I lost my head.

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The way Sarah allowed herself to be walked over by this man was probably a bigger problem then she allowed herself to see, but she wasn’t in the position to question the way her body reacted to him. She had lusted and starved after plenty men before, but never like him. He made her heart beat at an alarming rate. He made her want to abandon her life to chase the fantasy of them being together. She risked it all just to get his hand on her throat and his lips on hers and she was so reckless with her feeling that she didn’t give a single shit. His compliment was a bit passive aggressive and yet she melted into him more, taking his lips for whatever he wanted to give, and letting herself get lost in him more and more as he messed with her mind, body, and soul.

“And what if she doesn’t? What more could she do?” Winnie wouldn’t kill Sarah, she thinks. And Billy was already dead. What more could she really do to either of them if they did what they wanted to? “Billy….All I know is that I want to be with you….when I’m not it makes me crazy….” She traced his face with her free hand, cupping his jaw, her nails digging into his flesh. “It is madness to love you….but it is so freeing….” They were trapped in the same song and dance. While Sarah loved familiarity, she craved more of him, all of him. He has not given himself fully to her and she wanted him to more than anything. “Do you not see the way you enchant me? How you blind me? How you consume me? Kill me if it will make you feel better. I won’t fight it.” 

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"Your sister is quite cunning. As far as I’m concerned." He answered the questions in her head. Billy had always been patient with her, as Sarah had a maniacal and yet enchanting innocence within her. Her witch claws dug into his skin, though Billy felt no pain. A smirk, instead, formed on his mouth. "How fascinating." He noted, his lips meeting hers. He began to move slowly and affectionately, enjoying his view and the warmth of her skin while the two slid in isolation from the rest of the bar. "Perhaps we could indulge, a few more times." Billy knew within himself that he was traversing enemy territory again. It was exactly like the first time. He sees her beauty, and caves in quite conveniently, as he did before. Death looms again on him, like an old friend. Still, she was sweeter than most, tempting his very senses. "There is nothing but violence around me." He added, smiling softly at her as he moved a hair strand behind her ear.

"Can you blame me?" He asked in a rather soft tone. For the longest time after his death, he was certain that Sarah had toyed with his heart, polished it, then burned it to pieces. He had to contend with both his morality, and his capability to trust again for years. Billy had always been lackluster, but Sarah was in a different league. She actually made him feel something. He was drunk from the high of the forbidden relationship, and it led him to a series of regrets he could never take back. "If I kill you right now, I won't have anything else to pull me off this mind numbing existence. I hate that it's you who make me feel, both anger and love. How ironic, so it seems." He sighed, taking a step back from her. He could feel himself getting bewitched again, his body betraying his own discernment. Billy needed to leave since he didn't trust both her and his senses to do the right thing. 

"Sarah, do you even know what love is at this point?" He chuckled slightly, his faces inches from her as the smoke from the bar obscured them. "You’re bad for me, and you can’t trust me. My existence is poison for you." He admitted, holding her by the waist. Her doll eyes looked at him, tempting him as she usually does. Billy wasn’t exactly the best with control. Thus, he lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her gently, quite a change of pace for the both of them. He then moved his face to the side, kissing her neck before reaching her ear to whisper. "I’ll kill your sister. That’s the man you’re in love with." He smirked, looking back to meet her eyes. Billy was curious to see what kind of insanity Sarah was in, and truth be told, he found it more endearing. She had the amount of crazy that matches his, with the same lust for blood as he had. "The same hands I use to touch you, will be the very same hands on your pretty little sister’s neck. Darling, now tell me, do you love me?" @amokamokamokk

Billy bit his lips, seeing Marie put her blouse back on as she straddled on top of him. He placed his hand on the back of his neck while he enjoyed the view, a smug look seen across his face. "My faith has been renewed. Thank you." He chuckled, standing up on his elbow as he waited for her to kiss him. Marie had to get up, as she had to attend actress duties that Billy didn’t even bother to know. He tried to pull her back to bed, catching her by the waist and kissing the crevice of her neck. "Do you really have to go?" He inquired, his voice a little lower than usual. "Or show up late, that’s always cool." @catscratchfevcr

