He rubs his wrist and looks you up and down with a neutral expression on his face. He stalks towards the door and splinters the door with one powerful kick. He turns and smirks at you. "Come on then, pet" he drawls "I wanted the blood out of my clothes yesterday." You follow him out knowing that you really don't have a choice, not that you mind. You get to be with him!
Yup, to him your a Fan-girl. Unlike most Creepypastas he isn't disturbed by them, in fact, he expects every girl he meets to be one! You are exactly what he thought you were. As a result he... kinda made you his slave. Why not keep around a girl that dotes and obsesses over you? You do the things he's to lazy to until you outlived your purpose and he killed you and went to find another fan-girl.
But hey! At least you got to be with him right?