Ethan Landry : Oneshots - Scream 6

Ambers sister

Me and my sister didn't have a lot in common. We usually fought more than anything. I used to joke that I would sell her organs for a phone charger.

That was until she was brutally murdered. All because of Sam and Tara. They're the reason my only sister is dead. I know Amber did wrong too, bad things. Horrible things, even. But she didn't deserve to die like that. She was still my sister.

My days became so quiet after Amber died last year. Our parents didn't know what to do with me. Ashamed of what their other daughter had done, they tried to ignore me. Sure, they paid for my university expenses, but they never answered my calls. Living in a world without my sister felt dark and wrong. The feelings of loneliness was eating away at me.

But then I met him. Brown hair, brown eyes. A innocent facade which was hiding something more. Something different. He and I was the same. He had lost a brother, I had lost a sister.

Ethan stood in front of me, dressed in his Ghostface costume. A similar one that my sister had worn a year prior. He looked so pretty while plotting to murder people.

"Are you ready, Y/n?" He said, with a grin as sharp as the blade in his hands. He handed the blade back to me, handle first. A show of trust. Not that it was needed. Ethan was the only one who understood me. Him and his family, of course. Ethan had been by my side, holding me when the grief had been too much. I had supported him as well.

I took the blade, it felt heavy in my hand. Good. I couldn't help but to feel nervous. I had only killed once before. Some guy, he didn't matter. Was just warm-up. But the rush of killing... It was something else entirely.

"I'm ready." I answered the boy, and looked up at him. Ethan looked at me in a way that sent goose bumps over my entire body.

"You look so hot right now." He said, grinning.

"Focus." I said, smiling.

"I can't help it." He shrugged and ran a hand through his curly hair. The boy was quiet for a moment, hesitating. "When we've killed them, what happens with us?" He continued, not sounding as confident as before.

"Us?" I repeated, and looked down at the blade. I hadn't considered a after. "I don't have a future, Ethan. You know that."

"Neither do I, but I want you to be part of my future. I don't want us to end when Sam and Tara is dead."

"I want to kill Sidney too." I quickly said, locking eyes with him. "But I need to find her first."

He nodded.

"I'll help you kill her as soon as we've killed Sam and Tara." Ethan promised, and made a motion of crossing his heart.

"Would you do that for me?" I said, smiling wide.

"Of course, I want to do whatever you want." He was so close now. I couldn't help but think about his warmth. I took a step closer, breathing slowly.

I let the knife drop to the ground. I needed him. I craved him, his touch. Slowly I laid my hand on his chest. Ethan looked down at my hand, then at me. Having all of his attention was addicting. His gaze fell to my lips.

I moved a hand inside of his cloak, standing so close I could smell him. Feel his heartbeat under my palm. His skin felt like fire underneath my touch.

Before I knew it, I reached up and kissed him. A careful one. But Ethan kissed me back. He placed his hands on my hips. I pressed myself closer, but it didn't feel close enough.

I pulled away to catch my breath. But Ethan hadn't had enough. He leaned down and then his teeth were against my throat. I gasped, how could it feel so good? I had kissed boys before. Mostly while drunk. But none of those were like this.

"I want you to be mine." He whispered against my throat. He looked me in my eyes, as if he was hoping for a promise.

I smiled.

"We need to go, otherwise we'll be late for econ." I said, stepping back. Ethan breathed out.

"Yeah, of course. We can't miss econ." He said with a tone of sarcasm.

This boy will be the death of me.