Blood On My Hands -Gerbert-

Gerard - JephaWhitesides
Bert - Me

Why hadn;t he just killed him? he'd done it a thousand times before nd gotten away with it. Now he was just stuck with some crawny, black haired man cowering in the corner and staring at the knife in his hands.
"If I was going to kill you don;t you think I'd have done it in YOUR apartment?" he snapped.

"i-um-i i DONT KNOW just p-please dont hurt me..." Gerard couldnt stop staring at the knife in the hands of the man standing across the room. This wasnt really what he expected to happen tonight.

Bert strode across teh room and, using the knife, tilted Gerards head up A small smirk broke acorss his face as he viewed the older man.
"You're a pretty one aren;t you?" he asked, mostly to himself "It would be such a shame to kill you" he added, meeting Gerards hazel eyes.