Raven's p.o.v

blood... blood is on me, coming out of at least seven different people. i looked at my hands believing i am the one who did all this, and there was proof right there, my fingertips peeling, broken and cracked fingernails.... i look around for the stalker who never told me his name. no man insight..... i must have killed him too.

"you didnt kill me, but you sure did i good job handling those people, as you were falling you were thinking something about the questions i asked you..... tell me... why dont you like humans?"

i hissed at him and mumbled... "should have killed you too!"

"so you dont feel bad at all for killing those people?"

"do you ever get tired of asking me questions?"

"you dont seem phased by it,,,, do you enjoy it?"

"do you enjoy getting on my nerves?"

"yes!"

"then no"

i did feel remorse, but a little, just a little... to a point where i can ignore it because what they all do to me.... i mean its not even my fault..

"whats not you fault?" ooooh... thats right, i even have to watch what i think around this idiot.

"you are correct, and just to let you know, i am always around you watching your every move- now that i saw that out loud and can see why you think i am a stalker..... well i guess im your stalker who lives with you" he gave a warming smile.... and i dont like warm.

i guess he ignored my comment about hating warm because he said nothing of it....

"why do you hate warm..?"

"because people like warm, and i dont like people!"

"why dont like people?" i really want him to stop asking that, none of his business.

"none of yo-"

"heard you the first time"

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"an unidentified woman killed multiple people in just a few seconds, she had no weapons, but she looked dead, could this be the rising of the zombie apocalypse, find out when we come back stay tuned" says the tv implanted into my living room. "look they are talking about you!!" a tall guy said in my living room.... "who are you?"

"your demon, the way you are going to remember... only im not a demon and i dont know Lucifer, just like being called a demon, i can be your pet, your shade of gold, your toy, your servant"

"or you can be what you are now" he questioned me with a look "an annoying creepy stalker guy" wow that was a lot of work yo say, even a lot of work to think.

"i guess that means i am your servant" this is the most less annoying person i have met.... but, he gets on my nerves, kind of.

"okay then servant, tell me your name"

"Keith" hmm

"last name?"

he rose a brow, "last name?"

"yeah last name."

"keith"

"middle name ?

"Keith!"

"so your name is keith keith keith?"

"no i have to go!!" he disappears and now i am alone again. concentrating on the news now the tv shots at me. "this woman has black hair, and blue eyes, that is all of her face we can see, other than torn skin, almost zombie like, we must hide because this can be no other than a zombie Apocalypse " this news show is stupid, that woman cant be me because my eyes are not blue, and me skin isnt peeled.

i need a drink.

i head to the nearest bar and study the outside of it, i sigh in disappointment... "i really need to do better" i mumble to myself, i hear a knock on my window, "whats a pretty lady like you doing at a bar like this?" ask a guy, sharp cheek banes, broad chest and shoulders, nice face.

"ending my life, just trowing it away, and plus i can ask you the same thing mister"

he laughed, "well a pretty lady like me is looking for Keith, i seen him with you and thought he might of been here?"

"and who might you be?"

"im logan, im sure he has talked to you about me"

"no,he hasnt, but he should have, you are more attractive than him, and you seem less annoying, sooo, what do you want Keith for?"

"i need to talk to him" he knew i wanted an explanation, he just sits looking at me for an answer.

"well, anyways , are you hungry?"

"only if you are paying, but if one of us has to cook.... it has to be you"

"of course im paying............................................... the first time"