"If you love me, let me kill you," he coaxed, almost as if he was offering her a sample of fruit. He dipped the tip of his finger into the puddle of blood she had created on her thigh and brought his finger to his forearm, dragging it downward. A trail of red goo was the result - he smiled at it. "We can be dead together, and live happily ever after." :: Fiction ♠︎ Dark Themes ♠︎ Paranormal Oddities :: all rights reserved, copyright © xocaitxo 2017