Light footsteps could be heard coming from both ends of the dark hallway. The steady, slow dragging of his feet as he pondered who could be next, and the light, uneven gait of hers as she nervously walked to her death.
They met in the middle. She could see the different colors of blood dripping from his clubs, and the small amount of light reflected off of his fangs, which were showing in a haunting, insane smile. He watched her carefully, wondering if she'd stand her ground or run.
"I'm not here to try to stop you. I just want you to know something." She said, a slight tremble in her quiet voice.
She stepped closer, slowly, watching if he'd attack. He only gazed back evenly though, and she took that as permission to come closer. She moved right up in front of him, stopping when they stood only inches apart. She watched his face for a moment, looking at the smudged white face paint that was there. She set her hands gently on his shoulders, before stretching up to press her lips to his.
It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but in that time, just for a moment, she could feel him press back gently, returning her kiss. She took a step back, watching him for a moment. She saw a faint glimmer of warmth in his cold eyes, but it was gone instantly. She lowered her head.
"Kill me."
He didn't need to be told twice.