Music hummed through the walls and sent vibrations seeping into their bones. The lights were in a constant state of flickering, because they were strobe lights, and thick smoke coated the air. To make things even better, the place reeked of sex, sweat, and vomit.

Annabel and Harry had been inside long enough to adjust to the smell and to start looking for possible victims. But, first, Harry had other plans. He wanted to actually try to have fun this time and he wanted Annabel to join him.

He ordered two shots and downed his before standing up and making his way to the dance floor. Annabel watched him with a perplexed and curious expression. Harry looked right back with a smile.

"What are you doing?"

This was different from their normal routine. Usually, they had a few drinks and shared some false small talk to make people think they were someone else, and scoped the place for a victim. Harry had been a lot more open in the last few months, around her anyway, and it was strange to see him act like that.

Annabel had a hard time determining if he was acting that way to show her that she could enjoy life if he could or if he was just opening up because he was falling for her. She supposed that it was a little bit of both.

Harry shouted right back, "Dancing! Come with me!"

She shook her head quickly. Annabel didn't like to dance because she hated the way people looked at her for the way that she danced and she didn't think that she was quite good at it anyway.

Harry rolled his eyes and took a few steps closer, "C'mon, it'll make you feel good! You said that's what you wanted."

Annabel laughed, "If you're going to use that reasoning, you could just fuck me. That makes me feel really good."

He tried not to smirk and instead to pout, but it didn't really work out and he was most definitely smirking.

"We have sex all the time though and we're going to have sex later. Let's try something new! Dance with me!"

She wanted to sit at the bar and scout out their next victim, but he was right. Sex was all they ever seemed to do recently because they had to lay low for a little while. The police were starting to notice the disappearance of women around and in the area and it was risky to continue to kill as frequently as they had been for months. Plus, she had been trying to find things that made her feel something and brought more color into her life.

Annabel downed her shot and sighed as she hopped down from her stool, "Alright. Fine."

Harry walked over and grabbed her wrist before she could change her mind and go back to the bar. He knew her better than she thought he did and she wasn't getting out of this one.

There wasn't much space for any more people because the club had let in more than its quota, but Harry didn't seem to care as he pushed through bodies and walked around couples that were stuck to each other's faces.

It was hot before, but now it felt like they were in an oven and the smoke only made it worse. Some song that had a nice rhythm, but terrible lyrics, started to shake the walls even more than before and Annabel didn't see what all of these people were getting from this.

Sweaty bodies pressing against hers was not something that she enjoyed unless it involved sex. This didn't involve sex and she didn't like it so far.

Somehow, Harry managed to change her mind after only a few moments. Maybe it was the way that his hands rested on her hips or maybe it was the way his soft lips met with her collarbone, whatever it was, she didn't think dancing was so pointless anymore.

He smiled against her skin and pulled her closer to him so that her backside was pressed against his crotch and her back was pressed against his chest.

"Just let go for a little while. Relax and just feel the music."

Annabel closed her eyes and inhaled the stale air. She shut her mind off and let the music sink into her bones and the light start a fire in her eyes. Her body seemed to move on its own accord, her hips swaying in time with the beat and her hands winding in Harry's hair.

She actually felt good and she was just dancing and getting lost in her senses. Harry hummed against her skin, his fingers tightening around her waist as she danced against him, "See? I told you it was worth it."

Annabel hummed as well, but she wasn't sure that he'd heard it over the music. Hell, she couldn't even hear the sound of her heart or feel his heartbeat under the numbing hum of the loud music.

Harry moved with her, his hands keeping her close and his lips setting her skin on fire. A few people gave them looks for the way that were dancing, but it really wasn't like they could judge because they were dancing in a much more risqué fashion themselves.

After a while, Harry couldn't control his hormones and he'd gotten a hard on. Annabel laughed and stopped dancing only to turn in his arms and smile at him like he'd just given her the world.

"Thank you for convincing me to dance. I think we should stop now, though. Wouldn't want you to have an accident."

Harry rolled his eyes, he was perfectly capable of controlling himself, especially in places like this. The bathrooms at clubs of this nature were so unbelievably disgusting that he wouldn't even piss in one, let alone get off or fuck someone in one. If he had a problem, like he did now, he certainly wasn't going to lose his load inside the crowded building. If anything, he'd fix his problem in the car or by thinking about something that completely turned him off like seeing his mother naked. That was an incredibly haunting image, but it did come in handy when he needed to solve his problem quickly.

"I can control myself, thank you very much. But, we should wrap this up so we can get to the real fun."

He notched his head towards a less crowded section of the room and grabbed her wrist again as he led her through the crowd. They bumped a few people the wrong way and got yelled out and nudged a little abrasively, but it didn't really bother them.

