Get your tissues ready . . .

Also, the chapter might be a bit confusing, at the end of it. If you don't understand what's going on, please ask me in the comment section :)

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I walk down the stairs, wiping some blood around my mouth with my red-smothered hand. My sweater is all bloody, my face is covered with blood as well. I smile knowing that my job has finished, though honestly, not yet.

"Evan, what did you to them?" Brian comes out of nowhere and gives me bear-like hug. He looks so worried and has probably heard the screams coming from upstairs, maybe thinking that I was about to be killed.

"Gosh, you're so fucking bloody," he says as he looks down at me, a hand moving my raven bangs that covered the right side of my face. He leans forward, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Please, just don't leave me alone again, Evy. I was worried sick about you."

"I'm only gone like a few minutes," I smile inside his chest, getting myself comfortable under his loving arms. I bury myself deeper into his chest, wiping my tears that are falling unexpectedly. His arms wrap around me even tighter than before, and gives more kisses on my blood-stainted face.

"Being a demon---or monster---or whatever the hell I am," he speaks, "I usually feed on blood. But mostly the blood of people who aren't trustworthy, who have done so many bad deeds . . . I might as well get my fangs to dig into your stupid ex by now."

"Nah, I'll let him live. I wanna see him suffer more than I do," I continue. "But his parents are my next target."

"And why is that, my little owl?"

"Like I said, I wanna see him suffer more than I do. He only cares about himself; messing around with girls and he smacks their huge butts, and flirting with any hot guys he could make out with. Besides the fact that he has been cheating on a lot of people, he deserves to be hated and suffer for what he's done. Let him be insane, be crazy---be delirious. But to make him living in pain for the rest of his life is what I crave for," I answer with a growl, as warm, salty tears begin to form again in my eyes.

"Everything will be over, Ev. We just have to find his parents, possibly even his families, if you really want to make him suffer," Brian says, still embracing me in a hug. "Yeah, but maybe that sounds a bit too much. But his parents taking him to the insane asylum where the real torture begins, and it was all because of me," I put an evil smile on my face, and this sort of feeling being insane is just what I need to let it out. I've been stuck in my house for years, caged like a circus animal---being tortured to become a part of the show.

My true personality could not come out due to my parents' abusive nature, and now, I am free and I can do whatever I want. But, this might even includes losing my virginity to Brian.

But, oh well. I am ready just for him to take over me, and be his slut for the rest of my life.

"Let's just get out first, shall we? The smell of this house just irritates me," his says, his Irish accent thick and sounds not too foreign for me---because of David---putting one of his arms around my waist as we walk out of the gloomy house. We trudge along the green frontyard, weeds seem to be growing taller than any house around the nighbourhood.

"So, where are we gonna go anyway?" I ask my monster boyfriend---or soon-to-be-forever-soulmate---grabbing my duffel bag which I left it on the porch earlier on before entering the house. "Anywhere you've always wanted to go," he replies with a cheeky grin plastered on his pale face.

"What if I could live forever with you?" I ask him again, but suddenly stop. He loosens his hand from my waist and turns his body to look down at me. He is frowning like he's about to tell me something pretty bad, and I'm guessing the answer is not going to what I expected it to be.

"There's a rule of doing so. And you must to be willing to take the risk."

"What 'rule'? And 'risk'?" A brow of mine raises.

"The thing is, you have to die first to be with an immortal being like me. Die from, I don't know---possibly anything?" He frowns even more, making me to frown upon seeing his sad face. "And after you die, I have to use my magic to make you to look like me. Like you know, as to make us officially soulmates?"

"I have to die first?" I question him, and well, as usual, tears already streaming down my cheeks like waterfalls. "But, I don't wanna die! But then again, I can't live with you."

"My parents put this curse on me for a good reason. But, I don't think this is even a curse, and I think this was for me to help them kill those villagers back then. But I've changed, Evan. I don't want to be monster . . . At least, from the inside . . . " He blurts it out, getting emotional. "And I don't want you to live without a soul, and at least you can experience death unlike me---being someone or something that lives on forever and forever till no end."

"You already have a soul, Brian. You took care of me when I was a kid. And you kicked Jonathan and Winston's asses at the school cafeteria," I say, begin to explain to him. "You sheltered me when I have no one to be there for me. You protected me when I was in danger. You give me the love that I was long lost a time ago. You are my everything, Brian. You are . . . "

He stares at me with a sniff.

"My monster . . . The monster that I'm in love w---"

BANG! BANG!

I feel something penetrated through my back and they went straight into my chest.

BANG!

BANG!

Another two more shots at my back. My breath starts hitching, and my head feels rather light, the world around me spins in a swirling of black dots everywhere.

"Evan? Evan?!?"

Brian's voice calls out to me, but slowly fading as I drop to my knees, and my body falls forward with a thud on the grass.

"Evan?!? Evy, baby, wake up!"

Everything seems so blurry right now. I cannot even see and have the ability to watch what is going on, especially with the sounds of snarls and growls and the freaky flesh-tearing noises. All of these and follow by an eerie scream of a terrified person, which I recognize it clearly . . . And that somehow ends shortly. After that, it is all just silence that fills in the air.

No vehicles passing by, no people chatting, but the sound of crickets singing and birds chirping beautifully around me. It nearly feels like I'm lost in the middle of nowhere, like some sort of a forest, but maybe that is just a part of my imagination.

I feel my body begins to numb, seeing my hands are covered with new fresh red liquid, as I feel someone pull me to let my back facing the grass instead of my face. I can even feel some blood trickling down the corners of my mouth, having this manner that makes me want to cough it all out.

"Evan, speak to me . . . "

"B-Brian, I'm d-dying . . . " I speak while panting at a slow pace. My voice sounds so terrible and hoarst, I think he may not be able to hear me say it.

"No, just---just wait! I know just what to do!" He yells, as I feel his arms embracing me again. "Just let me use my magic, it could work."

"W-What if it c-can't?"

"If you are willing enough, you just have to sacrifice your soul, and you can be with me together."

Hearing the word 'soul', I remembered about Brian's past where his parents sold their soul to the devil, and their wishes for their only son to become a monster. Not only that, if he could live this long, did his parents sell his soul to the devil too?

"But there'll be a price, right?"

He chuckles lightly even though his eyes are filled with cold tears, dripping to the skin of my face, as I can taste a little of his odd tears---they have this zesty plus sweet filling to it. "Guess you're smart enough to know that my soul too was sold to the devil, huh?" I see him flashing a smile, and a very cute one too.

"I'd d-do anything j-just to be there w-with you. Y-You said that you're l-lonely, so h-here I am, r-ready to be taken a-away and b-be with y-you." I smile weakly up at him, my mouth trembling even more, and even my vision is still blurry because of the amount of blood loss that I'm having.

"I love you, Evy . . . " I hear a sniff coming from him, hiccuping between his sobs. His hand suddenly pushes away my hair out of my face, my head is on his lap as I keep on smiling. He leans down and gives me a kiss on the lips, feeling the same sensation like we had our first kiss together back at that old abandoned house.

"I l-love you t-too, B-Brian . . . " I suddenly start gasping for air with my mouth, my body getting more and more motionless, as my back and chest are still profusely bleeding as I let out my final breath.

Dead . . . I am finally dead . . .