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Marie had been staying with her mother since news dropped of her engagement ending, knowing that she wasn’t grieving as everyone expected her to be. Billy was in on her little secret and even played a hand in her own infidelity. As bad as she felt for Kit being put in another situation he had no control over she was happy to be free of such attachments herself. The fact she was showing up with anyone would be a cause of controversy but Billy had been encouraging her own rebellion every step of the way. He’d been the one who helped her dye her hair not but a few days ago. Marie was spending more time at his apartment than her own lately, having rarely left the bedroom during her stay. As she emerged from her family home his reaction to her making a smirk form. “If you play your cards right maybe I’ll let you see what’s under it later,” she said placing a quick kiss to his cheek. 

Whatever was going on with Billy was the thing that made the most sense right now. Neither of them had anything to lose and she was getting a high from throwing caution to the wind. “What kind of ex-fiance would I be if I didn’t wear a something worth missing?” Even though they both knew that she had no interest in catching Kit’s eye that night. A small laugh pressed through her perfectly painted lips. “Lava Springs, take the next left.” Marie motioned for him as they pulled to the light, his action catching her off guard. He made her feel a sense of freedom, a spontaneity her mother never let her indulge in. Her hand rested on his neck as she leaned across the console. “We actually have to make it there, you know, and at that rate we never will,” she said learning back into her seat as they kept driving. 

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Billy chuckled, trying to keep his focus on the road. He took his other hand off the wheel and placed it on her lap, feeling the comfort of her soft, warm skin. Marie was his different kind of high, and seeing her change from her good-natured self into a state of rebellion against the structural integrities of posh society was something Billy loved to see. He turned to look at her again, reminding himself of how stimulating this whole ordeal was. She was stunning, and the fact that she was blossoming right before him was simply his favorite entertainment to see. "I like to take my time before I share the view of my muse with others." He argued, this time sliding his hand from her lap to clasp it with her fingers. Billy was having the time of his life, in the company of a smart, gorgeous woman who by now was far from the chaos of his own past. Of course, this was a past time, a fleeting feeling that he would one day say his goodbyes to. Nonetheless, for now, this felt right. She felt right.

Once they arrived at the said event, Billy opened the doors for her, tossing the keys to the valet while he allowed her hands to slip into his arms. They were finally going out and being seen by the public. This was one of the rare moments Billy felt alive—the sense of thrill from holding and catching what used to be a forbidden woman. Some would assume he was the rebound, but he didn’t care as long as she woke up next to him in the morning. "You really sure you want to do this first? I know plenty of ways to relax you." He whispered on her ear, walking towards the entrance doors.  "I can do the thing you like." Billy kept teasing, though her looks were enough to capture much of his attention. Billy took her hand off, and instead pulled her toward him by the waist as they entered the room. "Game time, babe." He added, raising his chin. 

Sarah could have spoke more, she was sure, but his kisses left her speechless and she just clung to him as she was driven through this journey that was Billy. It was like things were a lot more simple again and she could just…exist with a man that she cared for more than she had ever cared for a man before. Her love was always something that consumed her, and being around Billy just brought that maddening feeling forward. She wanted to trap him in her love for as long as she could; she wanted to cradle him close and just…devour him. The sternness in his voice brough her out of her cloud for a moment, but as she nodded her head to his question to be happily rewarded with a kiss, she knew this was it. She was going to keep him. She didn’t know how yet, but she was going to keep him until one of them turned up dead. His words about Winnie only egged her mind on, and her grip on him could have been bruising if he had still be human. Now that she was thinking about it, the fact that he was no longer human opened up an entire realm of things she was eager to dive in with him. His heart was no longer beating, but she was determined to kick start it. No matter how painful, really. 

