You had had to face the killer on more than one occasion, but the fear never got any easier. The killer had broken into the Kappa Kappa Tau house and you had no idea if anyone specific was their target or if they were just planning to massacre everyone or anyone that crossed his path. Everyone had ended up stuck in different areas of the house, trying to survive, unable to contact anyone for help and being forced to use your instincts to survive.

Both you and Chanel #3 had been in the kitchen and had tried to make a base there, hoping the killer wouldn't find you. You had no idea where anyone else was, but you hoped they would survive the night. The only good thing was that you knew the woman you were in love with was safe as she was sat next to you, her knees pulled up to her chest.

"C-can I tell you something?" You croaked, scared that your voice would be heard by the killer, but you desperately needed to tell her the truth that you had hidden from her for so long.

"What do you need to tell me?" She asked. "You can tell me anything."

You paused. Somehow you were more scared to tell her how you felt than you were of the killer lurking in the sorority house.

"I've liked you for a while, I just was far too scared that you'd hate me if I ever told you but if we are both about to die, I don't want to die without you knowing."

A gentle smile curled on her face as she held your hand comfortingly. "I'm kind of into you too."

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was sweet and loving and helped settle your racing thoughts, knowing that even if things didn't work out well, at least there was one thing that had been settled before your untimely death.

"Neither of us are going to die tonight," she told you as she peered over the kitchen island to make sure no one was there.

She reached over and grabbed one of the large kitchen knives from the block, holding it up with a look of pride on her face. With a confident stride, she headed out of the kitchen, looking for the trouble that was lurking around. No matter how you called out her name, she continued off to try and save the day, leaving your quivering on the floor, hoping that something went well and she would come back to you.

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Written by Charlotte.

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