Here is the first chapter for my next story Ring of Fire! I was waiting for this chapter from a beta, but I was getting too excited to wait! I will be switching this one for the beta-d chapter when I get it back. Sorry for mistakes.

I had a blast writing this, and I absolutely can not wait to write more. This story is way different from my original style, but I like a challenge!

Hope you like.

Enjoy...

I dropped the bulky body to the ground with a quiet thud. The sound resounded around me as I moved onward, deeper into the junkie haven. The smell of drugs and alcohol surrounded me. My nose twitched as the scent grew more pronounced as I made my towards the middle of the surrounding warehouses. I glided through the shadows as a heartbeat grew louder in my ears as I grew closer to the addict that was passed out on the hard concrete outside an eye-sore building. A needle was still sticking out of the bastard's arm.

I stood tall, rolling my eyes as I approached him. He was an older man with straggly gray hair and a silvery beard. I stared down at the decimating elder with pity and hatred. Pity because he had resulted to drugs to make his life worth even the smallest amount of anything. Hatred because I knew exactly what he was. Well, what he was other than an addict, suffocating by heroin and God knows what else that was running through his veins. Rapist.

I could fucking smell it. The scent of sex clung to him in a heavy blanket. I was thoroughly disgusted. I hated my sense in that moment so prominently that I wondered, not for the first time, if they were actually a gift or a curse. Shaking my head and shrugging to myself, I reached down and ripped the needle from his arm, the flesh ripped and blood began dripping down his arm. He groaned quietly and shifted on his back, twisting his head so there was even more unprotected skin of his neck open to me.

I shook my head and smirked, "You are one unlucky guy."

I got down on one knee, lifting his body slightly so I could tear my teeth through his skin at his jugular. I relished in the taste as his blood flowed down my throat. I pushed all thought to my tingling taste buds. I shut off all of my other senses, basking in the glorious taste of his wasted, runny, fucked up blood. The red liquid was completely screwed over because of his hit-ups, but the taste was still immaculate. A few seconds passed, and the last drop passed my lips.

I wrenched away from his body and stood, wiping a red trail from my lips. I hurried back to the body of my first kill and dropped it into a sewer hole, covering it silently. I repeated the action with the rapist and made my down an abandoned alley, searching for my next kill. I was just passing between two pealing buildings when some irritatingly loud, drunk male voices passed my sensitive ears.

"We got that one good, guys!" a deep voice crowed excitedly.

A drunken laugh. "Definitely, man. She's not going to make it the night."

Some grunts of agreement crossed around some others, and I scanned the area a moment. I slinked around the corner to see a group of flunked drunks stumbling around, some standing and some on the ground. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall.

A muscular blue-eyed male leaned against another blonde haired, green-eyed guy as he giggled stupidly. "She sure was a good one. Virgin." His laughter grew louder.

I growled quietly. Sure, I killed these idiots, and they all deserved it, but I never took mistreating a woman lightly. I was one twisted vampire and shit like that just does not roll with me. I zeroed back in on the bastards as the rest of the ones standing slowly hit the ground, passed out cold. I flashed around the circle of them, breaking each of their necks quickly. They would never hurt another woman again. That, and I just did not want any part of them in my body. I was thirsty but not that desperate to be sustained.

I walked to one of the bodies and ripped off a piece of the guy's shirt. I held it to my nose. A mixture of alcohol, musk, and strawberries hit my nose. I new the last scent did not belong to the guy. Unless he was hiding in the closet and good at keeping his femininity a secret. I highly doubted that. I shuddered at the possibility and gripped the cloth in my hand tightly. I stood and began walking in the opposite direction I had come, following the scent about a block away and around a corner to a dark alley. An echoing heartbeat filled my ears, and I cautiously walked towards the dead end of the alleyway. I looked at the back wall and noticed subtle movement in the shadows. I got closer and saw a petite girl with long, dark mahogany hair and deep cinnamon eyes. I held back in the shadows and looked at her a moment.

