off,” The guy said, still monotonously, as he handed Faust the plastic bag with his record, cassette tape, and receipt in it.
“Come on,” Faust said nonchalantly as he headed towards the exit, beckoning me to follow him.
“Here,” Faust said once we made it out onto the sidewalk, handing me the cassette tape as he spoke.
“What’s this?” I asked as I eyed it.
“Real music, none of that whiny crap or folk bullshit you usually listen to,” He replied causing me to scoff once more.
“Fuck you,” I spat in response to his derogatory comments about the music I usually prefer to listen to.
“They’re playing at the bar on Mariboes gate tomorrow night, I’ll see you there,” He said before turning around and beginning to walk away.
“No, I can promise you, you won’t,” I scoffed.
“You want me to leave you alone, right?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I said in a ‘duh’ tone.
“Then be there tomorrow night, if you do, I’ll consider leaving you alone,” Faust said before turning around once again and leaving.
“God I fucking hate him,” I mumbled under my breathe before crossing the street once more and returning to my friends back in the cafe, “fucking prick.”
A Brothers!Faust & Axel au fanfic inspired by @ill-skillsgard and @dreamtherapy
might fuck around and write chapter three tonight too, buuut no promises lol
taglist: @siriuslymooned
"Could have lied. I'm such a fool. My eyes can never, never, never keep their cool," Elle sang along with music humming out off her radio as she put the finishing touches on her dark crimson lipstick inside her parked car.
She then turned her head and directed her gaze towards the venue Faust had told her about, noticing how busy it was and how loud the sounds from it rang out onto the street. Sighing, Elle capped her lipstick and put it back in the glove compartment before shutting off the car completely and getting out. She then locked her car and stuffed the keys into the pocket of the leather jacket she had stolen from her father before beginning to play with the jacket's long sleeves as she walked across the street and over to the venue.
Elle waited a miserably long ten to twenty minutes in line before she was finally let in the venue, so by time she actually got inside and found a place at the bar, she was already ready to leave. However, she knew that wasn't an option because if she didn't suffer through tonight, then she would have to suffer through Faust's constant supervision for, potentially, the rest of her life. So, the young girl opted to grin and bear it as she sat down on one of the many bar stools and attempted to get the attention of the busy bartender. Once, she finally succeeded, she ordered a beer and waited patiently for the band's set to begin.
In preparation for tonight, Elle had spent the last two days listening to the cassette tape that Faust bought for her, only to discover that the band's music was somewhat tolerable, but not all that good. As if having to suffer throughout Faust's potent presence tonight wasn't bad enough, Elle now also had to suffer through the full set list of a band that she wasn't even a fan of, nor did she even really like. It seemed as if everyone within a fifteen foot radius of the young girl knew how much she dreaded tonight, because they all chose to stay away from her for the night; the two stools on either side of her stayed empty and no one even bothered to attempt to stand even somewhat close to her. Normally, Elle would've been offended, but tonight she couldn't have cared less. In fact, she was grateful for the moments alone.
By the time the set was over, Elle was suffering from a mild headache due to the loudness of the band's music accompanied by the screaming, yelling, and chanting of their fans. By then she had also drank her way through four beers and a few glasses of water, and, as a very self aware lightweight, the teen was definitely beginning to feel a bit tipsy.
She hadn't seen Faust at all yet, but she could tell that he was here because his little "circle" of friends was here and he always went out with them, always. Even if he wasn't in the mood, which was rare, he would still go out with his friends. In fact, in the short time she had spent hanging around that same group, Elle had never actually seen them go out at night without Faust.
Just then, her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something slightly tugging on her jacket's sleeve. Elle turned her head to the side to see who had tugged on her sleeve, only to discover that it was, of course, Faust.
"Let's go," He said, his voice barely audible over the loud music and chatter that filled the space, as he motioned for her to follow him.
She sighed in response before dishing out the cash she owed for her last few drinks, as she had already payed for the others, getting up from her seat, and following Faust out of the packed bar. She did not dare to follow to closely behind him, instead keeping her distance from him.
"Did you drive here?" Faust asked once the two of them got outside and stood on the sidewalk, searching the street lined with cars in front of him.
"Yeah," Elle responded simply as she picked at her nails, focusing on them as she felt the cold air sting her bare hands.
"Keys?" Faust said as he turned to face her and stuck his open hand out towards him, asking for the keys to her car.
She turned her attention away from her nails and towards the far too familiar metalhead standing in front of her, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she cocked her brow, as if to ask if he really thought she was going to let him, her creepy metalhead stalker, drive her car.
Noticing her resistance, Faust sighed before retracting his outreached hand and then extending it towards her once again for emphasis while saying, "keys," in a stern tone, now demanding, in just one word, that she hand him her keys.
Elle didn't budge, still standing there, silently challenging his authority. So, Faust closed the space between them, towering over her threateningly as he leaned down to get in her face menacingly.
"Hand over the keys, little girl," He persisted, his tone quiet so that only the girl in front of him could hear him, but still incredibly malicious.
Elle felt a shiver of fear run down her spine upon hearing that, and yet, she still stood her ground, her own venomous expression not leaving her face as she dared not to give in to the creep that stood dangerously close to her. However, she could only hold her own for so long, as what he said next caused the once wet saliva in her mouth to go dry and her once strong, defiant defense to crumble to pieces.
"Don't make daddy get mean," He threatened with the same quiet, yet violent tone as before.
What happened next was a blur, his words had instilled enough fear within her to completely entrance her. It was like she was under some sort of a spell as she silently took her keys out of her pocket and handed them to him, still wearing her deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression as she did so. It took her all of ten minutes to regain her attitude-filled composure, but by then it was too late to refuse him as she was already sitting in the passenger seat of her car, which he was driving to... well, to wherever he was taking her.
"Where are you taking me?" Elle asked suddenly as she self-consciously began to pull down her skimpy little black dress.
"Don't worry about it," He replied nonchalantly as he turned on to an unfamiliar street.
"You're not gonna like... take me somewhere and murder me are you?" Elle inquired.
"No, I'm not gonna like... murder you," He said, mocking her, causing her to scoff as she turned her attention to something else.
It was then that she focused on the loud ass music blaring through the car radio as he did so.
"What? Do you just carry tapes of your shitty music around with you everywhere you go?" Elle grumbled upon noticing that he had switched out her Red Hot Chili Peppers cassette for something else, something the citizens of Norway would never dare to play on the radio.
"It's better than you stupid, depressing shitshow music," He grumbled in response as he turned the volume up, much to Elle's dismay.
"You're gonna leaves me alone after tonight, right? You're not gonna follow me around anymore?" She asked suddenly.
"Depends." He replied.
"On what?"
His lips curled into a smirk as he replied, saying, “on whether or not you behave.”
