Scarlet Sins
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His eyes were upon her face, a fair porcelain face shaped by ruby red hair. The blood shimmered upon her rosy cheeks, her tears mixing with the crimson ribbons-making the crime have a purpose. His grin gave her the chills. Thus, he grinned, bearing his teeth like sharp, pearly spikes. She was under his spell, and they both knew it. Everytime the maniac, draped in red, like the sky above them was draped in stars, Angelina felt like she was doing something right-she felt like the more she shed cold blood, the more he loved her. Love was a dangerous game, but oh how it ensnared her senses to perform something so wicked and cruel with the help of a kindred soul she thought would only remain a trusted ally. No more, no less a partner in crime that would be the second half of the Jack The Ripper tag team. It was always that way.
Until she fell in love.
The delicate gloved fingers of the perpetrator embraced the chainsaw's handle. Grell held it proudly, like a queen holding her scepter before her loyal subjects. The whore's eye twitched before it rolled into the back of her head-eyes wide closed forever. Giggling with a elegant air, Grell placed a hand on his Lady's shoulder, who stared at the young harlot in utter shock-shock that shook her alert that she had in fact committed such an act. An act of a cold-blooded murderer.
"You did well, Angelina," Grell grinned into her ear. "You clean the streets well. What a lovely shade she bleeds, look!"
Angelina nodded. "Filthy street slut."
Grell began to chuckle sadistically, almost licking her ear but no less grabbing the opportunity to bring her to him.
He held her, chainsaw pressed to her back. No escape.
"You are a good girl, Angelina. You will make us famous! You and me, me and you! A most extraordinary duet! People will look back and say we gave birth to the twentieth century!*"
She nodded again, resting her blood-stained face into his shoulder as he laughed in splendor, his voice echoing in the empty streets of downtown London. Grell Sutcliff loved red, he loved murder of prostitutes, he loved a certain demon for as long as he could remember. He loved love. He was in love with all that embraces his feminine and female fatal characteristics.
Angelina was not love.
Angelina was not nothing.
Angelina was not ordinary.
Angelina was his scarlet sin, his crimson marionette. He loved her and all her love's dreams, revenges, and fate. One could say that Grell Sutcliff fell in love with a woman.
TBC...
* "People will look back and say that I gave birth to the twentieth century" was a famous quote by Jack the Ripper.