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To Write Love on His Heart Ch. 2

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Slenderman's POV

    It had been several weeks since Slenderman had gone into the vault and begun to put his plan into action. No one else in the manor knew what he was up to. He had basically locked himself in his office. Anyone who walked by would hear silence broken only by the odd mutterings in German. Finally everything was done. The necklaces were complete, he had even tried one on himself, just to test the strength o the magic and was shocked to find that when he had looked into the mirror he had brought into the office, a human stared back. He had even moved around, touching his face and pulled on the hair, it was all real. The magic was perfect. According to the instruction that (y/n) had included in the box, there was enough necklaces for everyone in the household, himself and his brothers included. It also mentioned that the necklace would in a way bond with the wearer, so only one necklace would work for each person, no matter if someone else wore it or not.
    He gathered up the items, not even resting before he walked out of his office, sending out a telepathic summons to all who lived there. He walked into the living room, the only room large enough to accommodate everyone. Soon enough, the inhabitants of his home began to wander into the room. Some in pairs or groups, some by themselves. Within a few minutes everyone was present.
    “Oi, what's with summoning us like that?” Jeff griped as he yawned, obviously having just been woken up. Everyone looked at Slenderman expectantly, except for Jane, who had punched Jeff in the face and the two were now bickering.
    “ENOUGH!” Slenderman yelled at the two, gaining their attention. He looked over the group in front of him. They were his responsibility to keep safe. He would do just that. “Jou all know of the recent increase in interruptions of our nightly activities, ja?” He asked. The grim looks were all the answer he needed. “From vat little information ve have been able to gather, I have determined that the threat is human in nature.” Wide eyes and murmurs spread across the room. “Ja, a group of humans have taken to hunting us. For now it is to dangerous for anyone to go out on their own. Though that is no guarantee that there vill be no incidents. As such, until I am able to collect more evidence about our new enemies, I have a mission for all of jou. It is not something that jou are gong to particularly like or enjoy.” He paused and once more looked across the room, staring at every individual with his blank face. “We must survive. As such I have devised a plan that will ensure jour survival. Some of jou vill be staying here at the manor. Others, I vill be sending out into the human vorld. Vere jou vill live as a human for the time being.” He was met with cries of outrage. It was understandable. After all, they picked up on the subtext. Living as humans meant no unnecessary killing.
    “ENOUGH!” He shouted again. “DO jou vish to die? If so, by all means valk out those doors now.” He gestured toward the general direction of the front doors. “If not stay here and let me finish.” No one moved. “Gut. Now. I have spent these last few veeks vorking on something that vill hopefully keep jou concealed for the time being. It vill allow you to pass off as human.” It wasn't exactly a lie. He had been working on it, he just was keeping her out of it. He held out a simple cord necklace, a small clear stone swinging lightly from the movement. “This stone vill allow jou to pass as human. It has powerful magic voven into it. Do not take it off. It vill give jou the appearance of a normal human and dampen any powers that jou may have. Just in case that is how they are tracking us. I vill be giving jou a folder as vell. In it jou vill find documentation and other information that vill help jou get by. I have set up bank accounts and housing arrangements for each of jou that vill be leaving the manor. In the folder is also a list of phone numbers. Keep this list safe and do not use it unless it is life and death. Understood?” After a few moments everyone  nodded. “Gut. When I say jour name come get a necklace and jour folder.” With that he started to list off names. Everyone whom he called did not look pleased, but took the necklace and their folder without much more then quiet grumbling. After the last folder was handed out he dismissed them. Giving the ones that would be leaving twenty four hours to collect what they wanted from their rooms and head to their new, temporary homes.
    Slender himself returned to his office. He went through the remaining papers, throwing out what needed to be thrown out and organizing the rest. He picked up a small stack and was about to file it away when a small slip of paper fell to the floor. He picked it up and read it over to see where it belonged. His brow shot up as he read the small page.

