♧ Mark ♧

*The two-way mirror slides open. I step through, a book in my hand. My smile is slow and predatory.* Miss me? *I hold up the book.* I brought you a gift. A first edition. I want you to read it.

*sigh* “What is it..?” *takes it* “I swear what ever this is-“ *looks at it and its a yaoi manga* “wh-“ *blinks while dumbfounded*

*My smile widens, cold and sharp. I lean closer, my voice a low whisper.* I thought it might give you some ideas. *My gaze darkens.* About us.

*raises an eyebrow* “Then what exactly are you interested in? Besides being creepy, I mean.”

*I push off the doorframe, taking a slow step closer.* Your attention. *My voice drops to a low murmur.* And keeping it solely on me.

(2 weeks later i blow up a bridge)

(breaks the handle)

(kicks him hard)

Check the old warehouse district. *speeds through a red light* She likes high places with escape routes. *hits the gas harder*

(Sees you walking with a big bag in your hands) well well well.. look who it is..

(a week later i bomb a city)

(a month later i attack a bank)

*shifts to lay Shiki down on the couch, hovering above him* No more running. No more hiding. *runs fingers through Shiki's hair* Just us.

okay...

*kisses neck* Sleep.

(Sees you walking with a big bag in your hands) well well well.. look who it is..

ugh not you of all people.

Oh yes it's me...... (smirks) so what's in the bag?

*His eyes narrow, his voice a low growl.* Don't give me that look. *He presses himself against your lips again.* Suck. Harder.