*im so fucking sorry it's been so long!*

Rebelle stood leaning against the building, watching the mindless bodies moving all around her. They were pathetic, all of them. Going about their business, not even aware that a killer was in their midst. What would come from this? Death, of course. And the beauteous red of fresh blood, spilled by the hands of someone with a beautiful smile and glowing red eyes. Her, of course, and her lover.

She picked her target easily, seeing the blonde woman stomping around in her heels, breasts tumbling out and sunglasses on. She would take this lady, and show her one hell of a night.

She followed the woman back to her house, watching as she peered over her shoulder. The lady was cautious, but not cautious enough. Or maybe Rebelle was just too good.

Rebelle easily found a way into the house, scaling the brick wall and going inside the unlocked attic window. She stomped around, making plenty of noise, grinning at the thought of the terrified woman below. She would be shaking now, Rebelle was sure. She took out a phone from her pocket and dialed a number. "Time for some fun Jeff" she spoke into phone before closing it and pocketing it.

She heard the knocks from below. "Police, open up!" a gruff voice said, pounding on the door. She listened carefully, hearing the click of the door unlocking. "I-it's coming from the attic!" the girl shrieked, and Rebelle could hear the footsteps coming closer, climbing up the stairs.

The door was kicked open dramatically and Rebelle stood face to face with a uniformed cop and a trembling lady. The cop walked towards her, holding out a gun, and grabbed her wrist. "We got her" the cop said, making the lady sigh and smile in relief.

But then Rebelle spoke up, saying "yes we do" and the cop pulled back its hood to reveal his beautiful face. His beautiful, scarred face. Rebelle and Jeff turned to the lady, identical smiles cut into their faces. "Go To Sleep" Jeff said, and they lunged at her, taking her down.

While Jeff cut a smile into her face, Rebelle was sliding her knives down anywhere she could find, the arm, the leg, slicing her stomach open until her intestines were exposed. Rebelle poked at them curiously, and then pulled them. They pulled slowly out of the tufts of skin that was left of the lady's belly with squelching sounds, until they came free with a pop.

The ladies screams pierced the night, her neighbors shuddering in fear as they called the cops. But just as the neighbors dialed the number, cold hands covered theirs and put the phone back on the receiver.

"Your heart is mine" a voice whispered, and their hearts were ripped out.