Dancing with the Devil

Slowly, he slid his leg out to his side. Sweeping it to his side as she made a quick kicking motion before hooking it around the back of his leg. She let her head fall backward as he brought her entire body upward as she let her leg linger behind his. As the tempo changed from a slow teasing beat to a fast paced, sexy tempo that called for the two of them to lose their bodies in the music the couple fell into a beautiful erotic dance that those watching them utterly speechless.
  While he let her across the dance floor their bodies fell into perfect sync, moving as one. They spun, stopped on a dime and paused in silence; looking at each other breathing heavily for what felt like an eternity. They began to move again as the tempo picked back up he began rocking his forward and backward until they were grinding and moving against one another until they were moving like a vibrantly colored vertical wave.
  Suddenly he dipped her head back; dipping until her head was parallel to the ground and her back was perfectly arched like a bridge. As he was doing this the lights dropped and the music stopped. Soon, the music began again and the lights were brought back up and the dancers were able to be seen. The woman was still perfectly curved but with something gathering beneath her. As the lights continued to get brighter the audience was able to see the bright crimson liquid dripped from her neck, down to her extended arms and onto the floor as her partner held the matching crimson blade and a horrific smile across his face.
  The audience took in the scene for a moment before people began to scream. As the  screaming began getting louder and louder the girl began screaming, sitting up in bed, drenched in her own sweat and her hand flying to her throat.
  There was the dream again.