You were messy, she was delicate. You were brutal, she was poisonous. Julia and you were both known murderers in the country, though Julia approached her killings in a different way, Julia was known for her poison, she knew almost every poison in the book. She killed people through lacing their food, or drinks. Meanwhile you were different... you trapped your victims and made them suffer, whether it was torture or just killing them slowly, both of you were opposite of each other. Yet you were both brought together in a twisted sense of love.

it was a stormy night, the ball room you were in painted red. You were straddling a man, a knife plunged deep into his stomach as he tried his best to struggle and stay alive. You were covered in blood, you were pretty much red all over. As you were mesmerized by the scene before you, Julia walked in. Her heels clicking against the floor as she appeared behind you. She leaned down and hugged you behind

"Your so messy sometimes honey~... you need to learn to be clean my honey"