Gore-A-Thon

|2|Havana

It's late in the evening and the sun had just set and disappeared behind the mountains.

Camilla enters the club, looking around the main area. There was a huge crowd of people on the dance floor and the music was blaring loudly.

"Havana ooh nana."

As she was listening to the song playing, she turned her head towards the corner of the stage that stood before the dance floor. She seen a tall young man with smooth dark chocolate skin. He wore thick glasses with a gold chain around his neck.

As he was getting ready to walk upon the stage, a girl walked up to him, eager to try and start a conversation with him. He turns around to look at her, an irritated look on his face.

Camila watches them, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he pushes her back, shoving her chest area, right in her heart her heart to be exact.

She stumbles back, trying to catch her breath. Camila's jaw drops as the man walked on to the stage and began performing like nothing had happened. Camila wondered how no one else seen this, as the club was more packed than usual and usually people notice every little thing that happens.

The man begins reciting his verse of the song, ignoring the girl he had pushed still struggling to catch her breath.

Camila then closely listens to the lyrics:

"Fresh out east Atlanta with no manners,"

Camila glares at him as the rest of the crowd dances around her.

He finishes his verse and walks off of the stage, walking past the girl carelessly and heading towards the bar. Camila follows.

He sits up on a bar stool and Camila sits a seats away from him, crossing her legs and resting her elbows on the table.

He orders a drink, not even noticing Camila at first, but when his drink is brought to him, he looks over and sees her flipping her long black hair over her shoulder and licking her lips.

He slowly scoots over to the seat next to Camila. Camila pretends to ignore him, fiddling with her finger nails.

"You just gon' ignore me?" The young man says, causing Camila to look in his direction.

"If you can ignore a innocent girl you practically shoved by the heart, and was trying to talk to you, then you can get ignored by me," Camila growls.

He sighs, not sure what to say, but then begins speaking again, "I know, it was wrong, but how about we both just forget about it?" He suggests. "How about we go to the dance floor and you know... dance?"

Camila rolls her eyes in irritation, then gives in and lets out a soft sigh, "Fine."

They both then leave the bar, walking to the dance floor. The same song was still playing, harmonizing and relaxing lyrics sounded the club:

"Ooh, take me back to my havana,"

At that, Camila and the man began dancing swiftly across the floor, most the crowd clearing and watching them dance in awe.

Their fingers intertwine and they beginning mocking each other's movements while storing each other deep in the eyes.

His eyes filled with wonder and list while hers with thirst for revenge.

Her takes her hand and swirls her around then grabs her by her waist, putting her to a holt. They stand in the middle of the floor, their eyes fixated on each other.

His eyes drizzle with curiosity as Camila runs her finger tips down his chest where his heartbeat thudded rapidly while the song lyric blared over the speakers:

"Half of my heart is in havana,"

Suddenly, the man grips Camila's hips, turning her around so her back was against his chest. They then begin swaying back and forth slowly to the beat. He thought by now Camila had forgot about the whole situation with the girl, but she didn't, and she wasn't going to anytime soon.

They continue swaying until Camila suddenly freezes, a smirk upon her face at the lyrics:

"All of my heart is in havana,"

Camila then lifts up her arm and stares at her hands and her nails extend to sharp claws. The young man stares in fear, but his eyes then flood with agony as Camila plunges her claws into his chest, deep enough to grip his burning heart.

Camila begins pulling when her grip is tight enough on his heart, feeling blood slush around and bones crack quietly.

"There's somethin' bout his manners,"

Impatiently, Camila snatches his heart from his chest, watching the beat slow down as blood oozes out of it.

The young man collapses to the ground, blood pouring from his chest and flooding the dance floor. The crowd surrounding it watched in shock, their jaws hanging to the floor.

The girl that was shoved, watches delightfully in the corner.

Camila smirks at her, fluffing her hair and singing gently:

"Havana ooh nana."