Murder

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"You thought you knew me...." her dark chuckle filled the dimly lit room. The light reflected on her porcelain skin, shadows cascading over her features. Her crazy brown eyes met her victim's and a sickeningly sweet smile came across her lips. "You told me you cared."

"I did," his cold voice slipped into her ears. Her eyes widened at the sudden talking. His steely brown eyes met her own, his glare thick with hatred. Her eyes softened with sadness at the way he looked at her now opposed to how lovingly he had before her mistake. But she hadn't come to change how bad that mistake was as another one was right in front of her.

"You know you never loved me," her grip tightened on her knife. She replaced her smile into one that told of how hurt she had become. "You lied."

"You..." he coughed up a crimson splotch that fell upon her palm. She grabbed his face, forcing it upward. His blood smeared across his cheeks and her smile finally reached her eyes.

"I what?" she had innocence lacing her voice, a feature he had loved at one point. Innocence. There was not an ounce of innocence in this human in front of him.

"You killed her," he jerked his face away from her grip. A low growl escaped her throat. "Why?"

"Oh honey," her head fell back in sick laughter. Her eyes flickered with happiness that showed just how twisted she was on the inside. She smirked down at him, slipping herself onto his lap. He tensed up at her touch, something he never would've done before he found out. None of this would have to happen if he wasn't so curious, so eager to be with someone else. She readied her knife against his throat. "Killing is fun."

The slice was clean, satisfying. Blood spurted from the cut on his throat, painting her pale face. She smiled through the crimson that now marked her features. She licked her red lips, metallic taste filling her mouth. He knew too much and had to pay the price for it. After all, everybody knows that curiosity killed the cat.