"Bill," Toms said as he walked up to his brother who was in the middle of talking to Dannie and Georg. "I'm going back to the apartment."
"Tom you don't have to do this." Bill said.
"No I am doing this cause I need to." He said as he dropped his voice so only Bill could hear. "I have to do this for me. Plus, she's hot and she likes my car."
"Fine. I'll be back in about three hours, make sure she's gone by then." Bill sighed before turning back to Dannie and Georg.
"Bye guys." Tom said, turning on his heels and walking through the crowds.
Bill simply took a sip of his drink and shook his head.
Slipping out the back, Tom got to the big black door and his weight on it as it opened slowly.
He walked across the parking lot to car.
"Okay Hann –, "He stopped dead in his tracks as his voice caught in his throat.
The door to the car was open, the lights on and the music blaring.
The window was broken and Hannah's purse was on the ground.
Tom sprinted around to the other side. The sight before him was one of terror.
Hannah was on the ground with someone standing over her with a knife in her hand and her arm raised in the air.
The woman who was standing over her stood up and looked at Tom with her head cocked to the side.
"Ruhn!" Hannah yelled in English, her voice slipping into an accent.
The person kicked Hannah in the stomach, Hannah doubled over in pain as she cried softly.
"Shut the hell up you whore." the woman's voice came out from under the hood.
The woman walked away from Hannah and walked closer to Tom.
The hood fell and his eyes were drawn to the tattoo. There was a line of barb wire looking tattoos wrapped around her neck.
Then he looked up into her eyes.
"You! I remember you from the bar at the hotel. You were sitting in the corner watching me."
A sick smile spread across the woman's face as she raised the knife to his face.
Tom raised his arms as Hannah mumbled curses and prayers.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He spat at her.
"I wouldn't ask too many questions Tommi boy. Cause your one night stand over there is gonna bleed out pretty soon and we would hate to see that now wouldn't we?" Her grey eyes sparkled. But it was a dark and evil gleam.
She wiped the blood from the blade before putting it in her back pocket.
Tom looked over at Hannah. Her breathing was getting heavy, she was losing what little color she already had. He ran over to her and applied pressure over the gash on her side. That much he remembered form health class.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He directed the question to the killer.
"That's all you think about is why I'm doing this to you. Did you ever once think about your little prize? Did you know she had a full paid scholarship to Harvard? And that she had come over here for her summer vacation? Yeah, I kind of felt bad. I'm not that heartless. But a girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do." She looked at Hannah. "But this one, this one was a surprise."
"You're really sick you know that." Hannah said with a look of pain on her face.
Tom was surprised that she had the stubbornness to even try to speak.
"Yeah I take pride in that." She said and smiled brightly to where it looked beautiful.
"But seeing as how you messed me up, I guess I'm gonna have to go. But remember I will make your life a living hell." She flipped the hood back up and walked in to the night.
"COME BACK HERE! YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!" Tom yelled after her in the night.
But all he heard was her singing one for their songs.
"And I scratch your sweet name right into my skin you left me bleeding…"