A/N: Oh my god, thank you all sooooo much for your reviews!!! I am so relieved you liked it! This is an on-going story and I'll try to update it as much as I can but I do have loads of homework and projects ï But keep reading, and reviewing!! Thanks again, and hope you enjoy!! Even more swearing this time lol.
"Holy shit." Velma ran towards the dresser and pulled open the drawers frantically. She rummaged through them, eventually pulling out a white muslin handkerchief and wrapping it around the gun. She grabbed her bag off the oak cabinet and shoved the handkerchief and gun into the darkest depths of it. Velma span round quickly, causing her black beaded dress to flutter and shimmer in the dim light.
And there...there she looked upon them. Lying there so still and...dead. The once cream silk sheets were now stained red with blood, and the pillows were splattered crimson. Velma ran her hand through her black, glossy hair, before rushing forward to the newly dyed bed.
"Shit, what am I meant to do? Christ I'll have to try and move you...." She leant forward and grasped Veronica, trying to drag her off the bed but she was too heavy. Velma could smell her perfume, and feel the touch of her silky soft hair on her cheek...then she remembered walking in and seeing her. The way her ruby red lipstick was smeared across her face, and her black hair ruffled by unseen hands.
"Godammit!" Hot crimson blood was gushing out of Veronica and enveloping Velma's soft hands in memories of their sisterly love. Velma dropped her back onto the silk sheets and stepped backwards reaching out for her bag and coat, and turning the brass handle of the room door. Tears filled her deep brown eyes as she slowly stepped out of the room and looked around the elegant corridor anxiously. Everything started to fade to black as she closed the heavy oak door, but the last image she saw was of her sister and Charlie, lying there on their death bed...together.