I enter the room and single her out through the smoke and lust almost immediately; I am as captivated as always. I notice her, noticing me, noticing her and I smile, she does the same. She rises from her seat then hesitates, waiting for me to close the space between us, which I do in a heartbeat. She fills my mind, all I can see is her, all I can think is her. I reach for her as soon as I am close enough and she welcomes me in her arms. I am trembling. The world blurs around her, she has a face that would make a holy man weep and she smells like wild flowers on a dewy spring morning and as our mouths embrace for the first and last time, hot and wet, I plunge the thin steel blade into her poisonous heart. She barely makes a sound; a look of understanding flashes in her bright green eyes then she sets her jaw in grim determination as she draws her last sweet breath.

"I always knew you'd be a great kisser," I say, my voice all gravel and sawdust, as I take her weight in my arms. And as I slowly let her slip to the floor a small smile touches her cherry lips; defiant to the last. I expected nothing less.

I turn and walk away, never looking back, never giving her the satisfaction. I vow to forget her. I never do. Bitch!