One Night

Knives wondered if this was a betrayal that Vash could not forgive. Not that a rampage of destruction was better, but this was more...personal.

But that was the point.

Knives rolled out of the silk sheets, sneering at the dark-haired girl who was still asleep. Her tousled hair and the bite marks on her neck, tinged here and there with blood, gave her a ravished appearance. His disgust was not lessened because he was the one who'd ravished her.

Knives strolled to the bathroom for a drink of water. No use dwelling on her.

She was beneath him.