She was leaning against the wall, holding her tattered button up shirt closed over her flat stomach and decent breasts. Her face was flawless other than a light bruise above her brow and the trail of blood that dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her jeans were ripped and frayed, blood covering the tears with blood falling down to small puddles beneath her legs. It looked as though she had pulled them on over her injured legs. I assumed it was to bring back a feeling of security after being violated. The strawberry scent she emanated brushed my nostrils as I pulled out of the shadows and walked towards her. Her eyes met mine, and the golden brown orbs flashed with anger and defiance. I could feel a spark in my eyes. She was feisty, I could already tell.

I stood at her feet, tilting my head and raising an eyebrow at her. I glanced over her body once more. "Problem?"

She looked at me incredulously, defiance becoming more prominent. "I'm just peachy, blondie. What's it to you?"

I smirked. Definitely feisty. "Oh, you know, I was just walking through the neighborhood when I heard some guys talking about a good sex toy. I got directions and came here," I lied. "Though I wasn't expecting to find you."

She rolled her eyes. "I bet you did," she stated sarcastically. The air rushed from her lungs and out between her parted lips in a whoosh. "You taking the next hit, or are you just going to keep standing there banging me around?"

I rocked on my heels. "Well, I could bang..."

"Alright, blondie," she stopped me. "Either get what you want or finish the job."

I squatted down to her level, placing my hands on the toes of her red, paint splattered converse. I raised my eyebrows. "You want to die?" I wondered.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe, maybe not, but I know you're just starving," she mocked me, giving me a seductive look. Her teeth nipped at her full bottom lip. My eyes zeroed in on the plump red skin before my eyes met her now amused ones.

I shook my head and fell back onto my backside. "Do you have any idea what that statement means?"

She smirked and shifted her weight, wincing as her sensitive skin brushed the hard ground. I raised my eyebrow, and she waved it off.

"I sure do, vamp," she said, placing me into a frozen second of shock. "That's why you're here. You get rid of the bad guys. I have to say, though, you're a little slow on the count here for someone so fast."

"How do you know about me?" I asked, my voice rough.

She smirked. "I know a lot of people, blondie. I've gotten around. If I live till tomorrow, I just might tell you how I really know what you are."

I stared at her. I could see something burning in her eyes, but her emotions gave nothing away. A little bit of pain appeared in her eyes but it quickly disappeared. She tried to hide it, but something passed over her irises, almost too quick for me to catch. Almost. My lips curled up condescendingly, and I leaned back onto my hands. She was such a sucker. I could just guess how she knew. It was almost too easy. There was only one reasonable explanation for how she knew. A past love. Romantic, fluffy, shitty garbage included. With no charge, I would bet. Her head tilted slightly, pushing back against the wall so her neck was spread in a tantalizing view. My eyes flashed to the creamy skin there before looking away. She smiled, smug, and reached a hand from her shirt to pull her hair over her shoulders, hiding most of her neck from view. A small sliver of pale skin was still taunting me, though.

"Problem?" she repeated my earlier question.

I swallowed the venom that had gathered in my mouth before replying, "I'm feeling great actually. What's it to you?" I mocked right back.

She smiled, and I could tell that laughter was bubbling in her throat. "You know, I was just in the neighborhood..."

I chuckled. "You are one twisted woman," I said, admiring her body at the most horrific, yet beautiful, time possible.

She nodded. "I know. But don't worry, I won't pull you into my schemes."

"Oh, yeah? And what are these great schemes you speak of?" I wondered as I scooted closer to her, moving to the side slightly so I was even with her knees.

She sighed dreamily. "The schemes of pulling in an unsuspecting vampire into my grasp, keeping him close so I could reel him in before setting his sorry ass on fire."

To prove her point, she reached into her front pocket and pulled out a blue lighter. I stared at it.

Then, I nodded. "You seem the kind," I muttered quietly, thinking she would not hear me.

