Everything was red, Everything for her was red and it always had been. Red was her hair, her dress, her lips. Red was her personality. Red was her passion, her anger, her vengeance. She saw life in shades of red, sure the other colors made an appearance but the only one that truly mattered was red.

Red was her aura and he saw it as she marched into the room. Red was her pride, he could see it in the set of her jaw, the confidence in her step and the look in her eye. To him red had never looked so appealing.

Red was the color of the walls. Red was the growing stain on the floor. Red was her lips as she smiled. Red was her intention as she looked around the room. Red was her desire as she spotted him.

Red was his teeth as he smiled. Red was the drink in his hand. Red was the passion that ignited. Red was the linens on the bed. Red was the carpet. Red were the marks she left on his back. Red were the marks he made on her neck. Red was the energy around them.

Red was the handle of the knife, Red was the cut to his throat. Red was the blood that dripped from the blade. Red was the shock in his eye. Red was the fire in her gaze. Red was his heart as she held it in her hand.

Red was the bowl. Red was the match. Red was the smoke. Red was her eyes as she achieved exactly what she wanted. Red was her victory flag.