The pouring cold rain could only be heard as it harshly plopped against the outside ground and windows that belonged to the club you found yourself enjoying. The loud music left goosebumps on anyone present, it's noise causing this almost natural reaction. Loud as the setting was, you couldn't help but feel unease as you held eye contact with a mysterious stranger that seemed to belong anywhere but this hellish place. At the butt of the street stood a building, nightly hosting a party which you attended.

It was impossible to miss the intimidating figure of only your worst nemesis, someone you believed oblivious to your one-sided hatred. He didn't know you were the one who struck the contrast between life and death, mercilessly. Mr. Detective appeared confident on catching you tonight, so your only desire was to toy your way out of this.

The small glass crashed with the counter top, harshly. You admired the flushed face of the dignified detective, wich fairly began to redden as the alcohol took control of his system. He wasn't fully intoxicated with this addicting substance, and it was just perfect to tease him. You purred seductive comments as your conversation went on, Cyrus was only blinded by the liquor who took a slight effect on him.

You drank only to encourage him, until you realised the mistake, finding yourself in an alley surrounded by dark, and a pair of arms. The knife in your hand hung loosely, while the mouth which intertwined with yours let it's tounge slip and penetrate you. Your mind was foggy and any memory before this seemed to fade away. You could taste something metallic each time the man's tounge shoved against yours, and who else would know best about blood?

Days!... This feels all too blurry to even be real, was that damned detective really holding you pinned onto a cold wall as he gave you wet kisses?! This has to be some... Bullshit!