Love, Violet

He watched as the man crumbled in agony, his screams echoing in the terror of the night. As his body convulsed, Violet stood there, watching, waiting. The dark haired vixen spared one last glance at the deteriorating man, flicking the cigarette behind her leather clad shoulder as she spun around to leave.

The last of his screams fizzled out as the flames burst to life. Violet's whistling in tune with the sound of destruction.

"Man, she literally just killed him and you're over here looking star-struck in love."
[The above is an excerpt]