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Red, red, red.
It is red. Like rubies, just as he has said before.
He loves it. He loves the sight of it, gushing from a wound or sometimes just running down a body like rivers of red. He loves the way it glints in the sun and the way it looks against the silver of his beloved blades. He loves all of it. But what he loves the most is the feel of it, the heat from it that seems to warm his skin with just a slight touch.
She hates it. She hates the way it looks when it paints the windows a faded red. She hates cleaning them after. She hates the way it stains her hands a permanent coppery color. She hates to see it dried on the bodies she disposes of into her meat grinder. She hates all of it.
She often has dreams that she will die drowning in a pool of blood from all those he has killed. After all, she is his accomplice. She helps him dispose of all evidence. It does her no good. She can't sleep at night anymore.
However, she knows he loves it all. This is why she does not stop him. It is the only thing that gives him pleasure in this world. Sometimes she wonders if he will eventually come for her. Perhaps… maybe when her usefulness runs its course.
So she waits and watches closely. She has to say; it's rather ironic. He is cold and pale while the blood is red and warm. Like fire and ice it is. Beautiful but two things that can't stay together forever. One will eventually destroy the other. She just wonders which element will win this battle. She thinks he will win. Not even fire can melt the ice around ones heart.