Garth Knicks suspected her, Annie knew. She smiled at the expression on his face one morning as they hung out over at his house. Her blue eyes caught the frustration in his dark ones as he pondered over things that she deemed trivial. She would not kill him if he could accept her for what she was and how she was.

Annie may not have given him blood to work with but she had left him with hair follicles, which were much better at finding traces amounts of just about any drug within a much farther time span than a simple month or so.

"You try too hard to use the force and you might pop an aneurysm." Hopefully, that would peel him away from his train of thought that was going anywhere but uphill.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I?" He sighed as he rested his head in his non-coffee hand so he could be eye level with her on the other side of his kitchen's island.

"No, you're a poor liar." She said.

"It's not even that you do what you do that bothers me, it's how easily I can accept it and still not fear you. I actually like that it's you."

"That's because you aren't my target or on my list of people to off."

"You're ok with me knowing?"

"You're ok with knowing, so yeah." She shrugged and he laughed.

"So, it was you with Emmanuelle?"

"Yup, and all the others before him."

"Did you like any of them?"

"Most of them but that isn't a factor that decides whether or not I'll kill them."

"Have you ever not killed someone you dated?"

"I didn't kill the Shakespeare or the nerd of nerds. There are many normal guys I've dated that I haven't killed."

"Why did you do that to Emmanuelle's body?"

"Because I could. It doesn't matter either way because now they know that there's a high chance the killer is female or a physically weak male. They would think that anyways considering how many more guys I've killed than women."

"The women almost always look rushed and overdone...like him."

"I don't have enough time with them as far as trust and stuff goes. Men I can lure in with looks, body, or how weak I appear."

"So, you've slept with some of them?" Garth berated himself for sounding jealous of dead people.

"Just a portion of the Feelers."

"Feelers?" Anemone told him her reasons behind the labels and about the club.

"So, Mason Christner is one too?"

"Oh, yes. He has got to be the most talented and stable Dead I've seen in my entire killing career."

"And you want to kill him because...?"

"Having his death be from my hands...would be a very satisfying feat for me."

"Like a trophy or an achievement in a game?"

"Yeah, exactly. He's a nice guy, but he's also the one that started it all. The Poker Club, that is. He has given me so much to work with while being entertained at the same time. It's quite nice to be able to share a story sometimes...even though I couldn't share any real ones. That's not allowed."

"Being a Reaper." Garth muttered and she wanted to laugh at how funny it sounded coming from him.

"I think he knows."

"Really? Then why would he pick you to put in his club?"

"To test me, maybe. Perhaps he feels that his game is aging as he is and wants to see if I am worthy of ending his game. In gaming terms, he'd big the big boss man at the end of the game."

"What would you do after that?"

"Whatever I wanted depending on how I felt." Then she just started giggling before bursting out in a fit of mirth.

"What?"

"You. You just-keep asking questions and it feels like an interview from a fan or a reporter or something."

"I'm elated that you find my fascination so amusing." He deadpanned.

"And I'm equally elated that you like me so much that me being a serial killer doesn't bother you."

"So that you don't have to kill me and would have to search out a new outlet for entertainment that wasn't a murderer?"

"I wouldn't say that. I like you quite a lot, Garth. You're the first guy I've befriended instead of dated."

"I didn't want either of us to use the other as a rebound."

"How considerate of you." She commended.

"Well, I kind of owe you for saving my life, but now that we're on the topic I just thought I'd let you know that I have a strong attraction to you."

"Physical, mental or emotional?" The game she started was too much fun.

"Mostly mental, believe it or not. Physical not far behind and emotional isn't much different than mental." Anemone slunk over to him and wrapped her arms lazily around his neck with a slowly spreading grin.

"Awww, I like your brain too." She smiled with her forehead to his before she bit her bottom lip.

"Plus, you're hott. Would it be thinking too far into it for me to think that you require sexual payment in order for me to buy your silence?"

"Yes, but I'll take the bonus. I have no interest in blackmailing you as much as the thought turns me on."

"Oooooo, kinky." She jested.

"That was going to be another question of mine for you. Are you sexually deviant?"

"You're just going to have to find out, aren't you? You know, if you actually want this sex thing to happen-ah!" He had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder, heading towards the bedroom. This action had sent her into a fit of giggles.

"I'll just take your quirks in bed as part of your charm."

"How did questions about what you did in your spare time turn into a day spent naked in bed?"

"I'm not sure, but I don't care. That was great." He rolled his eyes at her.

"You sound surprised."

"Sex with someone that is my form of prey tends to be wilder in bed than non-prey. It's a good sign." She breathed.

"Good sex praise from a girl that only gets off when she's on top. Awesome."

"Do you mind my preference?"

"Not at all. I'm just surprised you aren't into more...extreme practices as far as the bedroom goes." She cackled and it turned into a giggling fit again.

"Like what?"

"Bondage, whips, and the sort."

"I think you have the meaning behind that sort of practice confused."

"Probably. Man, am I glad neither of us have to work today." She rolled over to him, the sheets following her movement, revealing the toes of her right foot. As the cold outside air brushed over them, she squeaked a little and pushed the covers over them idly before she crawled closer to Garth.

"Want to know a secret?"

"Hm?" He moved an arm around her head, pulling her towards him more.

"I like being naked." His body moved with his chuckle.

"Me too."

"So...." She started tracing circles on his chest.

"Yes?" Garth gave her an expectant look complete with a quirked eyebrow, urging her to continue.

"Want to go again?" Then his stomach grumbled, hers following soon after.

"How about we order some pizza first? During which you tell me how you took down the notorious Ripjaw." He was already reaching for the phone as if he knew she wouldn't decline the offer.

"Sounds reasonable enough. Want to split the bill or?"

"Doesn't matter to me."

"Then it's on me." Realizing his play on words, he smirked while she snorted.