Purple Psychos (#1)

psychos ; a girl

Does the color purple make a girl desperate? Well, I never thought so.

I like to think the color is empowering, but that's just me. All the bursting vibrancies, shining off a woman's skin in a velvet hue. This one was an off the shoulder number, hugging her skin in all the right places, but it didn't seem to do her justice. She was more than a purple dress.

No one else ever seemed to see that, not even me.

Aside from her beauty, there wasn't much to see. She had the soul of the devil, if devils strut in velvet purple gowns. Her heart was black, stolen by the greed of love. Her mind was blank, an empty void filled with the substance of prosthetics and liars.

Sure, her pretty face was charming, curved lips smiling and shining green eyes glistening, but something in her face was dangerous, and not in the good way. In the way you know you're in for something insane, and she'll have you running in no time. She's a bit over-eager.

Well, that didn't stop the flock of men at her dainty heeled feet. They liked that dangerous look, they weren't afraid of it. Anyhow, she didn't mind most of them. When she had her heart set on something, she saw it through. Under all circumstances.

Don't blame her, though. She had a perseverent build, one of narrow waists and crimson lips. A dash of sugar and just a little spice, that should do the trick. Maybe beauty lies from within, but beauty lies. Beauty smiles and flips her hair around her neck, all while pushing a dagger through your spine.

It's a dagger you'll find you like. Pre-dipped in a sweet syrup of lies, maybe a pinch of creamy mischief.

But all things aside, her childhood was one of hard times, but maybe not the usual kind. All her life, her parents had waived her through life, making her the poster child. But who wants poster when you can break the rules? Not her.

Instead she liked to run around breaking hearts everywhere she roamed, bodies dropping like flies as she went. She was only glad she didn't work up a sweat doing it. She resented having her makeup run.

So maybe it was her childhood, her beauty, her dagger, her build, her color. Maybe those all added up. Maybe they were factors of a larger product.

Because Alessandra was a psychopath.