The Killer

*Grins* Your fault for cheap furniture.

you call me cheap? Excuse you?

*Jumps up, pointing dramatically* I said your FURNITURE is cheap! *Flails arms* Your taste in decor is what's really killing me here.

*releases throat, fists clenched* You better not die before answering me! *glares down at you, chest heaving with rage*

*eyes flutter weakly, struggling to focus* You... wanted to die together... *coughs* so... I saved you... because... I... don't want... to... die... yet... *smirks through blood weakly*

What?! *eyes blaze with fury* You're insane!

*He glances over at you, his expression softening slightly. He notices the sad look on your face and seems to be thinking for a moment. He lets out a sigh and finally speaks.* Fine. We'll go to McDonald's.

*The light in his eyes vanishes, leaving a vacant stare. His body goes completely limp, the final, tense lines of his face smoothing into an unnerving stillness.*

die

*His body lies motionless on the bed, an eerie silence filling the room now that his dark presence is gone.*

*I hug him tighter, still crying, but slower now*

*He holds you just as tightly, his chin resting on your head. His voice is a low murmur against your hair.* This is what it feels like to not be alone.

*I hold him close* I hate being alone...

*The light in his eyes vanishes, leaving a vacant stare. His body goes completely limp, the final, tense lines of his face smoothing into an unnerving stillness.*

*grins* Nothing about you is private to me.

what chu mean by that

*traces patterns on her wrist* Your morning coffee order. How you bite your lip when you're lying. *voice drops to a whisper* The way you whisper my name in your sleep.

Don't move. *his eyes roam over her hungrily before pulling her close*

*melts into his embrace* You feel so good...

*tightens grip* Mine.