She felt their eyes on the back of her neck, and she smirked. It was nothing knew. They either wanted to be with her…or be her.

She let her blonde locks down, and her green eyes glistened beneath the disco lights. She asked for a drink and had five shoved her way – she grabbed one, ducked under their arms, and was on her way. She didn't say please or thank you. She just got what she wanted. She would dance with a man she didn't know, who would work all night trying to get her to go home with her, but, in the end, she wouldn't go.

She played on their emotions like she would with a deck of cards. She was amused by what they would do from a simple "love you." Didn't they know words meant nothing? But still, she wrapped her arms around their hearts and squeezed as tightly as she could. They always broke, without a doubt. Those stupid fools with their stupid hearts, they just gave out their love to the first pretty girl who would get into their pants. She knew better. She knew how to play the game, better than anyone else did. She made them work for it, teased them with it, and then left.

They wished they'd never met her at all.

-

Nothing changed.

She still broke hearts, she tore them out without a second thought. She would hold them to her chest, but they wouldn't beat anymore. Just like hers. She would throw them to the ground, next to the dead bodies. She would hold her head up high, her hips still swaying like the always did, scowl still on her face. After a long day, she would return to the-world-that-never-was (after all, home was where the heart was), and she would go into the library and sink into a chair.

She read her disappointment into the dust.

Hearts. She wanted to feel one beating in her chest, but when she tore them out they only poured out reds, and quite frankly she was tired of it all. Taking hearts just wasn't cutting it anymore. She needed more.

She needed her own.

She wanted to feel it again – the way she used to, the passion she once had. She wanted to feel something when she wrapped her tongue around his, embracing his kiss (that feeling, what was the feeling?), but all she felt was empty when he fell asleep by her side, pink hair falling into her face. She slid out of his embrace, zipping up at her black cloak, and started all over again.

She wished she'd never met them at all.