Your blood brings me love...

I - LOVE THROUGH A KNIFE

        Alcohol. Drunk freaky people. Loud music. This was the club my friends worshiped and somehow gotten me into. They had drank at least three or four drinks before they absolutely lost it. After a while and some faking bar fun, I decided to search for my target. I pushed through the drunken crowd and found him breaking it down on the dance floor. I gave him a light tap on the shoulder only to have him whip around and only manage to slur the words, "Hey baby... Aren't you just lookin' fine tonight..." just to lure him into my trap, I grabbed him by the collar and flashed him a fake drunken grin. "Why don't we... have some fun tonight..." I slurred. " Sure thing doll... why don't we have a coke before we leave..." he wheezed. " No thanks... I've had enough to drink already... Let's just go..." I faked. " Oooookaaayyy..." before I knew it we were in his Ferrari which i was surprised he had. We had arrived at a huge three story house which I was carried bridle style into. When we made it to his room, he put me down and I told him I couldn't hold back any longer. We started to lean in for a kiss and before I knew it i was in a deep kiss and tears. He noticed the black eye liner stained tears and slurred, "What's wrong doll? What's making that pretty little face of yours flood with tears?"
I had sat there with a troubled look on my face until I had worked up the courage to tell him the truth. Lump in my throat i manage, "I have some thing to tell you... I'm actually an assassin who was assigned to kill you. But now that I know you, I don't wanna kill you. I love you too much to do it and complete my mission." He looked at me and smiled with forgiveness and said "You know doll face, your situation it actually the same as mine. So now that I've grown onto you, I don't think I can finish the job. And the only other way to not get killed or fired is..." I sighed. " To have a baby... But we barely know each other. We can't just have a baby together. That would make no sense. What if after the baby comes, we notice we suddenly can't stand each other and "break up?" Then what're we gonna do? We can't have a baby together... we just can't. I'm so so-" he put a finger to my lips and purred in my ear, " Or can we? Heh... Say... What's your name?"
I felt him smirk against my neck as he traced a finger down my spine. "My name is Jessica. Jessica Pierce. And your's?" He chuckled. "Ahh... My name is Feliciano. Feliciano Sonoma. But why don't we cut the conversation and get this little angel started shall we?" He laid a hand on my hip and peeled the black leather jacket off of my shoulders and kissed me so deeply that when he tossed me on the bed i thought, So this is when the night truly begins...