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Reaching up she wrapped her arm around the neck of Chris Redford, a fellow student from her World Lit class. They had gone to a party being held on on a floor below them and quickly began sucking face after a few Engels was drunk. Stumbling in her heels she giggled as she grabbed the wall of the hotel. Behind her a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against a firm chest and then a pair of warm, soft lips wrapped around her ear, making her shiver.

Now they were heading to a room of their own to have very very very good sex. Chris stopped them and chuckled as she stumbled into the wall. Pulling out the key he had been given by the old woman downstairs with large glasses on her face, he quickly unlocked the door. She had given them a look of disgust as they played tonsil hockey in front of her.

Pushing into room 64, Chris quickly kicked the door shut and pulled her close, "Come here."

A mix between a gasp and a laugh escaped her mouth as Chris lifted her from the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kicking off her heels as he carried her towards the bed.

"Do you have a condom?" she slurred before licking his neck.

Groaning, he pulled back and looked down at her, "Come on baby, of course I do."

Grinning, she leaned forward and playfully bit his chin, "Alright then."

Chris grinned and dropped her on top of the bed, making her bounce. Laughing, Sarah crawled to her knees and started pulling off her dress, "Hurry up baby, I can't wait."

Spreading his legs, Chris unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops of his jeans before dropping it to the floor. Wanting to quicken his pace, Sarah pulled his shirt over his head and made a trail of kisses up his very defined abs.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Sarah," he growled, tilting his head back.

Grinning, Sarah said, "Oh please do."

"Well, well," came a voice.

Chris turned around to see a man standing near a small bar in the room. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and an ascot tucked beneath his shirt. He had a thin mustache and his hair was slicked stylishly. A grin that was more than just a grin adorned his lips. Like he knew something they didn't.

"Shit!" Chris cursed, turned on his heals to cover Sarah's practically naked body from the strange man, "What the fuck dude! Get out!"

Holding up a tumbler to his lips, the man took a sip of an amber colored liquid before licking his lips and saying, "I find it odd that people seem to enjoy sex much more while intoxicated. Why displace the senses when the act of carnal pleasure is so much more invigorating ?"

Looking at the stranger with confusion, Chris pointed towards the door, "I don't know what your on man, but you need to leave. Now."

Walking towards them with an ease in his step, James March looked at Sarah, "Very beautiful woman indeed, though redheads aren't really my taste. Harlots, my father called them."

Sarah was uneasy by the way he was staring and covered herself with her dress she had just ripped off of herself a mere moment ago. Holding on to Chris's arm, she felt her heart begin to race. This man was dangerous. He may be smiling but there was a danger in that smile, something predatory.

Stopping in front of Chris, James sighed and took another drink from his glass before setting it on the nightstand and turning back to the young man. With a grin, James brought his hand up and patted him on the arm. As Chris looked down at James' hand, Sarah let out a curdling scream when she saw a blade erupt from the back of Chris's skull.

Falling backwards, Sarah felt the warmth of Chris's blood as it splattered on to her face. Chris's body fell with dead weight on to the floor and Sarah stared at James in horror.

James began to whistle as he took out a handkerchief and wiped the blade clean before looking down at the body, "You could do better my dear."

Sarah felt her chest rise and fall as fear and panic took over. She began to shake as she held out her hands as if to protect herself, "Pl-please don't hurt me."

James gave her a genuine look of confusion, "Hurt you? No Ms. Engels, I'm not going to hurt you."

Picking up his drink from the nightstand, James smiled down at her, "You're going to do something for me."

Lenore woke to the sun shining in her face. With a sigh, she sat up and pushed the covers off before throwing her legs over the side of the bed and rising. Stretching her hands above her head, she looked over expecting to see Sarah in bed but found her bed as she did the night before.

Thinking nothing of it, Lenore headed for the bathroom and took a shower before preparing for her day. She pulled on a floral dress and a green cardigan to cover up her arms. On her feet were a pair of boots that reached her knee.

As she gazed at her reflection, she reminisced on the decision she had made the night before. She had seemed to have had a rush of inspiration. She couldn't stop painting and now stared at the piece resting on the floor. She had always been drawn to artists like Edvard Munch. Expressionism was an art style that she was drawn to and what she had painted last night reflected that.

A woman without a real face. Dark, hollow eyes and long wild red hair that covered her face. The background was a mix of blues, black, and gray. As though the moon reflected down on her as she held out a hand as though asking for help. A streak of red ran down her gown and her fingertips seemed to be stained with the same shade.

