Crimson Kisses.

Hidden Beauty.

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Chapter One.

Stain the Streets.

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A strangled gasp escaped the brunette's lips as her dark ocean blue eyes bore into mine. I watched as the instinctive fear flitted across her eyes as she struggling underneath me, my strong hand around her throat as my other hand pressed her firmly against the brick alley wall.

"Stop, let me g-go." Her voice wavered and broke as the words left her mouth.

Pathetic, really. f*****g pathetic.

I allowed a sharp smirk to grace my lips, watching her trembling body before me. I released my previous hold on her, running my hands down her arms. I enjoyed the feeling of the soft, pale skin against my rough hands. Oh, how the crimson of her blood would look so serene on her milky skin.

"Sure sweetie, I'll let you go." I responded in a soft menacing whisper, teasing her with the thought that'd I'd actually do such a thing.

I stepped back a bit and tugged the front of her shirt, easily pulling her down onto her knees on the cold pavement. She whimpered. Her rapid uneven breathing causing her chest to rise and fall against my own quickly as I pressed against her. My lips curled into a cruel smile as I agonizingly slowly slipped my prized knife from the folds of my coat.

She knew, oh, she knew.

I watched as the true realization sunk in and the panic filled her. Her hips bucked against me as she clawed at my chest, tears slipping from her frightened eyes. I stayed stiff and uneffected, a disappointed sigh leaving me. Pity, she broke like the rest.

I pressed the edge of the long gold blade against her cheek, watching the dark crimson blood well up from her skin. She sobbed loudly as the knife broke her skin, begging with her eyes in one last attempt for freedom.

"Please..." She uttered in a coarse voice.

I caressed her cheek and shook my head, smiling kindly as I plunged the knife directly into her chest, not giving her even a chance to scream.

Crimson spread across her chest, staining her provocative, skimpy shirt. Her eyes were wide and wet, yet so completely lifeless now. Her limp body relaxed against the cool dark brick under the glow of the back door alley light.

I beamed with pride at my work.

How pretty.

I snagged my camera from the inner pocket of my heavy coat, taking a quick picture of her beautiful lifeless body.

How I yearned to play longer. I had gotten too excited and ended it too soon, silly me. There was always next time, of course. I smiled to myself. Next time.

I used a clean strip of the girls shirt to wipe the blood from my knife, putting it away in my coat. I leaned down and closed her eyes with my gloved fingertips.

So pretty, pretty pretty pretty.

I strolled out of the alley, the only trace of my time spent there the beautiful masterpiece I had made and left behind.