Thread: May Your Blood Drip...Drip...Drip (Malomyotismon&SHARPii)

A cheeky grin spread over his handsome face that was showing signs of a small shadow appearing on his face. He was usually always so kept clean and shaven. These past few days, well he hadnt gotten the chance. Making sure they didnt caught was a lot more important than keeping himself groomed enough. Its not like he had a full beard. No, not even. Just a bit of stubble on his so clean face, making a huge difference and giving him that ruggedly handsome look. He pulled it off well. Especially with his choice in shirt and ripped jeans. He certainly didnt look like a killer. Hell, he certainly didnt dress like one. Thats threw everyone off. They both didnt look like they would ever hurt a fly. Yet he got off on it. Yeah, I like you sweaty though baby. His hand suggestively moved up higher on her leg, purposely too but he didnt take it farther than that. Not right now at least. He settled his hand back down at her knee where he kept it there, as if staking his claim. She was his. All his. He didnt share her. He simply marveled at how far she came. She did this with him, for him and he loved her even more for that. As he passed by a gas station, he saw as well and his lips twitched in a smirk and he flashed his beloved Lillith a grin. Mm, most indeed. He turned and he pulled into the drive of the gas station, stopping his car beside the poor guy stranded. He rolled his window down and leaned his head out. Hey man, you alright? Need a ride? He glanced at the gas left on the car. Perfect. Enough for a death. Enough to leave a message to whoever finds this car. Theyd know who it was. He and Lillith always left their mark. A tortured and mangled body, dead. That was their mark. The first thing you saw was the torture. Thats what they did. Tortured and killed. She tortured, he killed. And it wasnt quick either. He killed slowly, as slowly as she tortured. The guy watched the car pass by and just as it was about to turn in, he got up about to wave it down. Then it stopped for him and hope rushed through him. He walked to it after grabbing his bag and running his hand over his slightly dirty face. He had been in kind of a wreck after all. Yeah thanks man. The back doors unlocked and the unnamed stranger got into the back seat, putting his backpack beside him. Sullivan took a look at the back and then he looked to his beloved girlfriend, squeezing her knee, grinning ear to ear as he pulled from the gas station and out into the open road once more. Where are you headed stranger? This direction youre going. Im about forty minutes away. If you two dont mind. I can give you money. Not needed at all. He said softly. Whats your name? Mercer Bishop. Yeah, he knew it was a weird name too. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Mercer. Likewise. What are your names? He asked. Sullivan just grinned a knowing grin and shook his head. He knew how to do it too. A few miles down the road, he acted as if he ran over a nail and made the car start to bump a bit until he pulled to the side and pt his car in park. You have a flat? Mercer asked. Sullivan looked back at him and he smirked. No. He then looked to Lillith and kissed her cheek. Hes all yours baby.