She had always been inspired by the things she saw; things no one else seemed to see. But she knew they were there. She wasn't crazy like her mother believed. Or her sister-in-law for that matter.

Looking away from the mirror, Lenore couldn't help but rub her wrist in nervousness. Her decision was one she knew John would protest. But she was tired of trying to be something someone else wanted her to be.

Picking up the painting, she carefully carried it out of the dorm and locked the door before making her way down the hall and out the door.

She made her way across the school grounds until she reached the art building. She had spent most of her time here. She had been minoring in art while she pursued an undecided major.

She nodded at a few students who said hello to her as she walked towards Professor Warren's studio.

Upon entering, she saw him at his desk looking down at what looked like essays. Reaching out she knocked lightly on the open doorway causing him to look up. Professor Brent Warren was one of the younger professors on campus, in his thirties with ink black hair that was slicked back and wore slacks and a dress shirt. His brown eyes that had been set in a frown lightened significantly lightened when he looked up and saw Lenore in the doorway.

"Ms. Lowe! I wasn't expecting you today!"

He walked across the room and peered down at the covered canvas, "What's this?"

Lenore walked further into the studio, saying, "I've been thinking and I wanted to ask you your opinion."

Setting the canvas on an empty easel, Lenore stepped back and crossed her arms across her chest. Brent looked at her curiously before removing the cover. Dropping it to the floor, he looked at the painting with a smirk.

"It's very...interesting," he said, looking from the painting to her.

"Good enough to pursue a carrier?" she asked softly.

He raised a brow in surprise and turned to her, "Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

She bit her lip and nodded, "Yeah."

Crossing his arms, Brent said, "Well, while I can't tell you what to do, I do believe you are a very talented artist Lenore. You've always been one of my best students."

"Thank you," she said bashfully.

Brent turned back to the painting, "It really is beautiful, Lenore. In fact,"

Returning to his desk, Brent picked up his phone and began flipping through it, "I think I may know someone who would be very interested in this."

As he raised his phone to his ear, he gave her a wink. After a moment, he said into the receiver, "Will? I think I have something you would be interested in taking a look at."

Scarlett looked up from the book she was reading and squealed when she saw her aunt walk in the door, "Auntie Lenore!"

A bright smile crossed Lenore's face as her niece wrapped her arms around her waist and pressed her cheek against her chest. Resting her hand on the back of her niece's blonde head, Lenore bent down and kissed the top of her head.

Scarlett pulled away and looked up at her aunt, "Why didn't you come over last night?"

Not wanting to lie, Lenore led Scarlett to the living room and sat down with her her on the couch. Scarlett sat close and Lenore wrapped her arm around her, "It's complicated Scarlett."

Frowning, Scarlett said, " That's what Dad says when he doesn't want to tell me the truth."

Smiling, Lenore said, "You are very smart."

Scarlett looked down at her lap and said, "Dad's moved out."

Shocked, Lenore lifted Scarlett's chin with a finger, "Why?"

The little girl looked at her aunt with discomfort, "Last night, when I was with dad, somebody killed two people and I saw them."

Lenore's mouth fell open and she pulled Scarlett close, "Oh sweetie, what happened?!"

Scarlett held on to her aunt as she laid her head against her chest, "Their insides were hanging out and they were tied to their beds in their underwear! I was so scared! Daddy said it would be safer if he wasn't here anymore!"

"Shhh," Lenore soothed as she rocked her niece gently, "It'll be okay Scarlett."

Looking up at Lenore, Scarlett asked with teary eyes, "You'll take care of him, right? You always do."

Giving her a comforting smile, Lenore said, "Of course I will. Don't you worry."

As she hugged her niece tightly, Lenore thoughts turned to her brother. Why hadn't he told her? She would have...well what could she have done? She still wished he would have called her to let her know his decision.

"It's past Scarlett's bedtime," came Alex's voice from the kitchen.

Looking over at her sister-in-law, Lenore gave a tight smile. For Scarlett's sake, she tried to remain civil. Rising to her feet, she gave Scarlett one more hug before turning to Alex, "If you need anything, let me know."

Alex crossed her arms across her chest and gave an uncomfortable nod, "I will, thank you."

With a nod, she squeezed Scarlett's hand one last time before heading out the door only to stop and turn to Alex, "Where is John staying?"

Taking hold of the door, Alex said, "He's staying at a hotel called the Cortez."

"Thanks," Lenore said before stepping out of the doorway and heading down the sidewalk.

Alex stared after her for a moment before shutting the door and turning to her daughter, "Time for bed."

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