#1 Red
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"You know what's funny?" His voice dropped, low and slow, like a confession he never meant to make. "I have been hating Klaus for years. Years. He breathed the air that my Serah couldn't. Thought if I could just hurt him back, it'd make everything even."
Gwen's eyes shifted, "And?"
Henric's smirk faded. His hand trailed down, fingers skimming the inside of her wrist.
"And then I met you."
Her pulse spiked.
The air between them changed, something deep and unspoken twisting into something else.
Henric leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her cheek. "I was gonna steal you from him," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Just to see the motherfucker break."
Gwen's breath hitched.
Henric's fingers slid up, tracing her jaw, tilting her face toward his.
"But then you went and ruined it, didn't you?" he murmured. "Made me actually want you."
Her lips parted, but she didn't pull away.
"I hated red dresses ever since my Serah died in that very colour. It reminded me of her... but then when you wore it and descended those steps... God!... For the first time, red didn't feel like grief. It didn't feel like loss. It felt like... YOU.
Like temptation wrapped in silk. Like something I should stay away from but couldn't. I tried to look away, Gwen. I swear I did. But you-"
He exhaled sharply, his fingers curling into fists.
"You ruined it for me. Ruined the colour, ruined my damn resolve. And now, I can't decide if I want to tear that dress off you or beg you never to wear it again."
His eyes burned into hers, raw and dark.
"Tell me, Gwen... what the hell am I supposed to do now?"
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He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*
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