Red. Such a bold and daring color. Infuriating me, enticing me, calling me. The color of my obsession, a blur of red. Oh how the sultry color can make my blood boil, my heart race, my palms sweaty. It annoys me to no end-the fact that I have become an addict. The same carmine color has been haunting me in my dreams. Reviving those feelings that I thought were long gone. Remember. Remember I said my obsession of crimson will soon be my possession.

She was there again. My bewitching victim. The flow of her silky material wrapped around her accentuating her every curve. Her pale flesh scintillating against the vermillion dress. Her scent of innocent enrapturing me. The urge was too strong. The moment was too right. I stood there feasting on her image, my eyes not moving away from her. Her delicate perfection driving me insane.

I started advancing towards her, prowling slowly toward my prey, my eyes never leaving hers. I smirked at her and brought her into the dark and looming alley outside. She smiles at me, not understanding what I want to do with this bold, vivid temptress. She 's mine. I grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pinning her to the ominous wall. Her eyes look on to mine, challenging me, my authority, stifling my power over her. I leaned forward and breathed down her neck, sending faint kisses on her collarbone. She stiffened, whether in fear or excitement I couldn't tell. I stop, savoring the moment I grow excited, pleasure signals tingle up and down my spine as I moved slowly kissing her neck and then the jays. The growl at the back of her throat signals me to have her right there. My left hand held the knife, shearing the back of her dress. She started shivering and feels the titillating presence of my knife, which I hold so dear to my heart. The tip slitting her alabaster skin, trailing down her spine. The blood trickling, staining her scarlet dress to a dark crimson. She looks at me intently in my eyes and kisses me. A kiss. A kiss that gave everything she had pouring into me. Giving me her life. In a kiss. So desperate, so needy, so true. Surprisingly, I kissed back. It was more than a kiss. It wasn't just lust, but the other four letter word I was deprived of: love. I found her. My savior.