Hello ya'll, as you probably already know I don't own Trigun or any of its characters.

Before you begin reading, I must warn you that there will be graphic violence and sex scenes hence the MA rating. I couldn't imagine Knives with any woman who wasn't as psychotic as he was so here's my take on a psychopath falling in love and hopefully you'll enjoy every moment of it. Please feel free to message me if there's any editing that needs to be done.

P.S. Forgive me if I'm not true to the anime or the manga…this is a fanfic after all but I'll try my best to be true to the characters.

She wasn't human, he could sense it. Her molecular structure was unlike any other being in this spider infested planet, and he wanted her… The creature was feared by many; though she was not given credit for the mass murders she had committed. The newspapers had attributed the series of murders that had been committed over a span of seven years to a gang of bandits but Knives knew better. He had sensed her presence for a long time but it wasn't until recently that he decided to send Legato to investigate; she would be perfect for his Gung Ho Guns.

The murders were all very similar, wealthy men found dead the morning after their wedding night, their brides gone missing along with a considerable sum of their riches. Each of the men's bodies' was totally dismembered and the rooms were usually covered in their blood, the women gone missing had no connection to each other which is what led reporters and police officers to believe it was bandits. But it was a little more interesting than that, from the evidence that Legato had uncovered it was clear to Knives that all the missing brides were the same woman and she was responsible for the murders. But unlike the usual con woman she had one advantage over them all, a special gift, something that allowed her to manipulate her outer appearance.

Legato was in charge of bringing this perfect specimen to him, Knives needed to find out more about her even if it meant allowing her into his inner circle. He had to find out what she was and where she came from.

"Oh Darling, I love you so much but I'm feeling quite exhausted; could we not leave the consummation for tomorrow morning?" The young beautiful bride asked as she pouted at her husband. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her body pressed against his, and she stared into his eyes intensely. He sighed out loud, he just couldn't win. She was too beautiful and elegant, such a fragile looking little thing, how could he ever harm her or force her to do anything against her will.

"Very well, Mistress. We'll do whatever you please," The man replied. He was as tall as she was and quite pudgy, he was in his mid-forties, the hair on his balding head was just beginning to show some white. This was his third time married and the age difference between him and his new bride was greater than it had been in his two previous marriages. He didn't have the same vigor he had in his youth so he wasn't too disappointed with his bride's resistance, as a matter of fact he did enjoy sex much more in the mornings so it wasn't so bad at all.

"You're very sweet; now let us go to bed." She leaned in and kissed her husband very tenderly on the cheek.

It must have been three in the morning when her eyes jotted open, her husband was snoring loudly behind her, his arm laying over her hip.

'Disgusting fat bastard…' She thought as she slipped slowly from under his arm, off the bed, and onto the floor.

She stared at him in the darkness for a while. She despised him so much; she couldn't believe it took her so long to gain his trust; it's almost as if this asshole actually thought someone as young and as beautiful as she could marry him purely for love. Her mouth started to twitch with pure rage; she shook her head and took a few deep breaths. She needed to calm down and compose herself. A giant pink lipped grin appeared across her little round pale face, her blue eyes began to shine when she realized…

It was time to party.