Lilac slumped herself down on her bed and grabbed a book off the beside table beside her. Quickly flipping through the pages, she found where she left off.

Halfway through reading, the sense hit her. The tickling on her lips. She rubbed them and it went away. A few seconds later, it came back, and stronger too.

Lilac closed her book and put back on the table. She rubbed her lips again, but it didn't go away this time.

"But my husband's at work..." She whispered to herself.

Just then her cell phone rang. Lilac pulled it from her pocket and held it up. It was her husband's work. She clicked the green button and held it up to her ear.

"Hello Mrs. Jack. Your husband doesn't seem to have come to work today. Is he sick?" The crackly voice asks.

"No, he isn't sick unfortunately. He left a few hours ago telling me he was going to work. Are you sure he isn't there?" Lilac asked back.

"We've checked over and over. He isn't here."

Then the voice suddenly cuts off, leaving Lilac with more questions then answers. Where was her husband? Why wasn't he at work? And why did the sense hit her again after six years?

Lilac immediately pulled on her shoes and headed out the door. Whenever things like this happened, her sister was always there.

She slipped into the driver seat, backed out into the street, and drove away. Then another call came in from her husband. She picked it up and put it between her ear and shoulder.

"Hey honey, what's up?" She asked.

"Oh nothing dear. What's been up with you while I'm at work?" A quiet moaning comes from the background as he speaks.

"I was reading a book when that sense I told you I had hit me. Do you know anything about that?" Lilac wondered.

"Oh, um, of course not! I would never cheat, you know that!" He exclaims.

Lilac instantly knew he was lying. She grabbed the phone and hit the red button before slamming the gas and speeding to her sister's house with tears streaming from her face.

When she arrived, she skidded the car to a stop and leaped out. Then she stormed up to the porch, skimmed through her keys, found the one key and jammed it into the lock. The door flew open and Lilac stomped into the house. The inside is deserted. Lilac glanced around before quietly sneaking towards the bedroom. Just when she is behind the door, her sister opened it and glanced around. When she saw her front door open, she rushed out with a gasp.

"Carlos! Someone's broken in!" She exclaimed.

Lilac's husband came running out of the room with no shirt.

After he did, Lilac silently slipped into the room and into the closet, closing the door enough so she could still see them, but so that they couldn't see her.

Outside the room, Carlos and her sister, Gulia searched around for the person who broke in before giving up and closing the door and locking it. Then they went back into the room. Carlos pressed his body to Gulia's and kissed her with a great force. Lilac's lips tickled as she watched. Guila leaned back with turned her head to the side, showing her neck. Carlos ooed and moved to her side before leaning his head down and slowly biting down her neck. She moaned and Carlos smiled as he continued.

Suddenly, Carlos slowly moved his hands down her body and grabbed just above her ass. He lifted her up and carried her above him to one side of the bed. Gulia's long hair hung down in his face and she growled playfully.

"Tiger." She whispered.

Carlos put his lips onto hers as he laid her down on the bed and lay beside her. Lilac's lips tickled yet again.

Suddenly, as Carlos begins slowly removing her shirt and pants, and she moans again, Lilac can't take it anymore.

"You fucking bitches." She whispered.

Gulia snaps her head up and looked toward the closet. Carlos lifts his head with wide eyes before trying to bite down her neck again. She holds up a finger to stop him.

"Someone's in the closet." She snapped.

Carlos widens his eyes again and turns that direction.

"You dirty, no good, lying...STUPID ASS BITCHES!" Lilac slams the door against a wall. Her gaze is covered with a thick shadow. Then she looks up and sneers at them.

Guila stands up completely and stares at her nervously.

Carlos stays where he is.

"Oh dear Guila..." Lilac slowly walks toward the bed. "Your nervous aren't you?"

Guila gulps.

Lilac reaches behind her and grabs the handle of the knife in her pocket she had prepared for exactly this moment. Then she slowly begins making her way around the bed.

Carlos stands up and puts Guila behind him. "Stop it, Lilac."

Lilac eagerly licked her lips. "Make me." She growled.

Carlos straightened authoritativly despite the storm of nervousness and chaos reining in his gut and head. "Stop." He said again. "You're not going to get to her except through me."

Lilac smiled. "Gladly." She swung her hand out from her back and dug the knife deep into Carlos's body.

Crimson red blood poured from the hole left behind. Lilac pulled the knife and pushed Carlos onto the bed. The sheets absorbed the blood almost like a vaccuum.

Guila gasped with a hint of panick.

Lilac slowly licked up the knife and let the blood ooze over her face.

Guila gulped again.

Lilac then, in one motion, swung her hand forward again and let the knife fly. Guila barely had any time to react as it buried itself deep into her chest. She groaned and fell against her nightstand.

Dead.

Lilac smiled with a frightening pleasure.