Annabel hadn't been by for two weeks. Harry shouldn't have minded the lack of her presence as much as he did. She could have changed her mind or ratted him out to the authorities, but he knew that she hadn't because the S.W.A.T. team hadn't shown up at his doorstep yet.

It was starting to bother him because he knew that she was with somebody else. He had seen her with him three times, each time leaving a bar and going back to her place to have sex.

Something about seeing her with someone else ticked him off and gave him this strange feeling. He decided to put an end to it on Saturday. Two weeks was long enough and she was his.

Annabel was home by the time he'd made it to her apartment and the second car in the driveway told him that she wasn't alone.

Harry grit his teeth and squared his shoulders. They weren't anything but partners, but she was still his and he didn't like her with someone else. Granted, he screwed around, but that was different. He screwed around for the red, it was easier to get it that way. Annabel was screwing around just to piss him off.

His fist knocked against the wood harsh enough to echo down the street, just to make sure she knew that it was him.

A minute passed before Annabel opened the door. She was naked except for the extremely thin and see-through panties that she was wearing.

The corners of her lips lifted in a slight smirk, "Hello."

He was tired of playing games and pinned her against the wall, his lips hovering over her ear and his voice dangerously low, "Hi."

Annabel smirked as he pressed himself against her and increased his grip on her wrists, "It's been a while."

Harry wasn't amused in the slightest. She knew what she was doing to him, but she wasn't going to stop because it turned her on; she wanted him angry. She wanted to be covered in bruises and sore from head to toe.

Harry wore a sinister grin, "Keep it up and I'll fuck you right in front of him. Wouldn't that be something?"

Annabel leaned into his grip and smiled, "I dare you."

The guy she was with finally took notice of her disappearance and appeared in the hallway with a shitty pair of boxers covering his weak erection. Harry had the urge to laugh because the guy looked like one of those typical frat boys whose name was Brad.

"Annabel what-holy shit! What the fuck is going on!?"

Harry flashed the guy a smile that would give him nightmares, "Just having a little fun with Annabel is all. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Annabel blinked slowly, her smile remaining intact, "Yes. We're over, Sean. It was fun while it lasted."

Sean looked between the two of them for a moment before his expression switched over from shock to anger, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Harry chuckled and answered for her, "Oh no, she's quite serious."

"We were just about to have sex and suddenly this guy barges in and that's it!?"

Annabel seemed entirely unfazed, "Yes, exactly."

Sean pointed his finger at Annabel and waved it so that it also included Harry as he spoke, "You're fucked up."

He left without another word and slammed the door as he exited. Harry returned his attention to Annabel, his eyes clouded with lust and his smile devilishly enticing.

"Ready for some real sex?"

Annabel smirked and leaned into him, "Always."

Harry didn't bother to take her upstairs. It was a long journey and he was an impatient man when it came to Annabel. The little clothing that she was wearing was tossed aside in only moments and his lips trailed her skin hungrily.

She'd been depriving him for weeks and he was absorbing every little detail, nipping every area that he deemed lovely and leaving wet kisses everywhere else. Everything was rushed, hot, hard, and wonderful.

Annabel was so worn out by the time that they'd finished that Harry made the decision to carry her to her bedroom. She didn't protest and leaned into his embrace because he happened to be quite comfortable.

Harry noticed but the only thing he said before he left was, "Don't do that again."

. . .

Tonight was the night. Harry had decided that it was time for her to become a part of his process. It was simple despite all of the careful planning that he had put into it. The two of them would go out and bar hop until they found someone that he deemed in need of assistance.

Harry had a peculiar way of choosing his victims. Little thought went to appearance, except on the grounds of red. If he couldn't see the red that meant that they were perfect. They left the ones with red alone.

Annabel's only job was to further coax the woman into coming back to Harry's place to have sex. Now that she was involved, it took a little more convincing, but Harry knew that she was good at it and he wasn't worried.

Neither of them talked much, but, when they did, just about everyone fell under their spell. They had a way with words because they spent more time listening instead of talking and that was their second advantage, the first being that women were instantly drawn to Harry.

One bar was all it took. It had only taken about ten minutes to convince the woman of the night to come home with them and Annabel's heart was racing.

She wasn't afraid of what they were going to do to this unfortunate woman, no, she was anticipating it. The way that Harry had described the feeling had her hooked and she wanted it just as much as he did.

Annabel didn't mind sharing Harry with other women or being involved with them herself, but she did mind it when they bitched about not being able to touch him. Since Harry had been with Annabel, he had come up with a rule that no other woman could mark him and it pissed a lot of them off.

