Originally supposed to be a one-shot that's been kicking around in my head for a while. Please tell me if it's too violent for a T rating; there won't be anything more violent than this.

Enjoy the Grangst.

I don't own these characters!

It was late in the night; one of those Las Vegas nights that don't come around very often and are missed all the more for their rarity. The air was sweet but not heavy with humidity, and the moon shone down on the city as if blessing the people in it, even knowing that some of the acts they were engaged in were reproachable.

Greg stood outside a bar close to his home, nervously pacing near the entrance. He hunched his shoulders at some perceived looks from passer-bys, his face registering veiled embarrassment at being seen alone like that. He dug his hands deep into his pockets, then took them out quickly and patted his sides, trying to look nonchalant. It was times like these he wished he was a smoker so he could have something to do with his hands.

"I am going to kill Nick," he muttered under his breath, checking his reflection in the windows behind him once again. "What possessed me to agree to a blind date?" He squinted and poked an errant spike into place.

"Excuse me, are you Greg?"

Greg jumped at the voice which was startlingly close to his ear. He whipped around and came face to face with a woman looking at him with an amused grin. Her eyes were large and brown, and her lips shone faintly in the light from a streetlamp. They were large and full, but had a wicked bend to them.

"Nick told me to look for a guy with spiky hair," she continued, stepping back to a more comfortable distance and adjusting her purse.

"Um, yeah, hi," said Greg finally, vainly trying to regain his composure by leaning against the wall cooly. "I'm Greg. That's me!" It had come out rather squeaky, and he coughed brusquely to cover it up.

"And I'm Bonnie," she smiled slightly.

"Of Bonnie and Clyde?" Greg joked, slightly more at ease now with the added space.

"The very same," she said. "I went to a great plastic surgeon; he patched up those bullet holes damn well."

Greg laughed and extended his hand towards the door to the bar.

"Shall we go in?"

"Let's," she said, smiling mysteriously.

The date went well into the night as Greg became more confident and drank a little more than was good for him. He finally stopped talking and cocked his head to the side.

"Are you all right? You seem quiet...I guess I'm talking too much, huh?" He took a swig from his beer to hide his embarrassment.

His date shook her head and smiled, reaching across the table and placing her hand on top of his.

"Actually...I was thinking we could take this back to your place..." She gave him a suggestive look and brushed her leg against his.

Greg's body froze momentarily and a slow flush crept up his cheeks. He nodded mutely, pleased at how the evening was turning out. It had been such a long time since he'd been out with a flesh and blood woman, and the beer flowing through his system made his thoughts flitter around excitedly. He slid out of the booth quickly, pulled a few bills from his pocket and tossed them on the table. Trying not to seem too eager, he held out his hand to her.

"Shall we?"

"Let's," she smiled confidently, shooting him another smoldering look from beneath her lashes as she took his hand. Greg's knees weakened considerably and he stumbled out the door with her in an ecstatic daze.

Greg stood outside his door, fumbling with his keys. Finally he located the right one and slid it into the lock, pushing open the door with one shoulder. He flipped on the light and looked around with bleary eyes to make sure it was sufficiently presentable. His date had come up behind him and looked inside as well, her breath brushing warmly against his neck and making his hair rise and palms sweat. She had a habit of placing herself uncomfortably close to his body, whether by accident or because she knew how nervous it made him. The very touch of her skin sent his heart to palpitating and his thoughts scattering.

"Well, this is it," he motioned to the neatly furnished living room.

"Very nice," she said, not moving from his side. Her voice came from right beside his ear and he gulped down his eagerness, his body shaking with suppressed energy. She slid her arm around his torso and whispered into his ear. "Why don't you show me your bedroom?"

Greg nodded silently, starting down the hall, though she walked in front of him purposefully. Once inside she pressed herself against him eagerly and sought out his lips. They stayed locked in the fierce embrace for a while, tongues interlocked and passion rising. She threw her purse onto the bed and they fell into it, tearing each other's clothes off recklessly. Greg barely registered what he was doing, letting his desire move his body for him. When they finally came up for air, Greg remembered the protection and he weakly began to fumble for the drawer of his nightside table. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him back into a deep kiss.

"It's ok," she murmured into his ear, panting. "There's no need."

In any other state than this altered one, Greg would have protested, but the taste of her lips dissolved his will and he groaned acceptance, pressing her down into the bed. He was aware of her groaning pleasurably under him as he leaned on his elbows and cradled her head in his hands. In the haze of alcohol and the sheer force of his lust it did not take him long to moan his readiness. As he exploded his body jerked up and he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, his orgasm rocking through him, and so it was that he did not feel the body under him tense, the arm slide around his chest and the knife plunge into his back with a sickening slither. His cry of pleasure turned into a scream of agony and his eyes flew open, his body still frozen with shock as nerves reeled with sensation. He let out a strangled groan and slowly toppled forward onto her body, wide eyes unfocused and face frozen. She slid out from under him and ran her fingers through her hair. He lay on the bed, cheek pressed into the mattress, eyes still unfocused and chest heaving, the blood spreading across his back and slipping down his sides to stain the bed crimson.

"Aah..." He moaned, trembling fingers reaching out and catching her arm as she was about to stand up. His grip was weak but he managed to stall her. "Why..." The anguished whisper choked out of his trembling lips, the effort sending his torso into quivering spasms, and his eyes cried with the pain of betrayal.

She turned back and loomed over him with an exultant grin, chest heaving with a wicked pleasure and eyes burning. Her arm shook off his imploring hand and it fell to the sheets limply.

"I like to watch..." Her answer was enigmatic and he wasn't sure which 'why' she was answering, but the cruel pleasure she had derived from looking into his eyes as his orgasm had hit and she had added her vengeance was answer enough.

Her hands caught the sides of his face and she pressed her lips into his forcefully, though he recoiled from the vile touch and a strangled moan of disgust bubbled up in his mouth. She forced herself onto his weakened body, tongue probing with the fire of victory and eyes boring into his. She released his face and he fell back into the bed, a sigh escaping his lips and eyes fluttering with the extreme effort of maintaining consciousness. She stood and gathered her things, exiting the room stealthily and leaving him sprawled on the bed, twitching weakly against the blood-stained sheets.

He moved his arm slowly, sending waves of pain and nausea rocking through him, to clutch weakly at the covers and pull them across his body, stopping with small cries to regain his waning strength. He shook with the excruciating effort it had taken for even this small motion, and he sobbed with shame. Blood flecked his lips and he struggled to keep his eyes open, mind still reeling with fear and regret. He sank finally into blessed darkness.