She gave him those bedroom eyes and he was charmed, instantly. He followed her out of the hazy, flashing lights of the club out into the alley way. The air was wet as she took his hand and led him away from the glow of the street lamps.
"I'm just this way," she said. Her lipstick was still perfect, the red of overripe cherries.
Above him he could see the flash of a falling star despite thickness of the city's sky. He thought about wishing on it, but he was convinced that his wishes were already coming true. She pulled him beneath a stairwell and kissed him on the mouth. She leaned back, smiling for a moment. It was curious. The glint of her teeth against the darkness of her lips was almost jarring. She brought them down into the soft of his neck.
First there was pleasure, and then there was pain. Then, there was nothing.