Outcast oneshot book.

~Love hurts.~

You nod with a slight blush. "What, they're sweet! I would love to have a relationship like these.."

He shakes his head, tucking a strand of his ebony hair back behind his ear. "Whatever you say y/n. You do you."

You take the book back from him to go find a seat, leaving Sebastian to roll his lavender eyes and go back to stocking the bookshelves.

You settled in a bean bag chair, you eagerly opening the manga in your hands, vampire romance was the best on Fridays.

Come to think of it, wasn't one of the boys here in school a vampire? Jackson Hallows right? Well, that was just a theory anyway.

"You enjoy manga too?" A soft voice asks, making you look up to the cotton candy colored hair boy that made the girls fall like dominos.

"Oh, yeah. I like reading them sometimes.. The romance ones are to die for! Do you read them to?" You ask with a smile.

He chuckles and shows you the massive amount of manga in his backpack which was pink with cupcake designs.

You both laugh and begin to talk, it was funny, it felt like you've known him all your life.. Yet you've only really started talking to him today.

While you fangirled over one of your various anime crushes, you failed to notice a sparkle in one of Amour's rosy eyes.

Or the grin that stretched on his face, revealing tiny fangs.

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Weeks turned into three months, which had made you fall for him even harder.

Sometimes in the halls, you could see Lockheart shaking his head, muttering things under his breath.

Amour was holding your hand in his as you both walked the halls of the school, he stopped wearing the blindfold months ago, allowing you to see his pretty pink eyes.

He stared at you with love and admiration in his eyes, they still had that sparkle you've grown to love.

He kissed you on the forehead then went to run to his locker to get a few things for his next class, leaving you at yours.

You had opened your locker, only to get slammed into it, meeting the angry eyes of Tiffany and her goons.

"Why you little b*tch! You stole Amour from me! You don't deserve him!" She snarls, with a pout.

"What? He's just my friend."

"Thats what they all say!" One of her goons yelled, while the other glared at you.

"Is there a problem here?" You hear Amour's usually soft voice drop to a sinister tone, almost murderous.

Tiffany turns to him with a big grin, she runs her hand up his chest to toy at his boy tie. "Oh, nothings wrong cutie pie~! We're just talking!"

He grabs her wrist with and iron grip, slamming her into the locker by the throat. "Don't you f**king lie to  me you b*tch! Don't you ever touch my y/n again!"

Her grin fell as her pupils shrank in fear, she clawed at his hands.

"Call of your b*tches and get the hell out of my face you sl*t!" He growls and throws her down onto the floor.

She crawls away from you both, her friends chase after her.

Amour's breathing is heavy and his eyes.. They lacked pupils.. Leaving them a dull pinkish red.

He turns back to you and seems to relax as soon as his now pink eyes meet yours, he smiles as if nothing happened.

Your beginning to think this is what Lockheart wanted to warn you about.

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Amour was starting to scare you.. He'd show up at your house at the crack of the dawn with random gifts.

You've even woken up to have him sitting at the end of your bed, pink eyes glowing in the dark down at you.

Until....

The severed head of Tiffany was in his hands, he grinned at you with the happiest grin you've ever seen.

"It's for you! Don't you like it sweetheart!?" He giggles shaking the head, getting blood on your carpet.

You started to back away from him to get the phone.

"Baby! I did this for you! They were hurting you! I took care of the problem!"

Just a little closer.. Your hands could barely reach for the phone.

"You don't like it..." He drops the head and hops on top of you, pinning your arms down.

"You ungrateful b*tch! Do you have any idea what I've done for you!? Why can't you f**king see! You belong to me!"

Your blood ran cold as sweat poured down your forehead, you little heart pounding in terror.

"I guess I don't need you anymore! You've rejected my love!" He pulls a large silver and magenta blade out of his school blazer.

You let out a gasp as the blade suddenly enters your ribs, over and over, your blood staining his clothes.

"Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!" He shouts with each stab of the blade, the cold silver getting tainted with blood.

The last thing you saw was those pink eyes.. That would haunt you forever as you let out your last breath.

Its true what they say.

Love hurts.