The Bank

"Don't you fucking dare!" Anderson's voice rang out into the large room, echoing against the marble floors. A small shudder passed through Lillian as she took in the tear stained faces of those who were sprawled across the chill floor. This was a fucking mess. It hadn't started that way, Lillian reminded herself. Truthfully, when Anderson had came to Lillian with the idea to rob the bank, she balked. She balked hard. But they needed the money- though everyone says that. Regardless, they were there with Anderson pointing a damned gun at a group of innocents. What bothered Lillian the most was the kids. There were kids here and Anderson was literally being a dick. Lillian sighed and ran her hands through her thick curls, cringing as her fingers tore through knots. Soft mumbling caught her attention as Anderson stalked to the bank manager. Slowly, Lillian turned to face a pale woman bent at the waist, praying to something. Despite the beads of sweat dotting her forehead, the worry lines creasing her eyebrows, she was stunning. Lillian bit her lip as she took in the woman's dark eyes and even darker hair that reached her hips. The woman lifted her eyes to meet Lillian, though she kept her head down. Lillian frowned before crouching down to be at eye level with the praying woman. Using one finger to tilt up her soft face, she mouthed Sorry. The woman's beautiful, brown eyes widened as a soft blush took upon her face. Lillian smiled. Just as she was about to inquire more into the woman, Anderson's nasally voice yelled out for her. She rolled her eyes, like there was some humor the poor woman was missing before she glided to her husband.

"Yes, my love?", Lillian preened, tucking her chin down in a show of false submission. Anderson's chest puffed up and Lillian fought to hold back a scoff.

"Mr. Scott here claims they don't keep money on site." Anderson bit out the terrified man's name, smirking at his obvious fear. Lillian just rolled her eyes and ran her hand, clad with red fingernails down Mr. Scott's chest.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Scott. Won't you be honest with us? It's only money after all." Mr. Scott shook beneath her slight hand. He nodded before closing his eyes.

Lillian grinned before pressing a soft kiss to both of his closed eyes, leaving the barest hint of red lipstick upon his dark skin. Anderson gripped her wrist, hard. But Lillian didn't stop with her silent attack, letting her lips trail down his cheek before pressing the lightest kiss upon his trembling lips. "Good boy."

Anderson's face grew to be as red as Lillian's lipstick stains. With bruising strength, he pulled his wife away from the man before placing his hand onto Mr. Scott's back. "Now, if you ever do please." The man stumbled forward, turning the corner into some darker shadow of the bank. Straightening, Lillian ran her fingers over her bruising wrist before petting the hair of a small child to her right. The woman, Lillian noticed, was no longer praying. Instead, her gaze was focused intently upon Lillian. With a slight smirk, she strode to the woman, letting her black heels click upon the marbled floor.

"What is your name, love?" The woman turned her face down. "Aw. My poor dear. Will you not let me look at you?", Lillian purred.

The woman straightened, spreading her black skirts around her crossed legs. With mounting confidence, a slight smile graced her soft features. "Aalia," her voice rang out. Lillian ran her fingers over Aalia's face, settling on her lips.

"My dear Aalia. How are you today?" The bank was silent, the only sound being Lillian and Aalia's voices and the distant rumbling near the vaults. Aalia let out a harsh laugh. "Oh I'm doing brilliantly. How are you, my seductive thief?" A soft chuckle slipped through Lillian's lips. Bold, she thought, how bold.

"Oh I'm lovely. Just spending some quality time with my h- partner. You know how it is." How long would Aalia play along, Lillian thought. How far would she take it?

Aalia's spine straightened. She's testing me. Very well. Aalia never got the chance to play. "He seems amazing. Lucky man." Lillian narrowed his eyes. "The best. However-" Just as Lillian went to continue on with her new favorite game, Anderson came bolting out of the vault.

"That dick! He set off an alarm. We need to go. Right fucking now." Anderson flew by like a shot, reaching out for Lillian's hand. But she crossed her arms. "Where is my dear Mr. Scott?" Anderson skidded to a stop, his eyebrows narrowing. "You want to talk about this right now?" Lillian nodded before he leaned forward brushing lips against her ear. Repressing a shudder as hot air caressed her ear, she stood very, very still.

"Currently, I believe he is staining the gorgeous marble floors." Looking down, she spot the gun hanging from Anderson's fingers. She smiled. "Okay, dear. Let us go," looking over her shoulder, she met Aalia's eyes once more. "Goodbye for now." Anderson halted. Quick as a flash of lightning, he threw her against the wall, his hand tight against her slender throat. "We are not leaving here with loose ties. Clean up. Isn't that what you're so good at, baby?" Lillian attempted to nod, but it is rather hard when your throat is being crushed. He handed her his pistol, patting her on the bank.

Turning from Anderson she glided to Aalia, raising the gun to Aalia's temple. But before she pulled the trigger, she leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"You have two options, my beauty. You live, and come with me, or you die. Though if I had to pick, I would say that dying in a drab bank robbery would be rather boring." Aalia let out a soft whimper, gazing up at Lillian's pale blue eyes. She nodded before closing her eyes. Suddenly, the gun left her temple and before she could open her eyes, a shot rang out and struck a shocked Anderson in the chest.

Lillian strolled over, delicately placing the thin heel of her shoe against the bloody hole near his heart. "Goodbye, husband dear. It is a shame you couldn't get the money." Lillian pressed down on his chest. "Though, that is a lie isn't it?" With that, Lillian removed her heel from his chest and crouched in the growing pool of blood. Anderson shut his eyes as his face began to pale. With the tilt of her hand, she placed her hand into the bag that had landed just above his hand and closed her fingers against the stiff pile of papers. With the smile, she pressed her lips against his. "One last time for the road." With that she jumped up and slung the bag over her shoulder before grabbing Aalia's hand. "Are you sure?", Lillian asked.

Was she sure? Aalia did not know. But, what she did know, was she was so fucking sick of her life. And with that, she climbed into Lillian's black van and they took off speeding to the intersection, wind blowing through her hair, and she had never felt more free.