He sat, back against the wall, staring at the blackness that filled the basement. He knew there were other people down there, too, but he managed to ignore them most of the time. His hand lay pressed against his groin. Their blood sprayed against the walls as I shot a bullet through their heads. Their brains made neat modern art against the white stucco canvas. I looked down the hallway to see who my next prey would be, when I saw her standing beside me. She had a handful of bullets that she was holding out to him. "Let's finish this. These shitheads don't deserve to get out." He rubbed is groin harder, a small moan escaping his mouth. They continued down the hallway, knocking on classroom doors as they passed them. Every time they heard a muffled scream they would break the door open, sending bullets into every chest there was. By the end of the hallway they were both covered in blood. She jumped on top of him, nibbling at his neck, licking up the blood that wasn't theirs. His hands moved to her-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Her voice ran through his fantasy, erasing it from his mind. He smiled up at her, that quirky, murderous smile he provided when she always knew he was about to bullshit her.

He rubbed his cock harder, more obviously. "I was just imagining fucking you for the first time." It wasn't exactly a lie. She could have been a virgin in his fantasy. He hadn't made up his mind yet. It would provide an awful lot more blood.

She glared at him, one hand on her hip, the other rubbing her neck. "How tight was I?"

He coughed out a harsh laugh. "I don't know. I haven't got there yet." He closed his eyes, attempting to go back into the fantasy. Seconds later, his hand was being pulled off his cock, and replaced with a much smaller, much more delicious one. He moaned, pulsing into her. "That's not how the fantasy goes. We're way past the touching part."

She tilted her head. "Tell me about it."

He smirked. "Why don't I show you instead?" He opened his eyes, looking into hers and trying to see if she was real.

He stepped back, standing. "Last time you denied me that right. Who's to say you won't do that again? You tease." The words came out in anger, but the last two were tinged with a longing not even he could put words to. He was standing in an instant, arms on her waste, pushing his hard member against her. His mouth was practically against hers, "You have no idea how badly I want to have you."

She pushed him away, eyes mere slits. "If you weren't lying to me, then you would've fucking done it by now." Her words screamed a challenge at him, a challenge that he was determined to win. But, he knew he wouldn't do it here. Not in this basement where everyone could see.
He put his hand back on his groin. "I want you so bad, Violet. It just has to be perfect. This basement is not perfect."

She nearly spat the next words, "What about the beach wasn't fucking perfect?"

Wham. She shot him straight in the chest. He was at a loss. How could he tell her what she needed to hear without breaking her heart. "Vi, it was Halloween. Do you know what happens on Halloween? All the dead rise. How would you have known if it was really me?"

She shot him a glare. "Fuck off, asshole."

"That's not a nice thing to say to a guy who was only trying to protect you." He gave her a hurt expression, but his eyes were laughing.

Why did he always bullshit her about that night on the beach? Every time she asked him he told her something completely different. She'd had enough. "Tate, if you'd prefer someone dead, then maybe you should take a look around you. I'm sure you can find someone in this house to suit your perverse needs."

Fuck. That's twice now - right in the chest. He loved her bile; it turned him on like nothing else could. But that one hurt. He took a step towards her, his arms outstretched to wrap around her. But as he took a step, she took an equal step backwards. Her arms were crossed over her chest. She looked about ready to bolt. "Fuck, Tate. What do you want from me?"

This question made him stop. What the fuck didn't he want from her? "Everything, Vi. I love you. I want all of you. I want you in every way possible. Forever." His words were so honest, not even he could pull off making them seem like a lie.

It was her turn to be taken aback. That was not what she was expecting. Not pure honesty – he was rarely honest. "Tate…" His name came out of her lips in such a desperate whisper that he was instantly at her side. "Violet." His lips were upon hers, her lower lip between his teeth, his hand grasping her neck while the other slid to her hip, pulling her right against him. He pushed her against the wall, pushing into her, her nipples hard enough that he could feel them against his chest through her bra. A moan escaped him as she slid her tongue into his mouth, pressing her body against his. He ground his groin into her in rhythms, her legs parting just enough for him to be tempted to strip her then and there. He bit at her ears, at her neck. The hand that was on her hip slid around to her front, fingers running along her hipbone. She gave off a deep moan, goose bumps sprouting all over her body. She pressed harder into him, but he pulled away, making room for his hand to roam up to her breast. He slid the cup to the side, just enough to feel her hardened nipple. He squeezed it between his fingers, causing them both to moan and convulse. "Fuck, Vi, you're so perfect." She moaned, pressing her groin into his.

Suddenly, he pulled off her. He closed his eyes, looking suddenly angry and sad all at once. "I can't Vi, I can't have you like this."

"What the fuck, Tate?" She ran up the stairs, slamming the basement door on her way out.