He practically tingled with excitement, he'd really witnessed her kill someone right before his very eyes. She did the deed so beautifully, so skillfully that it sent a whirlwind of emotions through the Ghostface, he had to take a picture. Capture the moment forever. He was so glad he did. He looked over to Y/n sitting in his passenger seat, giving him a thrill of a lifetime. Never before had a victim sat in his car.

But she wasn't a victim, was she?

He revved the engine to speed up. He had to get her out of here, just in case. He gently set a hand on her knee, making her flinch in surprise, but she didn't remove it.

"So where are we going?" She asked, breaking the silence.

"My house." He answered, practically humming.

"What?" She whipped her head to look at him, and he smirked under the mask. She was so easy to set on edge, even with her killer instincts.

"What, you don't want to join me for a date at my place?" He asked, pretending to pout in his voice.

"I just...i don't know what to expect from you." She shook her head, "you confuse me, Ghostface." She said.

He let out a light chuckle, and rubbed her knee with his thumb in an affectionate little motion.

"Don't worry dollface, you'll understand me better when you go home tonight." He patted her knee, making the turn towards his part of town, before stopping on the side of the road.

"Alright, doll. Put on this blindfold, can't have you knowing where i live, can i?" He said, offering her a strip of black fabric. She looked at it and shook her head.

"Now that's not fair, you know where i live." She eyed him, almost teasing. He smirked at her under the mask.

"You have a point, however, i am wanted by the police in several towns all over the state. Can't have anyone knowing where i rest my head, for safety." She never took her eyes off his, and she shook her head once more.

"No, don't worry about that. Trust me. You have some pretty nasty dirt on me, so I'm not very inclined to turn you in and go down with you." He nodded, a fair point.

"Hmm...then should i worry about you showing up to my home unexpectedly?" He asked playfully, earning an amused giggle from Y/n.

"Don't you do that to me? You're known to stalk your victims for weeks before you make a move." She raised an eyebrow at him, and he let out a surprised scoff, laughing.

"What's so funny?" She asked, looking at him suspiciously. He sighed, collecting himself.

"Oh, doll..." He groaned, dropping the blindfold on the seat and taking her chin in his hand.

"You have no idea how much enjoyment I get from watching you. You're my favorite, for certain." He said, caressing her chin affectionately with his thumb. She leaned into the touch, still eyeing him, but with less striction. Hmm.. he thought to himself.

"Watch me all you want, but I'm going to kill my sister. And my ex." She said, that glint of bloodlust sent a wave of warmth and arousal through his body. He chuckled darkly to himself, releasing her and starting the drive again.

"So now it's not just the sister? Him, too?" He asked.

"Of course. They both betrayed me. I told him in the past that if he ever cheated on me I'd kill him. I don't want to be a liar now, do i?" She asked, innocently putting a hand over her heart, in an attempt to seem non-malicious.

"No, you aren't a liar, my dear. You will kill him and I'll help you do it." Ghostface set his hand gently on her knee, rubbing little circles into her soft thigh. She let out a long, quiet sigh and looked away from him, out the window. Arousal and interest played at his mind. No doubt in his mind that he was obsessed with this goddess of death before him.

"Ghost." She said, a tad shaky. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, she was blushing under her hand. He gritted his teeth. He wanted her so bad.

"Yes, dear?" He asked, pressing slightly harder into her thigh skin. She tightened under his grip, and shuffled slightly.

"What's your real name?" She asked. His hand froze on her leg, and she looked at him. He noticed her gaze as he thought about it.

"Ripley." He said, chewing the inside of his lip.

"Really?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yea. You can call me Ripley if you want." He squeezed down on her thigh again, making her jump slightly. She gasped as he let hid hand go farther up her leg.

"Okay.." She squeaked, trying to hide her blushing cheeks behind her hand, Y/n was satisfied with the answer. At least she had something else to call him, besides Ghost. He traced little circles into her leg muscle as he pulled into a neat and clean looking home. A small one-story with a garage. He pulled into the garage, quickly shutting the large mechanical door behind the car with a press of his clicker. He slid out of the car quickly and looped around to get the door for Y/n. She looked up at him with a slightly distrustful smile, but her cheeks flushing pink made it look more endearing to Ghostface.

"You're so beautiful, dear. What guy in their right mind would cheat on you? I know i wouldn't." He chuckled, offering a hand out to her. She giggled softly at his remark, and took his hand. He pulled her upwards gently, and led her inside.

"So this is where you live?" She asked, looking around at the dark grey ornate tile floor, the white walls, the minimalistic wooden furniture. She nodded to herself.

"Yes. This is where i live." He said, taking to the kitchen. "Hungry?"

"Um...Yeah, a bit. You cook?" Y/n walked up behind him as he inspected the fridge, and retrieved a set of hamburger patties and cheese.

"Kind of, I'm no Gordon Ramsay, but i can get by." He said as he stood with his food items and shut the fridge. She looked around the tiny kitchen, studying the basic layout of stainless steel and wooden cabinets. He pulled a pan from the cupboards and started dashing around the kitchen, preparing a couple cheeseburgers for the two. He was giddy at the idea of sharing a meal with her. He knew he'd have to take off the mask, but at this point, did it really matter? He was invested in her. He wanted her as something more. No one else can have her, she was his.

"So, what's the plan for your murder spree, darling? Also, cheese?" Ghostface turned around to look at her, she had a stupid amused grin on plastered on her face and a look like she was trying not to laugh.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head. She couldn't contain herself any longer and she burst into a bubble of giggles.

"I'm sorry-I'm sorry. I'm just laughing at this image here, The Ghostface is in the kitchen cooking hamburgers for his lady guest. It's just, it's too funny looking. You look like you're trying to impress me." She leaned forward on the counter on her elbows, he swallowed. He hadn't really thought about it, but she acted so comfortable around him. He was wondering if it was due to her integrated killer instincts, two beasts of prey recognizing one another. She was the first person who didn't show a hint of fear around him. He smiled under the mask.

"What if i am?" He asked, teasing. She blushed. To his delight, the attempt at flirting did not go unnoticed.

"Are you?" She retorted, a playful look teased the corner of her eye.

"If we kill your sister, you'll know if i was or not." He said, taking her chin in his hand, leaning her face up to look up at him. He pulled at his mask to uncover his chin and lips, and pressed hers to his, kissing her lightly. She parted her lips, allowing him to lick at her bottom lip and into her mouth. She slipped and a soft moan echo between them, and Ghostface took this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, but when he felt her hand snake around his chest he grabbed her wrist, and pulled away.

"Business first, pleasure second, dear." He huffed as he pulled the mask down, and resumed his duties cooking.