Song: I'm in love with the devil- Avril Lavigne

He walks over to the window and looks out. I watch his reflection as his hand goes over his mouth and his mind is trying to wrap around his thoughts. Makes me wonder if he plans on telling the truth or is he going to tell the biggest lie ever. "I didn't know you lived this close to me until the night we meet. You know the night I came back here. So when I got back to my place, I thought I would see if I could see your place. Really it's only been the past week."

"Why don't I believe you? Did you seek me out? Are you just a sick fuck who gets off on tracking down women and then stalking them out?"

"God dammit...why do women have to be so fucking complicated?" He turns to glare at me. I in return stare him down. I watch as his eyes travel down my body and they freeze when they see the softball size bruise right under my ribcage that I don't bother to even hide. "What the fuck happened? Who did that to you?" He moves closer into me and attempts to reach out to touch me.

However I take a step to the side letting his finger tips skin the top of my flesh. "It's nothing and really none of your concern." I turn to walk past him, avoiding making eye contact with him.

He grabs my upper arm and pulls me back into him, so close that I smell the rum on his evening breath. "The fuck it's not. I am suppose to watch over you and not let any of this happen."

I stop and look slowly back up at him. Did he just say he is supposed to be watching over me? My mind starts to race. He is a contractor...he is to be watching over me. Who hired him to watch over me? "What did you just say?" I wiggle my arm and he lets go of me, not that he wanted to.

"I don't know." He breaks eye contact. I notice in that moment how his eye twitches and I know he is for sure keeping something from me. "I said that I care about you and want to be with you."

I shake my head no, cautiously. Surely he doesn't take me for a fool. "That is not what you said." I keep replaying the words in my head.

His hands reach out and grabs a hold of my upper arms with more force than before. He leans down to look right into my soul. "I should be watching over you and not let this shit happen because I care about you." His hands tighten slowly until his nails are digging into me. I watch how he somewhat changes the wording around making it sound more like he wants to take care of me verses from before where it was like it was his job, his duty to watch over me. Something is so off by the way his eyes narrow and his upper lip twitches as his nose flares in and out.

I break loose from him and the first thing on my mind is to stay alive. I be dammed if this ends up like it did with Gabe. I jab him in the stomach with my fist, of course he doesn't fucking budge. I turn to run towards the kitchen and he comes up behind me in seconds and wraps his arms around me. "Will you fucking stop. I am not here to hurt you."

"Who the fuck are you?" I struggle to get away from him, however he is so much stronger than I am. So I use my legs and start kicking him until he has had enough. We both fall to the floor with a thud. I was hoping that I would get the upper hand in the situation but he straddles over me and pins both of my hands over my head. I try to wiggle free from his hold but it is not working, so I decided the only way to get away is to knee him between the legs. I put all my force I have left and I swear I saw his eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second as he rolls off of me.

I jump up, running into the kitchen to grab a knife. I hear him groaning in pain as he is getting up from the floor. I turn around just as he is about to reach for me, placing the knife at his throat. "Move closer and I swear to God I will kill you."

I watch as he eyes the knife in my hand and then his eyes bore into mine. We stare into each other's eyes daring each other to make a move. I watch as the corner of his mouth twitches upward and his nose moves slightly back and forth. He is daring me to do it. He knows that I have no problem doing it. I poke the tip closer to his throat just enough into the skin but not to bring blood. "You know I will kill you don't you? Are you scared of me? Who the fuck are you and I will not ask you again?

"Eli...you know that, Eli Foster."

"You know what I mean. Who the fuck sent you and why are you watching over me." I prick his neck just enough for a small seep of blood to come to the surface.

He looks upward and then back down at me. "I know you killed them."

"I didn't kill anyone. I have no idea what the hell you are talking about."

He lets out this light chuckle, "Violet let's be honest with each other here. You killed the guy at the store. You threw him in the trunk like he was nothing and then that other guy, the cop, did you enjoy killing him as well."

So he has been watching me for a while now, stocking me. Someone had to pay him, but who? "You have been watching me for a while haven't you now? You still didn't answer my question?"

"Did you kill him as well?"

The mention of him, I knew he was talking about Gabe. I mean who else would he be referring too. My right eye starts twitching as my hand tightens up around the knife. There is a small lump in my throat. This guy was hired to find Gabe or at least find out the truth of his whereabouts. I wonder what all he really knows but I be damned if I just start telling him everything. "Who the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me Violet." He growls as he moves closer into the knife, just daring me to do it already. "If you were going to kill me you would have done it already."

I look up into his eyes. "His parents hired you to find him. I told them I had no clue where he was."