"Is that so?" she wondered, still dreamy. "Pray tell, what kind of woman am I?"

Her depth-less eyes bore into mine, and I had to admit, they drew me in. "The silent killer succubus."

She hummed in agreement. "Maybe, but wouldn't I need to be a vampire for that to be my title?"

I shook my head and whipped around to copy her position beside her so quickly that I was sure she did not even catch the movement until I was already beside her. "It doesn't matter. That's just the most fitting title I could give you. After all, you did reel in an entire group of young men." I moved my eyebrows suggestively.

She huffed with a slight smile. "If I was pulling in those guys for myself, I have no idea when my preferences changed."

I smiled and stared at the side of her face as her eyes gazed down the alley. Her bleeding had slowed but the scent of her berry blood was still extremely potent. Her heartbeat was quiet, steady even, but I knew it would slow in a matter of time. Her injuries were not bad enough for a quick death. In fact, it would probably feel like she was simply going to sleep. Slow but painless. As soon as she passed out I planned to end it for her quickly, so quickly she would simply stop living. I would even be nice enough to make her feel good as she went. She would go silently. It's the best I could offer, but I knew she did not deserve to live the rest of her life with the pain of this moment, no matter how defiant and sarcastic she was about everything that had transpired tonight.

As I looked at her pale skin, I knew that I would never forget my memory of this girl. She was beaten, bruised, and bleeding, yet she still gave such life to the area around us that one could wonder if there was ever anything wrong with her. It was so...off. Any normal woman would be freaking out and bawling over something like this. But no, this mystery girl was all chill and indifferent to the entire ordeal. I shook my head imperceptibly. Stubborn bitch, that's for sure. Even her emotions gave nothing away. It made me feel blocked almost. All I could feel from her was an odd sense of tranquility. Honestly? I hated it. I wanted her to feel. Really feel. In this moment, especially. I was almost positive that she had always acted this way in life, pushing away the bad and coming at the world with smart ass comments with sarcastic remarks on the side.

She reminded me of myself.

I turned my head forward and leaned it back against the wall, looking up at the night sky. The stars twinkled brightly, no moon was present to mask their brilliance. God, I was growing soft. I need to gain some balls, quickly.

I plummeted back to earth. "What are your preferences, anyway?" I wondered aloud.

She giggled quietly. "A guy who-" she thought a moment before she looked at me from the corner of her eye, "can take care of me, protects me. But he would also be a jack ass."

I raised my eyebrows, and she gave a beautiful smile. Wait...what the hell?

"When I say that, I mean he's got balls. I'm a tough chick when I want to be, and it's gotta take a semi-rough man to keep up with me," she said and laughed lightly.

A quiet chuckle rumbled in my chest. "And what about you is so tough? That side of you was apparently on vacation tonight."

She rolled her eyes. "Smart ass," she murmured. "I am blunt, wild, hard to handle. I can throw back a shot and not think twice. I'm always getting into fights at bars, coming home with new bruises." She gestured to herself. "Tonight obviously isn't any different from any other day."

I shook my head. This girl really is fucking insane. I told her so, and her eyes brightened with mirth. She found it funny. May even agree with me. She seemed like the type. The type to take anything the world threw at her and laugh her ass off at it. It was endearing. At that moment, I told myself she was going to be just another kill. Another victim on my list. Another body in the sewers. Nothing more. And that's how it was going to be, I told myself. A tiny part of me whispered that she would be more, but I pushed it away. That was the endearment talking. Sneaky bastard.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked as my thoughts began to wonder.

She breathed out and relaxed into my side slightly as her heartbeat slowed a little. It would not be long now until my teeth were sinking into the pale skin of her fragile neck. My body buzzed with excitement. I involuntarily inhaled, the smell of her blood covering every inch of my being. I spiraled into a blissful high.

She smirked as her head tilted down towards my shoulder slightly. Her long hair fell onto the top of my arm. "You just did, blondie," she retorted.