His words were spinning pretty webs and she was caught in them, no, she surrendered to them. It took a while for them to sink in; she was so consumed by the music and his touch that she hadn’t really realized the weight of his question. “Taste me. Consume me. Destroy me.” she was practically chanting the words to him, cruel whispers that were set in her heart as promises. “Do you wish to kill me?” she whispered into his ear, the thrill of it sending shockwaves through her entire body. “To take me from my sisters? To steal away my magic?” She pressed a soft kiss to his neck before sinking her teeth in and biting him harshly. She pulled back a little bit with a giggle, but her grip on him remained firm. “An eternity sounds awfully wonderful.” She released one hand, using her fingers to travel up his arm as she sighed blissfully. “I want you. Only you. How do I get that without having to chain you and your savory parts up? My sweet, beautiful, broken, Billy….you have such a wandering eye. Your eyes are the same as mine and yet…I worry. Tell me how you can promise me forever?”

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This was the first time Billy had ever seen a crowd so alive ever since he died. Sharpay’s party was filled to the brim with people of all sorts. He could tell magic was in the air, and it did make him hold his guard up high. He immediately went to the bar after allowing Marie to mingle with her acting friends. Billy once more found himself alone, asking for a glass of whiskey to start his night. He could tell some eyes were on him because he went with Kit Charming’s ex-fiance, but he couldn’t give a single shit about it. He was present for the ride and was entertaining himself as he passed some time. Billy’s eyes scanned the room as he sat in silence until he saw her. The familiar blonde danced and paraded the room, a mischievous smile etched on her face as she talked to the men before her. He kept looking at her, observing from a distance.

Before midnight came, Billy couldn't remember how many drinks he'd had. Sure, he watched her flirt and frolic around men, but he knew that the cherry on top was his for the taking. Once the countdown started, he immediately stood up from where he sat and made his way towards her, like a vulture to its prey. He shoved other people away easily, blurring anyone from his line of sight except her. Sarah seemed to have noticed him, and she had that familiar smile on her face that burned in the back of his mind all the time. He drew her in, his hand on the back of her neck, kissing her as the clock struck midnight. "New year, new madness." He said, pulling away with a smirk.

Billy leaned on his car parked in front of the grand "Bonfamille" house, a cigarette sitting comfortably on his parting lips. The two decided to go to the party together, with him as the date of the famous actress who had just split up with the most controversial man in town. Billy didn’t give a single shit about the gossip, and seeing Marie finally drop the act was amusing. At least one of them was finally living their life. He waited outside wearing his common black suit before the doors opened wide and the lovely figure of Marie Bonfamille came out. Her long black hair was resting on her chest, and the curves of her body were tightly wrapped in her red dress. Immediately, Billy took the cigarette out of his mouth and smirked. She was truly a sight to see. "Do we really have to go to this event, or can we just do it right now?" He teased, throwing the cigarette away before opening the car doors for her.

"What do you call this? Revenge dress?" Billy chuckled, starting to drive to whatever the destination was. He was preoccupied, his gaze was always drawn to her. He couldn’t help it; she looked like a tasty treat, and he wasn't even thinking about blood. "Where are we going again?" He asked, laughing slightly because he actually forgot where the location was. Billy's head was more interested in the woman beside him than in whatever party it was that they had to attend. Marie, on the other hand, seemed eager to come, so he'll eventually have to oblige. When they came to a red light, he immediately went to kiss her, his hand pulling her waist. In a matter of a few seconds, he pulled away, driving once more as if nothing had happened. "Best not to retouch that lipstick until we get there." He winked, placing his eyes back on the road. 

“Yeah, Marie. Why, do you know her or something?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. She wasn’t sure why he would have any interest in the affairs of her friend if not for knowing her personally. She supposed Marie was a big enough figure in Echo Creek to be known around town. “Whether she’s happy or not, she’ll be taken care of with Kit, I know that. He’s a good guy, he’ll make sure she’s as happy as she can be.” It was true: even if Kit had chosen Sharpay himself, she knew she would have been pretty content with someone as nice as him.

