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Vaughn was about half asleep by then. His hair had fallen across his forehead as he breathed softly.
Vaughn was about half asleep by then. His hair had fallen across his forehead as he breathed softly.
She stood back and just watched him, completely still. He's actually…really cute. Well, when he's not being a total bitch. Oh my God, get your head in the game, sis!
Vaughn was about half asleep by then. His hair had fallen across his forehead as he breathed softly.
(Bump)
(Sorry!)
Right, right, sorry. She shook her head, taking another small step forward. The visions started again. His blood spilled against his skin, on the floor, dripping from his mouth, everywhere.
(It’s all good!)
Vaughn let out a soft sigh. He was partly hugging onto the pillow, eyelids flittering.
(Fluttering*)
A wicked grin grew on her face. This was where she found stability and comfort. In spilling the blood of another person.
Vaughn stayed asleep as she approached. He did shift a bit, rolling onto his back a tad more.
She stepped closer and gently ran her blade along her skin, just making sure it would cut easily.
Vaughn gave a soft noise in his sleep, head tilted back. He seemed to be a bit too big for the couch, his lower legs hanging off.
She dragged the knife down his arm, a gentle cut pulling blood from under his skin.
Vaughn flinched at that. He didn’t wake up just yet. He had such a high pain tolerance from what he has been through, a small cut didn’t bother him.
She took a small pen and paper from the table, dipping it into his blood and writing a small note on the paper.
Vaughn gave another soft noise. He seemed to stir a bit, but wasn’t aware of what was going on.
Sue simply smirked, finished her note, and headed out, locking the door behind her.
Note: Alright, I've got a deal for you. You don't turn me in, I don't turn you in. I can get you 30 years without a problem. Who would they believe? The suspected criminal or the seasoned detective? Your choice. By the way, how does it feel to know this was written with your blood?
Vaughn eventually woke up a few minutes later. He sat up and felt a small pain in his arm. He looked at the dripping cut with a frown before looking at the slip of paper. He snatched it up, jaw clenched as he read it. No. Don’t let her play you, Vaughn. You’re smarter, the whispers hissed. He got up quickly, tugging his pants and belt back on. He stuffed the slip into the waistband of his pants.
She was a murderer at heart, only becoming a detective to find her sister's killer. "It's a shame, we really could've gotten along if he wasn't such a bitch." She slipped through the alleys, dragging her knife along the walls.
Vaughn walked to the door and turned the knob. But it faltered, locked. He breathed out sharply. She obviously wasn’t there. He went into her bedroom, beginning to seach through her vanity area.
She didn't have much, mostly just papers for work. She never kept anything incriminating in her house except for her pills.
Vaughn found what he was looking for. A small bobby pin. He left her room and walked into her kitchen. He grabbed her pills for schizophrenia and stared at them for a long moment. But the whispers gave him advice, so he decided not to take any.
She wandered the alleys, just watching the people that passed by on the normal streets.
Vaughn crouched down in front of the bent the bobby pin a bit. He stuck the bobby pin into the lock.
She hummed softly as she watched the blood drip down the bricks. Most people weren't paying any mind to her.
Vaughn heard the lock click. He dropped the bobby pin and swung the door open before heading out.
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