jbluphin asked prettyarbitrary:
Anderson/Sally: Serial killers
It wasn’t exactly that she liked it…but she did.
The hunt, the chase, the stalking a victim till you knew them as intimately as your own lover. It was love, in a way. Well. She wasn’t quite that far gone, but it was something like it. A terrible, deep compassion. When she pushed the pillow over their faces, or tightened the garrote around their necks, it felt like she was the one struggling for air.
Killing people was wrong, Sally knew that, but she also knew how it felt to be so alone that all you wanted was a hand to hold in the dark. It felt beautiful, to die with someone.
“One day,” Anderson asked as they arranged the old man peacefully, “will you do me?”
Sally smiled at him. ”Yeah. One day.”
If she had to call it something, she’d call it sacred.