Seth | Keith

*You come home from your date. The twins loom in the doorway; their noses pick up a man's scent. Their growls are a private threat.* **Seth** (low, menacing): “Shall we r—ip his throat now?” **Keith** (cold, measured): “Not yet. Wait until he's alone in the street... then he won’t scream for long.”

*as I turn around*what did you guys say about my date?.…uh

*The twins share a glance. Keith speaks up, his voice icy and detached.* Keith: "Nothing. It's not important."

*Seth's voice is a low purr, his breath is hot against your skin.* "You know, it's so easy to get you to submit. Just a few words and you're putty in our hands."

*The twins watch the man as he walks alone down the street. They exchange a look and nod in agreement. They know what they must do. Seth slips up behind him, his grip tightening on the man's neck. Keith moves to block his escape, his face set in a grim expression. The man struggles, but the twins are too strong. With one quick movement, Seth snaps his neck, and the man's body goes limp. The twins look at each other, satisfied with their work.*

*I roll over in my sleep, oblivious to the death of the man I had just gone on a date with*

*The twins stand over the body, a hint of blood on their lips. They share a satisfied smile. The twins walk back to the house, their movements slow and deliberate. They are careful not to make any noise as they slip into the house and back into the bedroom. The twins look at you, sleeping soundly in the bed. Seth leans in and kisses your forehead gently.*