Scarlet Metal

"And to what do I owe this intrusion?" I snapped at him. "I told you never to come 'round here again."
"I know." He said and hung his head, letting his shaggy hair cover his face. "I just needed to tell you -"
"You don't need to tell me anything." I said, cutting him off. "I told you months ago that I never wanted to see you again and yet here you stand. What the hell is your problem, bub?"
He lifted his head to look me in the eyes. His eyes usually shown bright with fiery passion, but now the fire had burned out. I couldn't help but think if I had been the one to put that fire out.
"I only have one problem right now, and that problem is you." He said, staring me dead in my hazel eyes. "And I can't live my life with a problem like you in it."
"And just what do you intend to do about that?" I said. I examined my chipped nails as if I wasn't interested in what he was saying.
"Just let me in." He said.
"Fine, but only for a minute. I have things to do today and I won't let you get in the way of it." I stepped aside to let him in and he walked down the hall to the kitchen like he owned the frickin' house.
I followed him to the kitchen and saw him staring lovingly at one of the kitchen knives I had left lying out. 'Okay, creepy' I thought but pushed all other thoughts aside.
"You never said what you were gonna do about your 'problem'." I said, using my fingers to make quote marks in the air. He was now running his finger lightly over the blade of the knife and he turned to look at me.
"How 'bout I show you?" He said and the smile of a killer spread over his face. My eyes got wide as I realized what he meant, why he was acting like he was in love with that knife. Because he WAS in love with that knife, only for the soul fact that he could use it to kill me.
Faster than I could ever have comprehended, he had me backed against the pantry door. He lifted up my shirt to expose my taut stomach and ran the side of the knife over it. I shivered from the coldness of the metal.
"You will never be a problem for me again." He said quietly. I stared up into his eyes. The fiery passion was back, but it was for no good reason. "You will never darken my thoughts, or leave me to wonder why anymore."
He plunged the knife into my chest and my breath caught. His face was the last thing I saw. His voice was the last thing I heard and it said to me, "I love you Katherine."