His hands rested on your hips and your arms hung around his neck, dancing in the crowd of people.
You'd smile, you would laugh. Essentially you were having a good time. But he was always there, watching you with your new boy.
He wasn't happy. He was jealous.
His eyes were dark, but when you smiled at him they would light up. You moved across the floor with the blonde boy you danced with, the beat of the music pulsing through you. His tuxedo was soft on your skin, unlike the odd scratch you received from the band of sequins around your dress. Pain is beauty you figure.
Your dance partner was oblivious to the other boy staring you down from the shadows, dodging through the streamers and the other happy dancing seventeen year olds. His hands hung by his sides, itching to be resting where your dance partners hands lay. You gazed deep into the taller, handsome boy's eyes as he spun with you on the dance-floor. He complimented you on your short, red and black dress, the puffy skirt making your legs seem thinner than they were, especially in those black heels. You smile and blushed, your deep grey eyes piercing into his warm brown. For a moment, not long, just a moment, you found yourself wishing that his eyes were the familiar dark, menacing blue that once stared back and soften for no one but you.
A faster paced song began to play, the drums thundered through you like no other force you had ever felt. The adrenaline pumped through you. So much so that you didn't notice that the crowd around you was dropping, couple by couple. You didn't notice the sound growing quieter.
And then, he bent down.
Your blonde dance partner with the warm brown eyes bent down to kiss you.
For that moment while his lips were on yours, you wished that you felt the lip piercing that you hadn't felt since your boy in the shadows had kissed you a sad goodbye when you were forced to leave.
You wished you felt that spark.
You weren't happy. That's when you felt something from your partner. His grip slackened, and his body went limp. Warm liquid floated over your arms. When you opened your eyes, your partner was staring back, his warm brown eyes staring back at nothing, and his throat punctured.
Dead.
As his body fell to the floor, you saw him there. Smiling.
Standing with his arms by his sides.
The bloody knife in his left hand.
"No one kisses my girl" he said with a slight smile in his voice. You stepped over the body of your former dance partner and kissed him. That captive ball lip piercing pressed into your lip, his warm hands made a mess of your pale skin. When you opened your eyes, you were happy to see those murderous icy blue eyes staring back softly.
He dropped the knife just in time for the next song to begin.
You moved to the centre of the floor, stepping over body after body.
Blood coated your toes, you didn't care.
As the two of you spun in a slow circle under the mirror ball, you were happy.
The room was silent except for the music that blasted through the DJ's speakers, through the DJ was long dead.
Your lips pressed together once more.
'She is dressed to kill, and he is to die for'
'She knows he would kill, just to hold her on the dancefloor'
Oh how appropriate.
A smile.
A bloody hand on your hip.
One more kiss.
You're happy.
And while the sirens close in, you dance.