LILY
Maybe she liked him too - and that’s what would make his death so sad to her, knowing that this was the last thing they said and did to each other. Hindsight is gonna be a mother-fucking-bitchFor a moment, she’s happily purring, the feeling of his hands on her hips and then his hands on her clit set the demon in her at ease as she grinds against his fingers. Her own hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into his skin as if she’s holding on for the ride of her life. And she is, until something switches in her unpredictable brain - the mewling and the thrusting all of a sudden turn bad, the need for sex flipping into a need for blood (ha!) and violence and something straight out of a frat bro’s worst nightmare.
An unearthly growl starts in her throat, quickly rising to a fevered pitch. Lily shoves him away and then doesn’t hesitate to leap forward, trying to do god only knows what to him - but the tides have suddenly turned, and it’s no longer playtime.
don't know if you love me or you want me dead
the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
