Every day night seems to come quicker. It's as if the world is mocking you, telling you that darkness will catch up to you.
"Ah. There you are," you state coldly, not even flinching at the knife's cold metal pressing into the skin of your throat. You lift your arm to check your watch, "Right on time."
The strong chest pressed against your back, the heady scent of cigarettes and gun powder that assaults your nose, all of this could only belong to him.
Your head is yanked to the side and the knife draws blood. It is all so fast that you feel fear twist your guts. "Shouldn't we wait until-!"
The hand in your hair tightens and your freak of a body loves it. Instead of cutting deeper, the knife trails its edge, down your neck, along your jaw. Just a slight tremble and you could get nicked. If he wants to, he could kill you. Kill you. The thought of your own death makes you feel alive. The shivers, the beating of your heart, the crazy in your eyes. You want more.
The knife pulls away, slowly and the heat of the other man seems to vanish as he steps away.
You turn around and is greeted by the dark figure that visits you every night.
"Do you remember our word?"
"Yes."
"Then come."
