Killer Ways (ON HOLD)

Summary:

Michael Ramsey was born to be a cold blooded killer.

But when Dylan Rylie catches his attention, will he change he killer ways?

Or will Dylan suffer the consequences of catching Ramsey's attention.

Prelude:

 As i lay dying, i try and remember all the good times.

And all the bad times, we had together.

 We were in love, but the murder inside him killed us.

He killed our chances of being together, he killed me.

He killed me, killed me dead.

Or did he?

Chapter 1 

Have you ever been blinded by love?

So blinded, that you didn't even think when he came home covered in blood.

But when you do think back to it, it's to late to do a thing.

I have.

I met a murder his name was Michael.

He had a personality of a killer.

But the features of a god.

He did things that frightened people to the core.

He loved to finger paint with his victims blood.

He loved the feel of their blood on his fingers.

I remember him saying he pictured the smell of their blood, to fine wine.

You would think that this would frighten me.

But it didn't.

In my mind i knew i could fix him.

But i was so blinded by love.

That i didn't notice the most important fact.

That there was no fixing his killer ways.

But i know now.

My mistake was believing i could fix the killer that was inside of him.

I was fifteen when i met Michael Ramsey, and that day changed my life forever.

I was walking to Jennifer's house when i heard a blood curdling scream.

It came from Mr. Louis's house, across the street from Jennifer's.

Mr. Louis was a sixty year old scrawny little old man, who had the biggest heart.

I remember when i was six i fell off my bike and scraped my knee.

He carried me into his house and called my mom after putting a band aid on it.

He also use to babysit me and Jennifer when we were younger.

I walked across the street toward his house, to see if he needed help.

When i got to his house i saw the handle was broken.

I opened the door, and walked in trying to be as quiet as possible.

I walked into the living the room, and what i saw made me catch my breath.

A man in his late teens or early twenties, stood over Mr. Louis.

He held a huge kitchen knife, that was covered in blood.

I did the only thing any girl would do.

I screamed, and ran out the door.

I ran as fast as i could toward Jennifer's house.

But before i was across the Mr. Louis's yard.

I was yanked back by my hair.

I was pulled into the arms of a killer.

I expected for him to gut me.

But when i looked up at his face, blank eyes stared back at me.

Soulless eyes that looked like they could love no one.

I took at his features, and caught my breath.

He was beautiful.

He had messy chocolate brown hair, and the most entrancingly beautiful green eyes.

He stood at about 6'0 foot tall, and he had muscles any guy would kill for.

I was so entranced that i didn't realize he was looking me over as well.

"Bello." He whispered in Italian. (Beautiful)

"What?" I asked, not understanding.

"Sei bella" He said in Italian. (You are beautiful)

"I'm sorry i can't speak Italian." I said, shaking me head.

"Posso baciarti?" He said in Italian. (May i kiss you?)

"What?" I asked.

He smiled, and started leaning toward me.

He was trying to kiss me!

I pushed against his chest.

"No!" I yelled.

"Sei mia!" He yelled, pushing me against the side of Mr. Louis's house. (Your mine!)

He grabbed my face, and crushed my lips to his.

It was then that i fell in love with a killer.

When he pulled away from my face.

He put my hand to his chest.

" il mio nome'e Michael Ramsey." He said in his hot Italian accent. (My name is Michael Ramsey)

"My name is Dylan Rylie." I said, smiling.

"La tua miniera Dylan." He said pointing to me than to himself. (Your mine Dylan)

I nodded getting what he meant.

I was his.

And he was mine.



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