I rolled my eyes at the horrid name before speaking. "What's your name?"

Her lips pulled up in the shadow of a smile. "Bella," she whispered.

My eyes traced her features. It was fitting. "Beautiful," I muttered.

She smirked ever so gently. "Don't be going soft on me now, sucker. You were a dumb ass earlier, stick with that persona."

"Alright. Whatever you say. But Bella means beautiful in Italian, bitch." I looked at her. "Better?"

She turned her head to me. Her eyes sparkled with humor. "Yes, definitely." She slumped lower against the wall. "What about you, you killing bastard? What's your name?"

"Jasper, ma'am," I replied. I added my southern drawl just to sugar coat it.

"Ah," she breathed, "a classic southern man. Attitude and all. If you had one, I'd have stolen your hat already cowboy."

I scooted over a fraction so her head could lull down onto my shoulder. "Only the best, darlin'. You got a problem with it?"

She huffed. "No, I like it. It's hard to find nice gentlemen these days, especially sexy cowboys." She smiled.

I chuckled silently, her head vibrating as my body shook. "Thanks for the compliment. I'm a sexy bitch, strawberry."

Her eyebrows pulled together over her closed eyes, her forehead crinkling. I resisted the urge to lift a hand and smooth the skin there. "Strawberry?" she asked, giggles masking her words.

I nodded against her, my cheek rubbing against her soft hair. "It's how you smell. Vampire, remember?"

"Of course I remember. It's hard to forget since you're rock hard and ice cold." She sighed against me. The sound of that echoing beat slowing even more. "Any theories?"

I looked down at her in confusion. "Theories about what, exactly?" I asked.

"About how I know what you are," she said in a sigh.

My eyes trailed from her face to the concrete to the pealing paint on the walls as I replied, "I thought that was a discussion for when you survived till tomorrow."

She shifted against me lightly. "It would be, if I knew I was going to make it to tomorrow."

I glanced at my watch. "It is three o'clock in the morning; so, technically, it is tomorrow." I smirked.

She lifted her hand and hit my lower arm gently. Her hand rested there after that, the heat of her skin sinking through my thin sleeve to my skin. I shuddered lightly. I had touched bodies for years upon years, but I had never been affected like this. I chucked that thought away and focused on Bella.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, tell me your theories," she muttered.

"There's only one," I said. She waved her opposite hand in the air, signaling me to continue. "You fell in love with one of us," I stated bluntly.

Her eyelids lifted. The bleary cinnamon orbs met mine in confirmation. She sighed, and they fell closed again. "And I found out everything, blah blah blah. Yes, you're right."

"Where is the guy now? I mean, shouldn't he have already showed up to save your ass?" I joked. I was actually a little angry that she had such a strong protector and yet, here she was, in one of the worst situations imaginable. She seemed like a decent enough chick. One that could keep any man on his toes as well as love him with all she was worth.

She growled pathetically. "Maybe so. He left me claiming that his love was a lie, and I was worthless. A bit melodramatic, in my opinion. I would have preferred a clean, "It's over," but no. He had to be fucking difficult about everything."

A growl escaped me before I could stop it. More mistreatment to this girl. What the hell is wrong with males these days? Too much testosterone? Not enough vibe in the light, apparently. Despicable. She shushed me slowly. I quieted down.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

She smirked and laughed in whispers. "It's fine. Besides, he couldn't handle me. I was too much of a firecracker for his pansy ass."

I chuckled. "I bet. He must have had a hard time holding you down."

She shook her head almost imperceptibly, smiling. "Nah, I was content to stay, but he was ancient and could not get with the times. I wanted things he would not give. So, he took the leap of faith and dumped my ass for some whore up north. I haven't heard from him since."

