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About Privacy Policy. Visit Blog. Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern de and the best experience. Dark Souls fanfiction. I wanted to write a serial killer Steve for so long and I finally did… yayy! It had to be a really really bad dream.

Tom lay lifeless in front of you; gone was the lustre in his eyes and that smile on his lips. You and Tom were fellow detectives who worked together on majority of the cases. Most importantly, you worked together in solving the crimes done by The Artist. You had gone from colleagues to best friends soon after you had met.

While you were detective serious, he was detective goofy. You also had this stupid pact, that if by your 40s, you both were single, then you would marry each other.

You still remembered how just last night you had slapped his back and wished him good night as you left the precinct. You wished you could at least say a proper goodbye. I know this is difficult for you. But you wished you could just go home. Your passion of catching The Artist was now turned into blind rage. The Artist was a serial killer who you had been trying to catch for the past four years. In the early stages you were fascinated by his case, but by now you were obsessed.

The name was suiting as it perfectly fit his portfolio. He murdered his victims and turned them into various scenes. Each different than the other and all carried some message. Seeing Tom wash up along the river banks, you were sure it was the work of The Artist.

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You could correctly guess his psyche, The Artist thought Tom unworthy of being turned into art. It was really easy finding out that you and Tom handled the case. He observed you with the eyes of a hawk as you banged the door close and sank down into the couch with a loud sigh. Groaning you got up and disappeared into your bathroom.


Steve came out of his hiding place once he heard the shower start. Steve had waited for four years for you people to drop the case and accept him as superior. But no; you stubborn asses did have a death wish. He filled a glass of water and added sleeping pills to it.

But till then, he needed you to be compliant. He placed the glass on your bedside table and hid back as he heard the shower stop. You just thought the sudden tiredness must be due to all the stress and the super hot shower. Without making another sound, you fell back on the bed.

Steve always got euphoric when the prey willingly walked in the trap. Probably the toll of losing your friend was too much, Steve thought with fake sympathy. No worries though, he was going to send you to meet him soon enough. Before doing anything, he decided to take a look at your house. He loved nothing more than knowing about his victims. He searched your bedroom and walked through the kitchen and peeked into the fridge.

He looked into your closet and checked the books out on your shelf and went through your achievements. But then as he opened the door to the spare room, he stopped right in his tracks. The entire room was filled with… him.

There were newspaper clippings related to The Artist clipped on one side Dark souls 3 fanfiction the wall and his case files were strewn across the study table. But what made him completely change his decision was the small notes you had stuck alongside the photo and each and every victim. He walked closer to read and he was utterly spellbound. But you did, every single time. He killed to seek justice for those it was denied. None of his victims, well except Tom, were good people. They all had secrets buried in their backyards.

You had uncovered their secrets as well as the reason why Steve left them in the landscapes suitable for their crimes. You had described each and every one as if you were writing a thesis. There was no one else in this world who appreciated his talent, but you did. You understood him. You loved him. But then there are a few lucky ones who get to experience what it is to be loved by you. Till now, Steve had only loved his mother. He still remembered how he had spent all his time sitting by her bed at the hospital, praying she would get better. But still he wished she would somehow get magically cured.

He had been truly shattered when she passed away. But standing there, he knew he had found the one.

Steve Grant Rogers had finally found his soulmate. Steve had become your shadow. And with every single moment, he fell more and more in love with you. He had forgotten how good it felt to love someone.

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When he woke up, his thoughts were filled with you. And when you slept, he looked over you like a guardian Angel. He had waited for a whole month now since the day he fallen for you. He still got angry at himself to even think of harming you and undermining your abilities. No matter what others said.

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Steve was no psychopath. He was sane, rather painfully so. He knew when to play exactly what move to get what he wanted. And today, he was going to get you. You cursed the heaven and all the gods as the rain refused to stop anytime soon. Today morning you had been in a mood for a good walk and therefore had walked all the way up to the precinct. But the clouds had rolled in during the afternoon and ruined all your plans of going back.

Huffing with frustration, you pulled your coat close and started walking back home. Today, you decided to take the shortcut. The small alley which interconnected two ro was dark and ominous and you never ventured there. It was usually lonely and you were sure that due to this rain, not a soul would be there today. With quick steps you sped your way through the alley. But halfway through it, you heard the echo of footsteps. You slowed down your speed to hear their steps and to your horror, though you could distinctly hear the spattering of water by boots, you knew the person slowed down too.

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