He walked through the crowded streets, his footsteps light, the bright sunlight shinning down on his strawberry blond hair. He stopped for a moment, his bright blue eyes scanning the area, though it was hardly necissarry; he could have walked there with his eyes shut, he knew the way so well.
His blue orbs rested on a small, comfy looking cafe that just seemed to make everything look a little brighter. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual crazed, sadistic smile he had plastered to his face whenever he played his game of cat and mouse; it was a true, genuine smile of happiness.
He walked over to the cafe and opened the door, inviting himself inside. It was rather cozy and warm, the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. He paused to deeply inhale the delicious smell; although he prefered cupcakes, the bread did smell rather tasty.
A small bell rung when he stepped inside, alerting you to his presence. A wide grin spread across your face. "Hello, Artie!" Of course you knew his name; the strawberry blond was one of your regular customers, and you always tried to remember them. "What can I get you today?"
"Just a cup of tea, love." Artie stated simply, taking a seat at one of the tables. You nodded and began to boil the water. The strawberry blond watched you work out of the corner of his eyes, thoughts passing through his head at an alarming speed.
He wasn't sure what it was about you that first got him obsessed. Maybe it was that sweet, innocent smile of yours. Or maybe it was the way you laughed, the sound similar to that of a wind chime's. Maybe it was because you baked cupcakes. He'd tried one and, he had to admit, it was rather tasty; not as good as his cupcakes, of course, but good all the same.
But you really were beautiful. Simply thinking about you made Artie hard.
He wasn't quite sure what these weird feelings were. He thought, at first, that it was simply his bloodlust, his desire to kill, that fueled these strange feelings. But the more he saw you, the stranger these feelings got. His desire to see your blood fadded away and his desire to see something more was replacing it.
He wanted to hold you in his arms, to wrap his arms around your slender waist, to kiss your lips. But, really, what were these feelings? Obsession? Or perhaps something more.
Artie snorted at this. He had thought whatever human emotions he had were gone, replaced by the desire to see crimson blood stain his knife. Oh yes, it was all very strange. Very strange indeed.
"Here's your tea." You said with a polite smile, bringing the strawberry blond out of his thoughts.
He offered you a smile. "Thank you, love." You smiled again before turning around- only to be stopped by an iron grip on your wrist.
Before you could question it, you were pulled back against a firm chest, an arm wrapping around your waist in a possesive way. "A-Artie?" You stuttered, your cheeks beginning to burn.
As he held you in his arms, he realized what these feelings were. He moved his mouth to your ear and whispered three words that would haunt you for the rest of your life.
"I love you."