Crimson Kisses.

Stain the Streets.

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Chapter Two.

Stain the Streets.

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I could feel eyes on me. The eyes of a man thinking with the thing in his pants.

Ugh.

I glanced to my side, immediately catching the man sneaking lustful glances at me repeatedly. Gross. His hair was black, peppered with dots of white. Wrinkles of stress and fatigue could be seen on his face, obviously a business man of some sort. I tilted my head back and chugged the last of my Grey Hound down, turning my attention to the large windows facing the street.

The sky was pink, clouds colored peach as the sun set. Studying the bypassers, I let my attention focus on a small girl, around 5, holding the hand of a man who looked to be her father. Her chubby cheeks were rosy from the late September wind, a yellow dress adorning a bright red stain on the front. She was so innocent, so pure.

To bad that would change soon.

As the sky darkened, so did my mood. I turned and gracefully slide from the bar stool, swinging my hips just a bit to entertain the watching eyes of the disgusting man from earlier. I brushed my hand against his arm as I walked towards the door, sending him a shy alluring look before walking out the door.

Leaning against the wall outside, I waited, knowing he'd walk out any second. The moment he did, I grabbed his tie and pulled him towards me, pulling him behind a dumpster beside the bar.

"Woah, sweetheart." He said, his face showing his obvious shock and joy from my actions. This was gross, but worth it.

I tugged him closer and whispered against his ear, luring him deeper into my trap.

"Do your worst."

"Oh baby, the things I'm going to do to you." He replied, putting his grubby hands on my waist. I resisted the urge to puke and nodded.

"Please," I begged softly.

The look in his eyes so nauseating, so repulsive, it pushed me over the edge and I just couldn't hold back any longer.

I reeled back out of his grip and tensed, quickly removing a small razor knife from the depths of my purse. Slowly pushing up a the blade, I watched the mans face. A look of confusion and terror washes over his features, and I grinned.

Stepping closer, I pressed The tip of the sharp blade against his throat.

"What, you don't like knife play?" I pouted, tilting my head.

"What? b***h, you're crazy!"

I sighed.

"You know what they say; don't move, don't make a sound, things like that, right? Do yourself a favor and follow those rules." I said sweetly, using my princess voice as I widened my green eyes.

He gasped and blinked a few times, most likely in slight shock. Stuttering unintelligible words.

"Um, excuse me. Didn't I say no sounds?" I questioned smoothly, frowning as I forced him onto his knees.

I knelt down and smiled sickly, my hot breath fanning across his cheek.

"Are you ready?" I asked, knowing full well he wasn't. A single tear fell and caught in his stubble.

I rocked back on my heels and slit his throat, watching as the his body fall back and hit the ground, blood pouring from his neck onto the cement.

Blood was clean. Pure. I would stain the streets with it. Over and over and over again.

Quickly checking for signs of other people lurking around, I fled, disappearing down the narrow alleyway into the now dark night.