"Daddy won't be happy; lips are the one thing I'm not allowed to touch or shock, my pet. We don't want him to see, our kisses and our wicked little games, I want to keep my pet not throw him away."
His lips were in my hair, kissing away the day, kissing away everyone and everything.
He was pulling me into a habit, a lull of numbness, everyday short out the cameras and kiss him forty more times.
No more charred bodies trailing behind me, no more bloodless corpses, we didn't have the time or the want.
Lately, I've been Elle Bishop, blond, still crazy, scary dull and trapped in room with pink and green walls, and he has been Josef, inactive vampire, businessman and dull as a box of hats.
What happened to us? The wicked pair of the year are now the dullest couple on the planet, it makes me sick.
I want my Josef back, I want my monster. Then maybe I'll just have to go and get him.
"I never thought I'd see you again, caught me red handed, little girl. You and your pretty little head, aren't you a bit scared?"
Smiles and giggles came from me like a flooding dam, his hands warm and bloody in my soft ones.
I laughed at his shocked eyes and his open mouth.
"Not everyone's afraid of the boogieman. No, no I need you far too much to fear you, Sylar-boy. Far too much."
Rough hands on soft china, stained with murder. Lips red and bruised, were soft and overtaking.
Screams of rage filled our ears, our kiss coming to a disappointing end, eyes of white and sharp fangs looking on us.
He frowns in confusion, I smile in victory.
I brought him back to me, my Josef, my monster.
And I found unwanted eyes following me as I left, reaching for lips that left with a wicked little grin coating them.