He was using her! She scowled in disbelief, but then a nervous tremor arched up her spine as she again realized that this man was a killer -- and he had her within his grasp. The situation left her feeling a little.. excited, though. Not knowing what might happen next. She just hoped and prayed that what might happen wasn't... fatal. Lily danced with him, even though she wasn't thrilled to be used as a cover. Her feet moved swiftly along the floor with certain finesse and lightness, yet defined and precise movement. The crowd around them began to get a little rowdy, perhaps excited to watch the two. Oh, great. How cliché is this..? she grumbled to herself in her mind, then rolled her eyes as she was spun and pulled back towards him. She had felt a warm splatter of something against her skin, that wet and slicked over the skin of her arm. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end at the feeling, and she felt that she couldn't reply to his compliment before he turned and slinked out of the club.
Lily spun back around to see a man with three stab wounds to the chest -- blood was pouring through each wound. The stabs would definitely prove to be fatal. As the man fell to the ground, a chorus of screams erupted from the crowd as they broke away and formed a circle around the corpse. Lily was still frozen there, with blood splattered on her hand, and forearm. Shit. She felt her heart rate increase tenfold as she let her eyes alone dart around the crowd, the only person there within the circle, having not been able to move as though her feet had been cemented to the ground. "YOU!" one of the guards shouted, then both of them quickly made her way to her. "N-no! You're making a mistake..!"
They grabbed her by her upper arms -- the guard who grabbed her right arm had a hard time holding on, as that one was slippery with blood. "Let.. me... go!" she struggled, jerking her shoulders left and right, but the two men were much larger, and much much stronger than she.
"Carl! You asshole!" She screamed at the door through gritted teeth, her jaw was clenched, the strain obvious in her neck. What was she going to do? All these people knew was that there was a dead man, lying bleeding on the floor... and she was the only one left standing there, with blood splattered over her.