Once they were at a far enough distance where no one could really hear what they were saying unless they were standing within centimeters of their faces, Harry leaned over and asked, "Have anyone in mind?"

Annabel nodded towards a woman who was sitting alone at a table on the edge of the dance floor. She had dark hair and light eyes and it looked like she was looking for a thrill. She'd also been staring at Harry since they walked through the front door.

Harry smirked as she met his eyes from across the room, "My choice was the same. Shall we?"

Annabel looped her arm around his waist, her eyes dark and full of mischief, "We shall."

The woman's name was Maddison. She was incredibly interested in both Harry and Annabel and they were headed back to their escape in the middle of the woods in only a half an hour. It was a nice change from the women who were nervous to share Harry with another woman at the same time.

Usually, they'd ask a hundred questions on the drive and drive both Annabel and Harry insane. Maddison, however, wasn't into the idea of asking questions. She was into the idea of getting down and dirty without wasting time.

Both Harry and Annabel were surprised when she took the initiative with Annabel and not Harry. Most women went straight for him and kind of ignored her because it either made them uncomfortable or they just preferred his attention. It was incredibly strange for someone to give her so much attention right from the get-go. Maybe she hadn't been staring at Harry the whole time, maybe she'd been staring at Annabel.

Maddison had her hand up Annabel's skirt and her tongue down her throat. Harry would be lying if he said that it didn't turn him on. He wanted to pull the car over just to watch them, but that would delay things and he was so ready to get things started.

He forced his attention to the road, his knuckles white against the steering wheel and his foot strained from trying not to push the gas petal to the floor, the last thing he needed was to get pulled over for speeding.

Harry nearly swerved into a tree when he looked into his rearview mirror. Annabel's dress was up to her stomach and Maddison's face was between her legs. Her fingers twisted in her hair and her hips were lifted off of the seat.

Annabel locked eyes with him in the rearview mirror as a moan escaped her lips, "I like her."

Harry gulped, his eyes quickly returning to the road, "M-me too."

They didn't make it back to the house fast enough. Harry practically dragged the two women inside and into the guest bedroom. Annabel was in a happy state of euphoria at this point and now it was his turn to have some fun.

Maddison was surprised by how quickly he'd grabbed her and how little time he'd wasted in getting down and dirty. She liked it though. She liked how rough he was and how he didn't give her time to adjust. She was just like them, only she didn't know what was really going on. She didn't know that by the end of the night she was going to die, no matter how much they liked her.

While Harry drove into her, Annabel worked on her breasts and slid her hand down to intensify her pleasure. She figured that she might as well give the woman something great before they took her life away, it was the least she could do to return the favor.

Harry didn't like how far away she was from him and pulled her over so that she was in front of him and bending over to give attention to Maddison. Annabel's eyes practically rolled to the back of her head when he spread her legs and nuzzled his face in-between them.

She pushed her hips back and moaned his name as Maddison arched her back and did the same.

Harry removed his face from Annabel and came undone.

Annabel quickly rolled to the side as Harry reached for the blades beside the bed. She found herself muttering an 'I'm sorry' as Harry slit her wrists and beautiful red poured onto the sheets below. He cut her jugular next because she was rather different from all of his other victims and he didn't really have that urge to watch her suffer.

Nevertheless, they bathed in red and watched her go up in flames. They should have picked someone different, but they didn't regret their choice and they didn't regret killing her. It was really just a waste because, deep down, she was just like them.

Annabel and Harry showered together, but this time it was more of an actual shower without all of the sex. Yes, they felt each other up a few times, but they were trying to be careful. The last few times that they'd showered together they'd gotten too attached emotionally and that would be detrimental later on.

Once they'd dried off and made it into bed, Annabel straddled him, a sinful grin on her lips, "Now you're all mine."

Harry smiled up at her, his hands lifting to squeeze her hips, "I've been yours from the start, darling."

All of the rush and excitement that was there earlier was gone and replaced with a storm of passion and lust. Harry left bite marks, bruises, and hickeys all over her pale skin and in return, Annabel did the same, only, she left scratches instead of bruises.

They were a whirlwind of motion and a tidal wave of emotion as their bodies collided and their hearts aligned. Neither one could hold back tonight, maybe it was the full moon or maybe it was all of the time they'd recently been spending together doing things other than mindless fucking, whatever it was, they had no intentions to stop while the night was still alive.

Annabel ended up with her head on his chest and her legs tangled with his, half in and half out of the sheets. He was playing with her hair and humming to a familiar song.

"We're really bad at this whole platonic partnership thing."

Harry stopped humming and sighed to himself, "Yeah, that just means we need to try a little harder."