"But that is a lie, you know where he is and I have a very good idea where he is. I just want you to tell me yourself."

I smirk at that. "Tell me then since you seem to know everything about me and Gabe; where is he?"

His hand comes up and grabs my hand with the knife still in place. I watch as he starts to smirk. "I don't blame you for killing him."

"Who says I killed him?"

"My theory is, is that he took you out on purpose because not only were you better than him but you were going places and he couldn't handle it. He broke your leg on purpose and then he must have threaten you or something, one thing led to another and you killed him. So how did you do it?" Somehow while he was talking, I let go of the knife and it got into his hand. I watch as he places it on the counter slowly by his side. His hand swiftly comes to my face and he holds firmly just right under my jaw, with the base of his hand and his fingers come up behind my ear. "I'm not here to hurt you Vi."

My voice comes out in almost a whisper, "If I tell you the truth, I will have to kill you."

"No you won't!" His eyes zone in on mine and start to trail down to look at my lips and then back up to get my attention. I should hate him. I should kill him but there is something about him that I either think I want or that I really crave. I let him lean into me and his lips brush up against mine. I let him kiss me and within seconds I imagine him sliding his tongue into my mouth and doing ungodly things to me however I push him away from me.

"You need to leave. I can't do this with you."

He tries to lean back into me and his hand quickly goes to the back of my neck and he holds me firmly. "What is stopping you? You know you want this just as much as I do?"

"They hired you to follow me. Why did you talk to me? Why did you reveal yourself to me?"

I watch as he licks his lips and bites into the one corner and I know what he is thinking. "It's not what you think and it was time to step into your world." His tongue smoothly comes out and licks my upper lip to tease me even more.

I feel my breathe catch and I swear I stop breathing for a second or two. Did he just lick me? I don't know if I want to kick the living shit out of him or fuck him to death. The way he stares into me is like he is about to pounce on me like a lion taking his claim. "You can't be in my world? You will never understand my world."

"Try me Violet. I can handle anything."

I rack my brain over what to do. I know in the end that this will never work between the two of us. There is just no way in hell. With my free hand, I bring up between up and push him hard making him release me. The moment he does I hit him again and he stands back and looks back at me with this smug expression. It pisses me off, so the next time I put force into my fist slamming it into his jaw and I watch as his head turns with the punch. I don't what for his reaction as I go to swing into him again however this time he grabs my hand in mid-air.

We stand there for only as second staring at each other, when I kick him between the legs and he curses under his breath, "God dammit so help me if you do that I again I will fucking hurt you and I don't want to be that kind of man."

I smirk back at him; I go for it again just to see what he would do. This time he turns his body and I knee him in the side of his leg. His hand goes up around my throat and he jerks me up off the floor. My body literally just dangles in the air. "What are you going to do, kill me know?" I hiss back at him.

"I would rather fuck you," he growls back and slams me up against the wall. He pins me between the wall and himself as he lean into me and kiss me roughly. His tongue forces its way into my mouth and I should bite him, I should but I don't. My body craves for his touch. His hands find their way under my bra and he pulls it over my head to expose my breast to him. In seconds those hands are on my breast and grabbing firmly as his wanting lips start to suck my nipple. He sucks so hard and the moment I feel his teeth I moan out loud. My hands fumble around his button and his zipper to his jeans and in seconds I shove my one hand in and grab his manhood. I squeeze hard enough to make him release my nipple but then his teeth are at my neck and he is sucking down so hard that I know will leave a mark.

I lean my head back and let him suck into my skin. My chest rises and falls with each moan that escapes between my lips. I'm so lost into him that I don't notice when he picks me up all the way. His arms wrap around my body and I start to fight back. "Will you fucking stop for once Vi?"

I struggle against him and he holds on with all his might before I even realize where we are and it is too late. I am on my bed, under him. He forces my hands over my head and holds me there. "Tell me that you want me, that you want this?"

"I want you to get the fuck off of me!" I practically yell in his ear and pushing upward with my body to try to try to get him off of me.

"Do you really? Because I don't think you mean that."

I force my head off of the bed, trying to bite at him. He doesn't fight back, instead he leans into me and lets me nip his lip but then he forces his dangerous tongue down my throat again and this time I give in all the way. I let out another moan.

His lips are still on mine as he growls again. "Tell me that you want me."

"I do," I pant.

He leans in and hisses in my ear, "No baby...tell me, say it...I want you."

I roll my eyes at him. "Fine...yes I want you; I fucking want you alright."

His eyes grow wild and hungry as he tears into me.