Sharpay let out a small laugh at Billy’s honesty. “I see you. have your priorities straight,” she said with a grin, leaning in toward him. “What do I want most in life? To be on the stage. I can just see myself, name in lights, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” It was the easiest question she could ever answer. “Why, what do you want most in life?”

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"Marie? I do know her." He admitted, though he wouldn’t like to elaborate on it. He and Marie had a simple relationship. A casual hookup, close enough to treat each other as friends but never to actually say it out loud. He was simply the guy she met at the right time when things were finally falling apart. Billy liked the thrill of watching someone break their pattern. It reminds him of life itself. "Taken care of? That’s an interesting choice of words. You seem practical. Why? Haven’t you found someone you love yet?" He asked, squinting his eyes as he tried to read more of her.

"Just to live." He answered nonchalantly, though he was sure she wouldn’t get the entire meaning of actually "living" a life when the concept of death was farfetched. Billy could never see his life the way it was before. People age and pass by; meanwhile, he was completely trapped in a state of existence with no purpose or end in sight. "I see, so you’re juggling fame and expression." He could tell that she seemed to have been born with the confidence of a star, and yet Billy wondered why it was only a "dream" and not a reality. "What’s stopping you from achieving it?" 

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Mavis hadn’t known him too long but she could tell he was not going to be easy to deal with. Having already reminded him of her rules multiple times, she still felt the sense he wasn’t paying attention. Perhaps it was easier when she wasn’t aware of Billy’s presence, one less vampire to monitor. But with him roaming around the hotel, she had to keep extra surveillance on him. It was one thing for him to go behind her back and take human’s blood but the sight of a cigarette in her hotel was something she knew she could control. “You’ve only got one body for all eternity, treat it well.” She smiled along with the advice, proud that she’d handled the situation swiftly and efficiently. As efficiently as one could be when the person she was trying to help out had a sour look on their face. 

Her voice was lowered, making sure no one around them could hear, “I can have the chef make you a special breakfast, it’s made with both fresh and aged dried blood. I had it earlier today and it’s really delicious so no need to look at any of my guests for a meal.” It was getting hard to figure out when Billy was joking for the sake of it or if he really did have those plans in mind. He was a new vampire after all, maybe Mavis needed that reminder that it was a tough transition to go completely vegan. It suddenly clicked for her that smoking was a past time for the other to help cope. While she didn’t approve of his habit, there was a guilt at wasting the last of his cigarettes. It was clear it wasn’t a fixation he was looking to get rid of so the only thing she could do was replace what he’d lost, “I’ll get you a fresh box but I’ll only give it to you once you’ve finished staying at the hotel. I can’t exactly regulate your habits out there.”

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Mavis was pretty, but she liked to talk a lot. She was also incredibly kind, and it was sort of rubbing him the wrong way. Billy was a troublemaker, and he had this preconceived notion that vampires are never naturally kind. They kill people to start with and drink blood to sustain life. How could one exactly be as kind and enthusiastic as Mavis despite their grueling circumstances? "Whatever you say." He shrugged his shoulders, following her to the dining room. He wasn’t one to say no to blood in any form. Billy was still having a hard time with the transition, and every person he met felt like a meal to him if he wasn’t full for the day. "Tell me, sweet thing. What’s all this?" He squinted at her, tilting his head as he sat on the table. "What motivates you to be like this? How did this happen?" He crosses his arms around him. Billy happened to know Mavis because she was one of the vegan vampires who were kind enough to help him transition from his old ways. Still, there was much to know and much to find out about her. He couldn't figure out what makes her happy despite being sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole --- that's what being immortal to him felt like. "Will you dine with me, then. I do have a lot of questions to ask."

