Kira watched the girls as they went through the movements with precision. Pleased with their progress, she stopped the music.
"I think it's time that you made up some moves of your own. As you know, the dance isn't entirely finished, and I'd like your input."
"What's the matter Kira," Patricia asked playfully, "Can't think of any new moves?"
She smiled, "Actually, I have several running through my head. But just as much your routine as it is mine. So, any volunteers?"
Patricia raised her hand.
"Come on up to the front and show us some moves."
Kira walked over to the side and let Patricia demonstrate.
"That looks great, where did you come up with that?"
"I've been practicing it at home. It's got classical ballet with a Spanish twist to it."
"Beautiful, is there any more to it?"
"Oh yeah, I could dance like this all day. Just tell me what you like and don't like."
Kira sat down and motioned for the rest of the class to do the same. Patricia turned the music back on and began to dance.
When the song was over, Patricia looked over hopefully at Kira, "We don't have to use all the moves, one or two is fine."
"I don't think we're going to use the moves at all. Not for this song at least. Patricia, you're going to choreograph a song of your own. Something with Latin flavor, and you're going to teach it to us. How does that sound?" Kira asked.
Patricia nearly burst into tears, "I've dreamed of doing that for so long."
"Here's your chance Patricia. I think that wraps up class for now, but I want you to come in tomorrow and show me what song you've decided on, okay?"
Patricia beamed, "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."
The class quickly showered and left, leaving Kira alone at the studio.
She sat down at her desk, ready to get some much needed paper work done. As she rifled through the mess on her desk, she noticed an envelope with her name on it.
She opened it and pulled the paper out. It was crudely written in block letters, and somewhat hard to read. When she finally deciphered what it read, she dropped it to the floor, as if it were on fire.
You're going to die bitch, but first you'll see Kevin suffer.
Kira called the police and then Kevin. He reached her before they did.
"Are you okay?" he asked, running into the studio.
"Yeah, I'm just a little shaken up. I thought this was all over. Can't Shelley just get a life?"
"I guess not."
The police arrived then. They took Kira's statement and had the letter sent to the lab to test for fingerprints.
Kevin took Kira home and put her in bed.
"Don't move from that spot unless you have to go the the bathroom, understood? I'll be taking care of you tonight."
"I think I like this," she giggled.
Kevin went downstairs to fix a quick dinner and Kira sat back in bed to fall asleep.
Downstairs, Kevin had turned on the radio and was jamming to the lastest Sting song when someone hit him from behind, rendering him unconcious.
The person dragged Kevin upstairs and into the bedroom, where Kira had fallen asleep. The intruder pulled a chair into the bedroom and tied Kevin to it, facing Kira.
"Wakey, wakey Kira."
Kira slowly opened her eyes. Her mind didn't register who was sitting in front of her for a minute, but her mind quickly focused on Kevin's unconcious form.
"You were so smug, weren't you? Well, now he's mine," Shelley said, emerging from behind him.
As Kira's mind registered what was going on, she fouhgt the urge to scream.
Shelley walked behind Kevin once again, and wrapped her arms around him, "It's no wonder you fell in love with him. He's so handsome, isn't he?"
Kira gasped as she saw Shelley bring a blade to his throat.
"I told you, you're going to see him suffer before I kill you. Now where should I start? He's a singer, maybe I should hurt his throat. No, he'd die much too wuickly for that. How about his legs? He's a dancer too."
Shelley slid the blade down his chest to his thigh. She slapped him, "Kevin! Wake up!"
Kevin opened his eyes and saw Kira sitting on the bed, gripped with fear.
"What's wrong Kira?"
"I'm afraid I'm what's wrong with your precious little Kira," Shelley said, walking around to face him, "You see, Kira here is about to die. But, like I promised, she's going to see you suffer first."
"You're crazy," Kevin spat.
"Perhaps, but I'll be the only person to ever know," she said, moving back behind Kevin, "Now, I think I was about to ruin your career.
She placed the blade back on Kevin's thigh, and while watching Kira's face, pushed down on the blade and twisted, making him cry out.
"If you only would have come to your senses before and come to me, none of this would be happening. You'd be happy with me and Kira would be miserable, like it shuold be."
"You're a crazy bitch," Kevin shouted, "And you're never going to get away with this!"
"You're wrong about that Kevin, I've gotten away with this before, and I'll get away with it again," she said, moving back in front of him. She removed the blade from Kevin's thigh and slid it up his body to his chest, "Should I cut out your heart now? Or should I let you watch Kira die first?"
While Shelley was taunting Kevin, Kira snapped out of her paralyzed state and moved quietly from her position on the bed. She snuck up behind Shelley and knocked her to the side, careful not to stab Kevin in the process.
Shelley struggled with Kira on the floor, slicing her arm and hand with the knife. Kira tried to grab the knife from her, but got sliced again instead. Shelley rolled them over so she was on top.
"Kevin, are you watching this? She's going to die, and you can't do anything about it."
Kira brought her leg up and kicked Shelley in the back of the head. It temporarily dazed her and gave Kira the advantage. She shoved Shelley off her and grabbed the knife from her hand.
"If you move I swear to God I'll kill you right here Shelley."
"Go ahead, I deserve it, don't I? Come on Kira."
Kira moved backward to Kevin. She turned her head to make sure he was all right and to cut the ropes. Shelley got up from off the floor and lunged at Kira, making her drop the knife.
Screaming, Kira ran at Shelley, pushing her. Shelley hit her head on the wall and wailed. She pushed Kira backwards, almost knocking her over. Kira slammed her fist into Shelley's jaw, making her stumble backwards. She kept hitting her, making her step back more and more until they were at the window. Kira drew on all her strength and kicked Shelley in the stomach and kocking her through the window.
Shelley fell to the ground, dying instantly. Kira dropped to her knees, burtsing into tears.
"Kira, it's going to be all right," Kevin said, still trying to break free from the ropes, "It's over now."
"I killed her Kevin! It's not going to be all right!"
Kevin pulled the ropes from his hands and limped over to Kira, "You had to. If you didn't, she'd have killed you. Kira, we need to call the police."
"Please, just hold me first."
Kevin wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, "I love you Kira. I always will, you know that don't you?"
She nodded.
She helped Kevin to stand and they walked over to the bed. He sat down while she called the police.
"I need someone over at 145 Pine Ridge right away, I've just killed an intruder."