There were a few that thought it was hot because it gave him more control, but those were rare. The current woman whined when Harry pulled her hands away from his shoulders and pinned them above her head. She didn't like not being able to fully have him and she was making a good show out of it.

Harry managed to soothe her in many ways, but she would push Annabel away and it was getting on their nerves.

After a few minutes of dealing with the woman pushing her away, Annabel gave her attention to Harry. She moved so that she was behind him, her body pressed to his and her arms around his shoulders.

Harry leaned into her despite his movements with the other woman and Annabel spoke in his ear, "Let me do it too."

He nodded and Annabel kissed his shoulder, letting her lips linger for a long moment before she pulled away and walked out of the room. The point was to let the woman think that she was leaving and that she had Harry all to herself, when in reality Annabel was just leaving to pick up an instrument of her choosing.

Annabel could hear the woman's moans all the way down the hall as she searched through the trunk that Harry kept in the closet. After careful deliberation, she'd decided to go with the acid.

She returned to the room a few moments later. Annabel felt no need to rush because the woman was going to die one way or another. Her dark eyes watched Harry carefully. He really was an exquisite man and watching him was almost just as good as receiving him. Almost.

Outside the stars were out and the trees were rustling with a soft breeze. It was beautiful and Annabel wished that he would hurry up because she wanted to be out there, in the woods, surrounded by nature and engulfed in a warm flame that flooded her veins.

She watched as Harry closed his eyes and his lips parted to release a slow moan. It was incredibly attractive, but she could wait until later because this was his true release; this was his passion.

The woman was almost there, but that didn't matter because he was done and the process would continue. Annabel entered the room as he swiftly picked up the blade on the bedside table. She watched the woman's eyes widen as she recognized what was about to happen and that there was no way out of it, she was small and worked up and he was strong and still in control.

His hands were quick and precise, slicing open three arteries in moments as he smiled fondly at the woman below him. There was nothing about her that he was fond of, it was the color as it escaped it's confines and spread upon the sheets in bright pools.

Annabel joined him on the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she leaned over the dying woman. She was trying to speak, maybe scream, but she couldn't because Harry had cut her deep and sliced her vocal chords.

The bottle was already uncapped and ready to damage. Annabel wore a sinister smile as she tilted the bottle forward so that the liquid fell into the woman's gaping mouth, she was still alive, but barely and that is exactly what Annabel had wanted.

She'd chosen the acid and poured it down the woman's throat because she was tired of hearing her complaints and sweet talk. It wasn't because she was jealous, it was simply because she was annoyed and because she wanted to see what the damage would be like.

Harry stopped drawing patterns with the blood only to look at her with a look that said he knew that she was jealous, but he didn't say a word. The woman faded away while they looked at each other. Annabel shrugged and Harry leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against hers affectionately.

There was something between them and they knew it, but it wasn't a concern or something that they needed, or wanted, to talk about. Harry kissed her and painted vibrant red patterns on her skin. Annabel found that she thrived on the red just like he did.

They painted and kissed until their skin was saturated in quick drying crimson. It wasn't long until Harry picked her up and carried her into his bedroom and into the shower. Dried blood was always uncomfortable; he found it far more alluring when it was fresh.

Annabel found the water to be scalding and invigorating all at once. Harry's hands caressed her skin and sent fire through her veins. She had never felt so alive before and she was happily drowning in his red, just like he was drowning in hers.

Sex was always rough with them because they were fascinated and enamored with the mixture of pain and pleasure, but this time it was slow and deliberate. Annabel sighed as her back pressed against the cool wall and Harry bit down on the skin between her neck and shoulder, his hips meeting hers as he entered her.

Her hands squeezed his shoulders and pulled him closer, his name fell from her lips as she closed her eyes. The crescendo was building for each of them and he spoke her name softly, almost as if he was afraid to admit that it was her beneath him.

Annabel reached it first and Harry let his ears drink in the soft sound of her gentle and satisfied sigh. There was a quality in her voice that did something strange and wonderful to him and he was content having her to himself.

Her eyes opened and he knew that he was going to regret everything, because, reflected in her eyes, he saw himself for what he was and he knew that he would be the end of her whether he wanted it or not.

Annabel lifted her hips to meet his and kissed the underside of his jaw with lips so soft that they could have been feathers. Harry closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. Their lips met slowly and captured the sound of his release.

Harry opened his eyes and was met with the dark mysteries of Annabel's. Her chest rose and fell in time with his heartbeat.

"Green. I like green."