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(Thanks @tessartist for this idea. Because Viocent for the win!)
I watched as the child's body fell on the floor, I panted with a smirk, pressing my tongue against the cold blade of my knife, letting that sweet thick blood go on my tongue then softly roll down my throat. My eyes closed as I take in the taste. One more to go, I heard the door open and I turned around, knife to the person's neck. A hand rapped around my wrist as the hand pushed my hand down to my side. I looked up and saw my killing partner, his grey eyes having his sparkle in them as he looks at the bodies of the 7 children I've killed, he glanced at the one child left and he smoothly slipped the knife out of my hand. It's amazing really how gentle he can be, so smooth and sneaky. I stayed where I was and watched him slowly walking to the body. My nose is just filled with the sweet stench of blood and even decay. Yes they're decaying already... Somehow. Vincent was in the way so I couldn't see how he killed. Seriously, that was a bummer... He always kills either brutally or creatively. He walked to me with a smirk, his hand slid down my waist and slipped the knife in my holder that was on my hip. His touch send shivers down my spine. He chuckled at me and later told me I was a blushing mess. "Let's get these guys in places people won't find them." I said and he nodded, I moved back as he moved forward to pick up the kid that was behind me. I tripped on the body and so did he as he tried to grab me. We landed on each other, I was under him while he was on top, my chest heaved as his body had full pressure onto them making my breasts hurt, not to mention the adrenaline. His legs were next to mine on the outside, he had the same shocked face as I did. His hands either side of my head. We bursted out laughing and then looked at one another. He was only inches away... Then it turned to millimetres... I could feel his warm breath against my lips. He released some of the pressure against my breasts as his hands softly cupped both of my cheeks, then his lips pressed against mine. You don't know how amazing it was. Cliche, I actually can't describe it... It's LIKE so many things but not EXACT. I later tried to explain it to him but he just laughed how much gibberish I was speaking. His lips sank deeper into mine as our eyes closed, my hands slid up his back and played with his long hair. I moaned softly against his lips. His nose rubbed against mine softly. The stench of the decaying bodies was getting way too overwhelming even for our standards. We didn't get much chance to kiss longer, because it scared us half to death the noise that filled the back room. It was a fangirling noise. To be more specific, it was a fanBOY. We pulled away, Vincent grabbed the knife out of the holder on my hip (he also grabbed my hip which caused me to bite my lip) and pointed it at who intruded us. A scared squeal came out of the male's mouth and hid behind another male, more taller. It was just Jeremy and Mike... Then Scott... Then Fritz... They all stood there watching us, a few with a cheeky smirk, Vincent stood up and growled. "You want to join the pile of bodies?!" He threatened, they all laughed. "Oh no no. We'll leave you two to carry on. Clean up when your done." Mike smirked, I was, once again, a blushing mess. "We weren't!" Vincent stated, he, as well, was a blushing mess. "Yeah yeah.... The fact you were on top, she's even still biting her lip!" Fritz said, eating another handful of Ritz. Vincent groaned and I stood up, he told them to leave us alone and slammed the door shut and locked it. We both shoved the bodies in the incinerator and cleaned up the blood, we removed the stench of blood and decay then we met each other's eyes. In just a swift movement we were back to kissing, his arms around my waist holding me close as my arms rapped around the back of his neck. We were grateful the doors were locked...
