House Of Wolves (Creepypasta Fanfic)

Chapter 22: Art

Bathory

The whole house seemed to be busy after Bloody Painter and Judge Angels came back; I managed to get some alone time with the Painter, looking through his sketchbook while he took his acrylics to a wall in my room. It was too "bland" he called it, and I gave him full artistic freedom to do whatever he wanted. I loved watching other people paint.

"So what's your story?" He asked suddenly, distracting me.

"My family died, I killed a few people, ended up here," I shrugged, "it's a long and boring story."

"Humor me," he chuckled, "can't be any worse than mine."

"Well then you go first mister smarty-pants," I snickered, watching him grin.

"I got blamed for stealing a girls watch, and a lot of people turned on me for one reason or another after that," he started, "the guy who framed me for taking it was trying to get the heat off of himself and he told me to meet him on the roof of the school. Kid fell off and I got blamed. I couldn't take it anymore one day and I just...slaughtered them."

"Bullies are rough," I admitted, "mine used my skin as an ashtray."

"Ouch." Bloody Painter turned to look at me. "You snap 'cause of that?"

I shook my head, feeling like I could talk about my past a little more with him; he might understand, "I wasn't supposed to be born, and when I was I wasn't supposed to survive. My parents did everything they could to keep me alive and ended up trading my soul to some demon for my survival; it turned me into a monster. I have to feed on people just to survive," I looked over, spotting Maven as she sat on my desk, "I got a protector, too. She's a living shadow, she was supposed to make sure nothing happened to me before I turned eighteen so whoever had my soul could come collect me."

"When do you turn eighteen?"

"Today." I felt an ominous chill run down my spine. "Something happened though; I snapped about a month ago and started feeding. It attracted Slender's attention and he sent Sally to watch me, but he didn't tell anyone else why she was in my town or who she was watching," my breath shuddered a little, "you can't say a word of this to anyone by the way."

"Hey, my lips are sealed," he held his hands up defensively while we chuckled.

"Jeff snuck into my house while I was out on a date and killed my parents," I finally spoke the words aloud, the Painter turning back towards me again with wide eyes, "he doesn't know it's me, but he saw me after I snuck back into my own house and tried to torch the place. Singed my hair good and sent me running for my life. Slender picked me up from my house and I've been here since."

"That's fucked, I'm sorry," he told me, and I just shook my head.

"Don't be," I closed his sketchbook, "Jeff doesn't know about any of it. I realized that and I've been holding it against him the whole time I've been here and I just...couldn't anymore."

"You're a lot more forgiving than other people," he admitted, getting to his feet, "there, she is complete."

The wall was decorated with a sketchy looking skull, painted with soft pinks and greens and yellows, with honey bees crawling over the surface. I adored it immediately, fawning over the masterpiece lovingly.

"Thank you so much," I whispered, a big smile on my face, "it's beautiful."

"I'm glad someone genuinely likes my artwork," he grinned as he packed up his paints, "I'm going to go see if Jack's cooking downstairs, want to come?"

"I think I'll pass," I touched my stomach gently, my meal the night beforehand more than enough to keep me satisfied for a while, "I'll catch you around though."