Slow tempo music filled the large room of the old, abandoned theater. It had been shut down for years. Boards barred the large windows to keep the sunlight from shining through, concealing the room in shadows. Candles surrounded the edge of the oval shaped stage creating a soft glow for the couple dancing upon the platforms. Jonathan lead the dance, his arms embracing his beloved, holding the thin woman close with her cheek resting on his clothed shoulder. Her strawberry blond hair swayed with their slow movements, the soft curls bouncing ever so slightly.

"Such a lovely night. It couldn’t be more perfect," Jonathan commented softly, resting his temple against the top of her head. He gently ran his fingertips through the curly mass of Sara’s silky hair, savoring the feel of its texture.

"No, no, there’s no need to speak," he urged.

They continued to dance about the wooden floors of the stage, the music enveloping them as Sara’s emerald velvet dress swirled about his legs as they spun.

Jonathan smiled, placing his hands upon Sara’s shoulders, pulling back to examine his beloved. Sara’s head rolled back revealing dark bruises on the flesh on her neck as Jonathan stared into the two hollow holes where her eyes had been gouged out. Blood streamed down her pale white cheeks in a thin line, looking as if she were crying.

He brushed his callused thumb gently across Sara’s cheek, "You look absolutely ravishing tonight, my love, even more so than you ever had been before."

He brought his lips to hers, kissing her cold lips. He closed his eyes and pulled her lifeless body against his, feeling his groin tighten. His breath was labored as he pulled back, restraining himself. "You don’t know what you do to me Sara. You push me over the edge."

His dark blue eyes searched her face, a frown suddenly touching his thin lips. "Be silent! It’s your fault! All your fault you damn bitch!" He shook her roughly causing her head and jerk back and forth, making a terrible cracking sound of bones grinding. He shoved her away from him abruptly, her limp body falling to the floor with a soft thump.

"Whore!" he shouted over the music that continued to play.

A look of stock terror filled his features. He rushed to Sara’s side, falling to his knees beside her. Gently, Jonathan lifted her into his arms, cradling her gently to his chest, placing her head beneath his chin.

"Forgive me, my love. You know I have a short temper. You really mustn’t speak so." He whispered softly as he ran his fingers through the tangled mess, closing his eyes. He could feel his erection begging to be released from its confinements. A tortured groan escaped his lips. Lifting his head, he placed a kiss a top her head then the tip of her nose, her pale lips, and cheeks. He licked the blood from his lips and grinned. "You taste wonderful, Sara. I must have more."

He brought his lips to hers once more in a bruising kiss, slipping his tongue into her dry mouth. His large hand ventured to the top of her gown, freeing her breasts from the tight bodice. He molded them into his hand, twisting them. It wasn’t long before the pale, almost transparent flesh began bruise. He broke the kiss, moving his lips across her chin and trailing his tongue down her long neck. He continued across her collarbone until his mouth neared the pink flesh of her nipple. He took it into his mouth, sucking and biting at it. He dug his teeth deep into the flesh before biting the round peak off. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste of the soft flesh, then swallowed. Blood ran from her breast, spilling down the front of the gown, staining it. He lowered his head and began to lap it up like a kitten starving for milk. He jerked his head up suddenly and lashed out at her.

"Shut up, you fucking whore! I will take what I want from you, when I want it!" his eyes glared at her, the ice blue orbs burning with rage before they slowly began to soften. He sighed heavily and ran his hand through is dark brown hair, smiling sheepishly before covering her body with his own, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I am truly sorry, Sara. Surly you should know by now not to question my actions. You never questioned that man who took you to bed the night I found you. But you never loved him." Jonathan softly brushed the curls from her pale face. "You love me. You always loved me and you will. Forever."

He braced himself above her, unlacing his breeches and freeing his pulsing erection. With his free hand, he lifted up the skirts his beloved’s velvet gown and spread her legs, lifting her knees slightly as he settled between them. He guided his member into her opening, forcing himself in not having the moister to help him in. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the tightness of her sheath around his manhood.

"So nice," he shuddered as he began to slowly pump in and out of her stiff and lifeless body. Soon, he began to pick up speed. He imagined her arms wrapping lovingly around his neck as they moved into unison to the sound of the music playing louder over his moans. He threw his head back and arched his back as her slammed into her, panting.

Suddenly he couldn’t breathe. His chest burned painfully, eyes snapping open as he brought his hand to his chest. He stared down into Sara’s face, mouthing the word ‘Why?’ as he watched a small smile touching her blue tinged lips.

He fell on top of her limply, his face buried between her bosom. Everything went still.

The two lovers lay on the floor in the center of the stage, interlocked. Dust surrounded their remains, the candles burnt out, and the music no longer played.