He knew you were different from the start. He bloody knew it.

He’d known Veronica was different, yes, she was as crazy as him, which made her intriguing. It made her interesting. Pity she hadn’t lasted long. He’d hoped to be the one to kill her. But Danny got the kill when her plan to drug them backfired and he stabbed her with his axe.

He met you at the same diner. You were new to the town- same backstory as Veronica. But there was this weird look in your eyes as you casually asked him about the 21, now 22 after Veronica, missing girls in the town. It was a weird kind of intensity…

He did what he did to scare people. Relish in that scream when they realised they were in the woods with four killers. But what was the fun of playing with someone if they were genuinely into what you were putting them through? She liked the crazy shit he was putting her through

He definitely knew you were different when you started toying with his friends. From one manipulative sociopath to the other, he could tell your game. And he loved it. For once, the hunters had become the hunted and you’d killed all his friends- Jameson had heard your shrill laughter echo in the woods.

He was finally confronted with you once everyone had been picked off one by one. Just you and him. But he had this awe in his eyes. Totally in love. Well, not love. A kind of obsession. You were somehow more deranged than he was. With Veronica, he’d teasingly asked her to marry him and they could go town to town killing people once he’d found her out. But with you? God he was already planning the fucking house you’d by and the way you’d slaughter people together. It was thrilling to find someone as capable, if not more capable, than he was.

“Oh God I’m in love-.” He said dramatically, hand over his heart and laughing, biting his lip to hide his smile like the stupid school boy he was.