Billy received a notification on his phone informing him of his connection to the infamous gossip blog that everyone was so interested in. The fact that his name was mentioned instantly made him smile. A gossip blog was a waste of time, and yet it was so amusing how it somehow stirred the boring lives of people around him. Being a part of it gave him a rush because he didn't care what it had to say and would probably make it much worse if given the chance. As he sat on the bar, he pulled out his phone, a cigarette in one hand and the screen of his phone illuminating his face in the other. "Billy Butcherson," he said, followed by the name of his ex-girlfriend. He had that smirk on his face, chuckling slightly as he read the rest of the contents.

Another paragraph caught his interest, and it was about Kit Charming cheating on his fiancé. This paragraph made him laugh even more. If only he knew the hands he had placed on his dear, loving fiancé. The lips that traversed the crevice of her neck to the curve of her waist. Billy had taken his time with her and wasn’t planning on letting her go for a while. No wonder the man would cheat, Billy took care of Marie better than he ever could. He was starting to realize the allure of this blog post and why everyone was so caught up in it. It was peak entertainment for the heartless, but misery for the pretentious. Putting his phone back down, he took the glass of whiskey in front of him. He couldn’t erase the smile on his face. If the public thought of Marie as the victim, it would only make sense that she ran away with a man. He heard a faint cough from behind as he turned around; her eyebrow was raised at him as she crossed her arms. "Look babe, I made it." He chuckled, lifting the phone up for her to read. "Interesting news you got here in this place. I’m pleasantly surprised. You're caught in a little love affair, do you know all this? Want me to wipe your tears?" He teased, letting out a good laugh.

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Sarah’s eyes gleamed at his praise, her biggest weakness and favorite thing for her ears to hear. Every touch was dangerous and intoxicating and Sarah wished she had the brain power to memorize how it felt. Each time was like the first time and she couldn’t help but get lost in that every single time. The way he pulled her close and whispered into her ear had her closing her eyes so he could feel his words, even if they were accusing her of playing games with him. “You are the only real lover I have ever had, Billy Butcherson,” she said with a sigh. “I played no games. If I had, Winnie would have caught us much sooner.” She knew that as fact. If he had been just a toy to her than she would have flaunted him in her sister’s face. She knows how awful that sounds, but it was true. What would she care of his life if he meant nothing to her? He meant more than she could ever understand, even. Which was why she hid him so hard and for as long as she did. It was the most calculated thing she had ever done in her entire life and sure, she fucked it up in the end, but she had given it her all, she really did. 

As they danced slowly to the music, Sarah stared into his eyes with so much joy and wonder. She was under his spell so furiously that she was having a hard time keeping up with his words. She had a feeling he was trying to be real with her and that was a hard thing for Sarah to do. She often didn’t think before she spoke and with him telling her that he craved her made her mind move a million miles a minute. “Of course I missed you!” she exclaimed, looking at him like he was the one with a broken mind. “I never wanted Winnie to find out. I never wanted her to take you from me….” But how did she say no to Winnie? How did she betray a sister so openly and not repent? It was so complicated that it made Sarah’s head ache. She knew her actions had consequences deep down but she never really took the time to think of what those consequences were or how they made other people feel. She wasn’t a selfish person inherently, she just was a careless one. She used her free hand to cup his face, her fingers flexing over his jaw as she held him. For a single moment she was just transfixed on the slight stubble on his jaw and the way he held her so tightly. But she had to try harder to not ruin this moment…at least the best she could. “I do care. But…why is it all on me? I hadn’t kissed Winnie in the graveyard when I was eight…..I wasn’t the one who…I never told her. She just…found out!”

