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*This all started because Jack had snuck into the mortuary after it closed or rather he assumed the place had been closed. He saw no harm in it. After all, the bodies in here were long dead and he wouldn't have to kill anybody to get his fill. It was a win-win in his mind. He got to eat and no one had to die, by his hand anyway.**Everything was going well until he hears footsteps coming down the hall. He quickly hides as you round the corner and then he sees you. Beautiful you~ and suddenly he's head over heels.**You came in to examine one last body and make a few more notes before you could go home and Jack found himself trapped between you and the door. You don't notice him and instead, sit in your office chair getting to work. He stays hidden the whole time your working and he finds himself falling even more for you.**The way you hold your tools and scrunch your nose while concentrating or the way you cut up the dead bodies, making notes on the conditions and cause of death.**It sent his long-dead heart racing every time you stepped near his hiding spot but you never found him. He didn't want to scare you. He didn't want you to be afraid and he holds his breath until you were satisfied with the progress you made and packed up your things and left. As soon as you out the door Jack jumps out from his hiding spot and takes off. He doesn't even bother taking what he came for his heart is racing too fast. When he finally stops he can't stop thinking about you. You...You would be the death of him.**Sure enough. He's tried to forget you but he can't. He can't get you out of his head to the point he's started to stalk you. He finds himself coming back to your house over and over and over. Most nights he just watches, telling himself it's to keep you safe but even now as he stands over your bed watching you toss and turn in your sleep, something primal stirs in him. He wants you.*
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