AN: So this is my morbid little fic about death and incest, lovely stuff. Hmm, I scare myself sometimes. Its about Magenta's death in ROTOQ, so if you haven't read that then this will make no sense.

I entered the room with a small knife enclosed in my hand, walking over to the bed. She looked so beautiful, lying there with her red hair spread out on the pillow, surrounding her face. She woke, sensing my presence, and pushed the covers back, welcoming me into bed with her. How could she, after she had been with another? How could she act so casual toward me? I sat down next to her, running my finger nail lightly across her throat, where the knife would soon trace. she whispered, her voice fresh from sleep, what are you doing?
I hushed her, then kissed her, softly at first, then biting down on her lip. She winced slightly, pulling away. I was glad I had hurt her. My sister, blood of my blood, my love, how could she have betrayed me? I pushed away the lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face, covering her deep, dark eyes. I kissed her neck, and I felt her relax. I wondered what she had done when DeLordy kissed her. At that thought, I brought up the hand that concealed the knife, still hiding it from her eyes. I lifted my lips from her throat, replacing them with the silver metal. She gasped when it touched her skin, but soon enough her breathing stopped all together. Blood ran from the slit across her throat, darker than her hair, darker than her lips. It stained her night gown, contrasting her white skin which was now paler than I'd ever seen it. Her eyes were blank, still dark, still beautiful, but blank. I touched the blood that ran down her neck, the blood that was so close to mine, my sister's, my lover's. She would never betray me again.