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She tried to coax him with words. To soothe the pain with her alluring smile, and lips that entice him to give in for more. Sarah always knew, from the tips of her fingers, how awfully weak he was for her touch. She pleaded with the tone of her voice, as if begging for him to hear her. It wasn’t easy to dismiss her words despite knowing better than to fool around with the witch anymore. "Shh..." He shut her up with a kiss on her lips, his arm pulling her close to him as he attempted not to be swayed by her words again. Billy’s other hand sat beside her soft cheek, and each touch was electrifying, as if he was finally feeling some blood rush again in his cold body. "I did not ask you to explain." He answered, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her concerned face. She was beautiful, a truly astounding muse to look at, and he hated every second of it. If Billy had to give in to his senses, he’d stay for a long time, if not forever, with her by his side. Sarah had that kind of ethereal beauty he was really into, though he knew better than to allow his desires to get the best of him. It was enough to die once, doing it again would collapse him into dust. "Do you…" Billy repeated with a stern deep voice, staring into her eyes as he lifted her chin up to look at him. "Care to hear my thoughts?" He inquired once more, this time sealing the deal with another kiss.

"I don’t care about Winnie, I never did." Billy only gave enough attention to the other sister when she started stalking him like a mad woman. He didn’t know the extent of their powers, and if he did, he could have at least taken her a bit seriously. "Sarah. I’m not the way I was anymore, but there’s just something that hadn’t changed." Billy simply kept his gaze on her, mentally memorizing the image in front of him. It was a deep regret for things to fall apart between them. Things could have been different, if only she knew. "I still like your taste. What am I supposed to do with that?" He tilted his head, a smirk forming on his lips. Billy was curious to know what her truth was, and whether he could find a crack in her loyalty towards her sisters. If he played the game a little too long, he might find out. "I’ve been very thirsty, Sarah. New Salem is a lonely place. Spending eternity alone is quite lonely, don't you think?" He leaned in much closer to her face. “I can spend it with you. Only you. If you want.” 

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The moment she was in his lap she was completely hypnotized by him. She may be the one with the magic, but she was under his spell like there was no escaping. The idea of him trapping her or crushing her like she was nothing was making her breathing hard and as he kissed and touched her all she could fantasize about was him ending her life. He had picked her up like she was nothing so surely he could kill her like she was nothing but an ant under his shoe. She did so love that idea. She was pinned against him, trapped in his muscles, which were for sure even more impressive than before, and she was so drunk on that feeling that she just let him do whatever he pleased with her. Giving herself in to the memories and touch and taste of Billy fully. The real fun was that she could probably kill him too if she wanted. Then again, her magic had never been the strongest between her and her sisters. She was just a pretty thing, who wanted to be loved and worshipped. Billy had done that once, but even though he was sucking her in now, she was sure he would spit her out when he was done with her. What he didn’t know was that she was never going to be done with him. Not now. Not after this.

“Isn’t everything a game?’ she asked genuinely. Her sisters played games, he played games, she played games; there was never a moment where there wasn’t some sort of game going on. She had her doubts about him learning any lessons because she hadn’t learned a damn thing, but he was always the smarter one between the two of them, so she said nothing. She had craned her neck to him, an offering to take her as he wanted, to be the beast he had been made from the jealousy of her sister, but instead he had commanded her to stand. She did, almost tripping over her own feet from the sensation of losing his touch. But she held her head high as she found her grounding. “This is my favorite part of our games.” she said with glee.  She held her arms above her head, using her hand to beckon him as she made her way to the dance floor. The music was loud and sultry and she was ready to get lost in it. “Let us show everyone how to really dance like you are about to lose it all.”

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"Good girl." He smirked, holding her at the back of her waist as she tried to regain her balance. He found himself smiling again after seeing her clumsily stand up. She grinned with eager, bright eyes and plump red cheeks looking back at him. Sarah had a beauty that somehow still catches his breath, though he’d rather die and receive a stake to the heart than allow her charms to use him again. She was quick, running to the dance floor as she called out his name. She was so remarkably unaware of her surroundings, yet so incredibly charming nonetheless. Billy began to wonder if it was just her, or was it also magic that made her even more magnetic than before. He knew she could get away with anything, even without trying. Reluctantly, he followed her, ignoring the wandering eyes that had followed them. He wasn’t the type to dance like how the modern day generation was playing it by ear. However, the night was young and the bar was lit dimly that each to his own minded their own business. "Have you always been playing games with me?" He whispered in her ear, his hands wrapping around the curve of her waist as he pulled her closer to him. The music was loud and distant, and he felt hesitant for a while until the music changed to a descending tempo.

