The Amante Curse

"Brutal."

"Aren't you gonna tell me how you plan to do this?" Lauren asked Karla as the pair sat on top of a rooftop. Looking down at the LAPD, watching people be dragged inside and watching cars leave the parking lot in a rush to catch the next criminal. "But then that'll ruin the surprise. Plus, this is the best seat in the house." Karla smirked, looking at Lauren who hugged impatiently. They were simply waiting for the chosen to appear, then they can move on and get the next out of the way. "Just remember, it's sort of preferred is the other see's it." The demon chuckled before grabbing Lauren by the chin and kissing her roughly. Slipping her tongue inside the girls mouth without any resistance stopping her. "Only best for you, princess." Lauren swooned at the statement and it just built up her excitement.

"Baby, for this plan to work I sort of need you to hand yourself in." Karla informed and Lauren sighed in annoyance. "You'll get me out though?" Karla wanted to coo at the innocence dripping from her mouth but instead she simply smiled. "I'd never let them take you away, I might just have to kill them all if that happens." Lauren grinned in a mischievous manner and Karla tilted her head in confusion. "What's that look for huh?" Lauren used both her hands to cup Karla's chin and looked deep into Amante's natural brown eyes. "Promise me that  the next person you make me kill is inside that station." Lauren requested and Karla furrowed her brow, she had already planned who her next name was. "Trust me it'll be hysterical, and you want a good game don't you babe?" Karla grinned before kissing her girls head.

"I knew playing this with you would be brilliant, my little devil."

"Says the actual demon." Lauren giggled as she jumped off the edge of the building, Karla using her poltergeist abilities to soften the fall. Lauren has found out about those the hard way, but they had proven to be useful for the two. Lauren walked straight into the front doors, ignoring the looks that she received from the cops that surely recognised her. When she reached the desk, she dinged the bell. The receptionist who had just been watching the news, where they were yet again warning the public about Butcher, she turned around to see that very person standing there with a smile and her hands drumming on the glass. "I need to see Detective Dave Goldbrook and Detective Andrew Muller. I'm sure you can make that happen." Lauren requested as the cops surrounded her with their guns raised.

Lauren looked to her right to see Karla standing by, with a grin on her face. Of course nobody could see her, as she wouldn't reveal herself until the chosen was there and the perfect moment arose. "Lauren Jauregui, we've been looking all over for you." The familiar voice of Muller announced as he entered the main area with his partner Goldbrook in tow. "I could say the same, Muller." Lauren teased as they cuffed her and dragged her toward and interrogation room. Karla slipped excitedly behind them, which reminded her of Jerome too much. Karla hadn't spoken with her demon friends since the game began, and they didn't exactly blame her. They'd been trapped in that box for decades together, they wanted freedom for too long and now they had it. Jerome was doing his thing whilst Stiles was waiting for the perfect moment to start another game.

"So tell me, why'd you give yourself up?" Muller asked as he took his seat, Goldbrook at his side and Lauren lounged on the metal chair with Karla standing right behind her. The demons hands were soothing her shoulders, waiting for the perfect time to strike. "What makes you think I'm giving myself up?" Lauren questioned and Muller gave her a dazed stare. "Then why are you here?" Goldbrook practically demanded an answer and Lauren looked over at him with a wicked grin. "I'm playing a game, a very fun game." Muller pulled out his notepad and began writing. "What game? Wink murder?" Muller teased and Lauren began to laugh madly. Again, it reminded Karla of Jerome's laugh. Lauren had been developing a lot of his traits and she summed it up to the fact that her sanity was lost. Lauren was now just like her. "Something like that." Goldbrook was beginning to get frustrated and he slammed his hands on the metal table.

"You murdered seven people. You call that fun?"

"Eight."

"Eight?"

"Yeah, sure I killed seven but I'm the cause of another."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh c'mon, surely you can feel the cold." As Lauren said that Karla began her kill. Changing the climate to a much more humid was the first stage. Lauren smiled as Goldbrook began to shiver. "Can you feel it Dave? The feeling of your blood running cold?" Lauren tainted as Karla stood behind her and made Goldbrook feel as type of things. "When I said eight, I meant that I was the cause of your death. However, I'm not the one doing it." Lauren revealed as Karla started to make the man choke on his own tongue. "What ever your doing stop!" Muller shouted as he tried to help his partner. Karla then revealed herself to everyone in the room. Shocking both of the Detectives. "Time to go." Karla tainted as she picked up Muller's pen.

Muller couldn't move, he was being held to his seat by some invisible force. One that was compressing him painfully. He watched as Karla walked to Goldbrook's side as drove the pen through his neck, making blood shoot from his wound, just like a fountain. Muller tried to shout for help, but his mouth felt like it was sealed shut. "Lauren?" Karla spoke as Goldbrook's body fell limp onto the interrogation room floor. "Yes?" She answered as the cuffs burst open from her wrists. "Andrew Muller." Karla said loud and clear. Lauren merely nodded before taking the pen from Karla's hand.

Before she completed her turn, she dug through his pocket for a lighter she knew he'd have. She crouched down to his height before slicing his throat, making her face dye crimson as he too became a blood fountain. "Brutal." Karla whispered as Lauren stood back up. "Babe, do me a favour?" Lauren turned on her heels and passed Karla the lighter. "Burn it down." Lauren ordered politely and Karla grinned before nodding.

The two walked out of the LAPD, coated in blood as the building behind them exploded. "Told you it's be hysterical." Lauren cooed as Karla intertwined their hands. Both of them blissfully listening to the sound of screams and fire crackling.

I tried not to make it too graphic in this chapter, but some future ones will be quite disturbing. Just a forewarning.

Oh and those two are just like the modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

Dave Goldbrook