EverymanHYBRID Imagines (COMPLETED)

Isn't She Lovely?: Vinny

I sit with Vinny, playing a game of cards, and cracking lame jokes and such.

He keeps looking at me, and I smile, feeling a blush come to my cheeks. He looks back at his cards, and I wonder why he keeps throwing looks my way. Is he into me that way? Does he like-like me?

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing. I was just thinking that you're looking really ... lovely today."

"Lovely? Vinny, I'm in sweatpants and a baggy shirt."

"Yes, well, I think you look very good today."

"Thanks." I blush again.

"No problem."

"How sweet."

We turn around and see Habit in the doorway. He has his head bowed, and an axe in his hand. It has blood on it.

"Isn't she lovely? Huh, Vinny?" Habit says slowly, walking towards us, licking the blood on the axe.

It makes me want to vomit.

"Habit," says Vinny. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Go."

He shakes his head. "I don't think so, Vinny. Not this time."

"Don't hurt her," he growls, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I'll do whatever the hell I want."

He grabs my arm and drags me out of the chair, then sits down, across from Vinny.

"What do you want?" Vinny asks.

"Isn't she lovely?"

I tense up. Habit grins at me, blood on his teeth.

"Leave her alone."

"No, I think I won't."

Habit stands up. "Guess a number, one to five."

"What?" I whisper.

He sighs. "I said, guess a number from one to five."

I swallow hard. My gaze is locked on Vinny.

"Four."

Habit sighs. "Sorry, Vin."

Then he turns around and slams the axe into his chest.

I scream as Vinny slumps over, dead, and Habit laughs, covered in blood. He comes over and smiles at me. I am crying now.

He cups my face in his hands.

Will he kill me next? Snap my neck? Or worse?

"She is lovely indeed," he whispers.