'To my dearest,
I know it has not been easy this last century. We have been at odds for sometime now. I will admit, I have been lonely without you to keep me company. My books do little to easy the hole in my heart. I know that you still feel as though I betrayed you. I know this is why you have locked me away. You cannot kill me as you once swore to never harm me. Being a creature of your word you have held true to this promise. It is a part of why I love you. Anyway, I wished to tell you that you needn't worry about keeping me any longer. I have recently finished weaving spells and enchantments into The Vault that will allow you to navigate it as I have. I hope that my library serves you well, my love. I have left written instructions on the desk of my quarters on how to use the codex and on the filing system, should you ever need help.
Before I finish this, before I write the final two words of my story, I wish for you to know that I meant no harm, all those years ago. In fact it was quite the opposite. They were going on witch hunts, love. Hunting down creatures like you and I. I had to do something, anything that would protect you and your family. So I did what I do best, I wrote a story. I made you and your brothers legends. Myths. Stories humans would tell to scare each other. As humans tend to believe that if it just suddenly appears in a book, it is a work of fiction. Of make believe. And they did. They stopped the hunts. You were safe. Even now, I will admit that I have been using my influence to keep the stories of those in your household kept secret, kept safe by turning them into myths themselves. After all, there is a power that only words hold. A spell they weave. You can use this to your advantage. Or so I hope. I am sorry I was unable to tell you this until now. You can be quite stubborn you know. No matter what happens, please know that I love you, and I always will.

With all my heart,
(y/n)

The End'

    His pale hand began to shake. She did not write those two words lightly. In fact, she rarely wrote them at all. He dropped the page, as well as the rest of the papers he had been holding and ran back to his desk. He pulled out the bottom most drawer and practically throw out its contents. It wasn't there. The little black there bound journal wasn't there. Your book was gone. Missing.  He began to panic. Immediately he teleported into The Vault, not even bothering with his normal routine. If what he feared was coming to pass, he didn't have time.
    “(Y/N)!” He called out, desperation lacing his voice. He had to find her. He took off into the endless rows of books, hoping he wasn't to late.


*Your POV*

    You had done it! You had finally retrieved your book! All this time he had kept it, holding hostage to use it as a way to control you. As long as he was the master of it, you were forced to do what he asked of you. It was the price you paid for literally being bound to a book. But that was about to change. You had done everything he had asked of you. Had waited patiently for decades for him to come back to you, to try and repair the chasm that had grown between the two of you. Yet, so far nothing. Just the odd request here and there. Oh, and more yelling. It broke your heart, what was left of it at least.
    Your were dressed in your customary attire. The clothes you would wear if you were out to kill. Black leggings that disappeared into black knee high, heeled boots. The black button up blouse you often wore with your red taffeta skirt, a black and silver corset held snugly around your waist, ending just below your breasts. The lace gloves replaced by fingerless leather gloves. A white mask with black ink splotches littering the right side was already on your face. Your book was in your hands as you climbed onto your pyre. If you were going to finish this, it might as well be as it started.  
    You lit a match and dropped your book so it sat at your feet. It was finally time to write those two words. Those two final words. You let go of the match, closing you eyes as you waited for the dry pages below you to catch flame.
    “(Y/N)!” You brushed it off. He wouldn't have your note so soon. It was well hidden. It was just your mind playing tricks on you. Just as you knew the fire would begin, something wrapped around you pulling you hard against something. Opening your eyes you raised your masked face. He was there holding you. A burnt out matchstick wrapped in one of his tentacles.
    “Don't jou dare every try that again...” He breathed out as he leaned down to rest his fore head against your masked one. One of his hands reached up under your mask, stroking your cheek softly.
    He took off your mask, throwing it into the pile off books. He hand quickly returned to caressing your cheek. You were crying. You could feel the inky tears rolling down your face.
    “Stop...” You whispered. “Stop! Stop it!” You shouted when he didn't respond. You pushed away from him and he let you go, his tentacle releasing you. Instantly you fell to the ground. “Just stop this!” You pleaded.
    “Just stop it... I know you care nothing for me anymore. I am just a means of information now. So, just stop this! I can't take it anymore! Just let me burn, let my pages turn to ash. Let me be free from this Hell!” You screamed, all your frustration, your longing and sadness echoed in those words. You rose to your feet shakily, stumbling as you made your way back to the pyre. After grabbing your mask you crawled up it and made yourself comfortable, wrapping around your book and the mask.
    “Light the fire and set me free...” You choked out. “I can't take the pain of this any longer. Set me free, Slender.” You looked at him, staring straight where his eyes should have been. “Please, my love. Set me free...Just set me free...”
And chapter two ish up, this may be the shortest of the x readers, but the reader's character is vital for the story to continue.



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