It was dark. It had been storming all day, and the umbrellas and gloom provided the perfect cover for the criminal. Jimmy gently used his blade to trace the woman's jaw, causing her to let out a quiet and pathetic whimper. The killer smiled, leaning down so their faces were just inches apart before making the slightest incision. Just enough to break the skin.

"I haven't told anyone my secret in so long... it'll be good to finally clear my head. Do you mind?"

Without waiting for an answer, he leaned down, lapping up some of the blood that was now trickling down one of her flushed cheeks. The metallic taste sent shivers down his spine before giving way into a warmer, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. It felt amazing. He was about to speak again when a voice interrupted him.

"Oh come on! Stop being dramatic and just kill her already!" his partner and now housemate, Gavin, hissed from the darkness. Jimmy let out a frustrated growl.

"Just let me finish, man!" the American yelled back. Jimmy took a deep breath, resisting his urge to lash out towards his friend.

"P-please don't kill me." The woman begged from beneath him. He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head.

"I can't. You and I both know that, so just-... just hold still." Jimmy muttered. He raised the knife before plunging it down and into her throat. Blood began to bubble out from around the blade, the woman's body twitching a few more times before her nerves finally died, rendering her completely motionless. Jimmy glared up at the criminal beside him.

"Finally. Hand me her wallet." The Brit grumbled. Jimmy did as he was told, instead handing him the whole purse. Gavin quickly searched through it. Jimmy stood up, letting out a frustrated huff. He didn't even get to enjoy the kill!

"Why do you always need to ruin my fun?!"

"Getting hypothermia is not what I'd consider to be fun. Besides, the last time I didn't interfere it took you 6 minutes to kill someone. 6 minutes. Do you know how long that is?" Gavin ranted, pulling out a few dollar bills as he did so. Jimmy frowned. Although he didn't know what the heck a 'high-poe-ther-me-a' was, he did know that he hated being rushed.

"It's not very long when you're having a good time!" he exclaimed. Jimmy put his knife back in the pocket of his jacket before waiting for Gavin to finish messing around. The two looked around one more time before beginning their trek home for the night. Jimmy wasn't in the mood for killing anymore. Gavin always ruined it. He growled, considering whether he should kill this jerk or not. He chose the latter. As much as Gavin pissed him off, he was the one paying the rent. And buying him candy. Not only that, but Gavin had some of the best blood Jimmy had ever tasted. The taste triggered a feeling of pure euphoria. It was just... awesome. His thoughts were interrupted by the Brit's husky voice once more.

"We're here. Get inside." Gavin ordered. Jimmy sighed, complying for now. He slipped off his shoes before climbing onto the couch. He began to shift uncomfortably. Gavin took notice almost instantly.

"... what are you doing?" he asked, sitting on the couch next to the young killer.

"S-stuff."

"Stuff, huh? ... are you mad at me?"

Jimmy just nodded, looking away. He heard Gavin sighed, blushing a bit when he felt himself be pulled into a gentle if not hesitant embrace.

"W-why are you doing this? To make me feel better?" Jimmy questioned, looking up at him.

"Something like that. Just shut up, twit." Gavin muttered. The killer smiled a bit, returning the hug. He knew that his friend wasn't the best at apologies. Besides, this was pretty damn good compared to the last time Gavin tried to say sorry. Last time, Gavin just kissed his fist before punching him in the arm. Jimmy figured it was some sort of indirect kiss. Painful yet poetic. The two pulled away from each other.

"Ok, I'll forgive you this time. But the next time you cut me off you'll be dead!" Jimmy squeaked. Gavin rolled his eyes, sighing.

"Cool. Anyways, what do you want for dinner? I can make something, or we can get delivery."

"Hmm... I want ice cream!"

"... real food, Jimmy. Like, pizza or something."

"Noodles!" he screeched. The Brit just nodded, standing up. Jimmy watched as Gavin lumbered off towards the kitchen. He kind of wanted to follow him, but he didn't. Jimmy reached over, grabbing the tv remote. He loved watching crime shows, mainly because sometimes his murders were on it! He felt so famous. He giggled, pulling out his knife. He began to lick the blood from the blade. This night had turned out to be alright after all.