~the next day~
~Vincent's POV~
I slowly blinked awake. I groaned in pain as I did; I ached all over, even though I couldn't recall most of the many ways those two idiots had tortured me the day before.
As I became fully conscious, I realized Ali was sitting on my lap in a position I was slightly uncomfortable with.
"Rise and shine, pretty boy~" She purred. I scowled and slunk down in my chair, which only worsened the situation as she pinned me against the chair, her hands forced down on my shoulder so hard I couldn't move at all. Not that I could move much, anyways.
"A-Ali...!" I yelped, squirming beneath her. "G-Get off of m-me!"
She grinned and pressed her forehead and nose against mine. I was honestly extremely uncomfortable with her this close to me.
"Now, now, Vincent... The more you squirm the worse it's gonna get...~"
I slowly stopped moving until I was completely still. She smirked and pulled away from my face a bit.
She chuckled and back up, then grabbed me by my shoulders and jerked me back into an upright position.
I shifted away until my back was all the way against the back of the chair, as far as I could get away from her.
"G-Get away from me," I hissed quietly.
She grinned and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. My eyes narrowed as I realized what she was doing.
"Ali.."
She pulled it up, revealing my stomach.
"Ali, don't you dare."
She pulled it up even farther. It was almost completely off now.
"Alison!" I whined.
She pulled the shirt over my head and let it fall down on my hands that were tied behind the back of the chair. She placed a hand on my chest and I felt my cheeks heat up as she bit her lip. I honestly felt extremely exposed and awkward at this moment.
"You're evil," I mumbled.
"Thanks," she said, smirking mischievously. She pulled her hand away from my bare chest. She pulled the shirt back over my head and pulled it down. Then she pulled off of me and turned before walking away, leaving me alone in the darkness.
Honestly I didn't mind the darkness and loneliness. I'd rather be alone in a cold, dark room than in a cold, dark room with her.
***
~Your POV~
You'd met up with the three at your house the next day.
Scott pulled up the pinpointed location on your cellphone again and held it up.
"How far is it?"
"A few miles. Not too far," Scott mumbled, turning the phone around to face himself again.
"Well, let's go, then." You muttered.
"Okay, but... But what if Vincent's... You know... D-Dead..?" Jeremy stuttered.
You shivered at the thought of Vincent's death.
"He's not," Scott mumbled, "trust me on that. If he's dead that girl's gonna end up in jail pretty soon because she obviously didn't hide the body well enough."
"Are we going or not?" You snapped.
"Okay, okay!" Scott hissed, handing the phone back to you. You heard them walking off to the car as you stared down at the location pinpointed on the phone.
It was time to save Vincent.
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Some Colors Never Fade (Purple Guy x Reader)
Fanfiction[SEQUEL TO 'A GUY TO DIE FOR'] Sometimes, miracles happen... And sometimes, they come at a price. It's been months since Vincent supposedly died, but as soon as he did, he was rushed to the hospital, and apparently there was still hope. In the end...
