The lovers, the killers...The infamous. Would I succumb or flourish? Would I be their next victim or the Bonnie to their Clydes? My every fear pounded out to the sound of my heartbeat, telling me to run when they arrived covered in blood on my doorstep, but for the life of me I could not. I was drawn to their darkness and drowning in the need to feel what they feel. Their passion a welcome surprise. Before their arrival on my...