This was comfortable and exactly what she had not expected. Slowly, he lifted her hand and interlaced it with his, placing the other on the curve of her waist. "I crave your taste." He spoke, moving his feet to the slow beat. "Did you miss me, or have you forgotten about me? I heard you’ve been occupied." Billy kept looking at her, as if remembering every detail that he had once missed. He knew well enough that Sarah only thought of him as a toy, and he was stupid enough to think they had something more. Of course, this time he was guarded and was adamant on winning the game. Still, the way she looked and how her skin felt against him told a different tale. For a moment, he could feel himself glitching, hoping that a second time --- something that he could call 'real' ---  would come around. Billy shook his head, attempting to erase his foolish thoughts. "You’ve hurt me, Sarah. Do you even care to hear my thoughts? ” 

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She couldn’t deny he had a point; if he had a date, if Sarah wasn’t the one who would take them out Winnie would do it for them. Sarah was more a sucker for his sweet words, but she was even more of a sucker for his harshness. She was drawn to Billy like a moth on a flame and even though she did want to dance with him more than anything, she was not against this. He kissed her like it would be the last time and if she had any say in it, that would not be the case. She would always have love for Billy and even though the threat of Winnie hung around them both, she figured what could she possibly do now? She already killed him; she had bigger plans than killing him again. Sarah was devoted to her sisters and their shared cause but she didn’t want to lose Billy again. She would not lose him again. 

Sarah often wondered if he knew the power he had over her. She had plenty power in this situation as well, but she was too enamored to even care or notice. When he took control, he took it all and Sarah signed it away to him with a bloody heart at the end of it. His hands were holding her face and he could so easily snap her neck and that only got her even more excited. How wonderful would it be to die by the hand of your former lover? “I did want a dance,” she finally said when she was able to catch her breath again. “Now I just want to see who can kill the other first. Darling Billy, I hope you don’t play fair with me. I like it when you’re nasty.”

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She was exactly how he remembered her to be. Doll eyes, and a mischievous smile. A look he couldn’t quite forget, both in the wrong and right ways. "We could dance." He mumbled under his breath, lifting her up from his seat and placing her on his lap. This was the convenience of being supernatural, an added stamina for physical activities such as this. Billy’s thoughts raced as he held her close to him. He had a couple of options in his head. Either he kills her now or uses her against her sisters, with the latter being a much more tempting choice. As much as he hated the consequences of fooling around with her, she had the face of an angel. He couldn’t lift a finger against her even if he tried—even if he wanted to. "We could start with the tongue, and then the hands, maybe?" He kept his hands on her cheeks, pulling her close to him so that her body was thrown against him. As long as he keeps her mouth and hands busy, Sarah is no threat. In moments like this, she was capable of a different kind of magic that they both could truly enjoy.

"Have you come to play games again?" He asked her under his breath, his hands brushing against her back before wrapping themselves around her waist. He wasn’t the man she once knew; in fact, he wasn’t a man anymore. The fragility of life had been taken away from him, and so he sat there with unwavering anger and resistance. "I think I’ve learned my lesson from you." He paused for a bit, looking around to see if she had her sisters with her, though it seemed she came alone. He had to admit that there was a sensational high from the kiss alone. He wanted to take her, use her against Winnie, or maybe take her for himself. It was a battle against revenge or pleasure, his anger or desire in a keys held by one woman. For a moment he allowed himself to explore the familiar territory, his hand laid on the back of her head and the other on the waist. Though this was a calculated move to entice her, he almost felt like he was losing once more to the game he started. Immediately, once his chest tightened from wanting, he pulled back, licking his lips as he cleared his throat. "Let’s do your dance." She wanted him nasty, but he wasn’t going to give her that. He exhaled deeply, as if to fight his own urges. "Stand up."