By things, I was positive the main background focus was sex. I gave her curvy body another once over. Her legs were toned beneath her tattered jeans. Her hand had slacked against her shirt, and it had now fallen open to reveal soft luscious abs. I could see the top of her cleavage, and the top of her breasts were perky and beautifully plump. She was gorgeous. He was a lucky bastard. Was. I feel bad for the guy. I bet he regrets this drop. Plus, who would want a hoe when you've got such an amazing thing already?

"I bet he regrets it," I breathed as my eyes trailed away from her body. I did not feel bad for checking her out, but it was a bit awkward, given the circumstances.

She mumbled incoherently in agreement. "I know he does. I'm such a good catch."

I smiled. She sure would be. Huh. Okay, my thoughts were getting really out of whack here. This was just too weird. I barely even know the damn girl, and I was still going to kill her. I was one sick bastard. Somewhere along the lines, I think she was aware of this fact, too. That just made this twisted moment worse. I rolled my eyes at myself. I reminded myself, just another body, just another body. She would be bone alone, nothing else. Besides, she was going to die anyway, why waste a good drink?

I leaned down towards her ear. Her body vibrated with a shiver as my cold breathed brushed her ear. "It will get easier," I whispered.

She nodded against my shoulder lazily, her body being pulled even deeper into blissful deathly sleep. "Yeah, right after you suck me dry," she confirmed my thoughts with a slurred murmur.

I lifted my head and looked away. We sat in silence for a minute or two before she pulled herself up slowly. She sat against the wall, her head against it with her eyes closed peacefully. She dropped her hand from my arm. It landed against the ground roughly. Her other hand fell away from her stomach weightlessly. Her shirt fell open even more, but I paid it no mind. I was focused intently on her face.

"Can you do something for me?" she whispered, her voice breathy as the area around us grew eerily silent. Her heart was still beating but shockingly quiet.

"Of course. What would you like?" I whispered back as I leaned closer to her so she would hear me.

"Lay me down peacefully, like I'm sleeping. Will you also try and make it quick, painless?" She wrenched her eyes open, and they sparkled with tears and wisdom as they met mine. "I don't want to feel anymore pain."

I nodded, and her eyes fell closed. I placed one hand behind her back and the other under her legs. I lifted her a little and moved her forward so she was laying parallel to the wall. She was laying like a dead goddess on a silver platter. The perfect dinner. The ultimate sacrifice. I brushed the hair from her neck and tilted it slightly. I shifted forward onto my knees, bending so my mouth was right above her jugular.

"Quick and painless. Got it. You're just going to go to sleep. And don't worry, I'm going to make sure you are taken care of, even after your heart beats the end of its final symphony," I murmured against her silky, soft flesh.

She sighed. "Thank you," she mumbled, partially incoherent.

I stayed silent as I spread my lips against her cooling skin. My teeth struck the skin of her neck, and they pierced the flesh like it was butter. Her blood filled my mouth, and I practically moaned at the taste. It was pure heaven. Her blood sent a spark through my system it was so tantalizing. Just like a firecracker. It was brilliant. I quickly pulled the blood from her system. Quick. Painless. Just like I promised. I licked the wound and leaned away. I turned her head back up, taking her hands and folding them over her stomach. I rubbed a hand over my face, standing. I ran to the group of fuckers and dropped their bodies into the sewers. I was out of the junkie haven quicker than a heartbeat. I began my walk through the woods towards the nearest city. I was hoping to get a room at a cheap motel for the night before I began building my new place in the woods tomorrow. Completely secluded, just how I liked it.

I could hear the sound of late night drivers on a near road as I grew closer to better civilization. I reached the side of the road as the final car passed. I began following the road at a leisurely pace. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I dialed the number and set it up so that some cops would find Bella's body. I hoped they took care of her. And they would never know who I was, so my presence in anything involving her would not be needing. Why? Because I am one sneaky SOB when I want to be. I snapped my phone shut as the call came to a close.

The first rays of the sun began peaking over the distant horizon. I pushed the slightest thought of the girl from my mind and grew selfish again. I was worrying for no one but myself. She really was just another body at the end of it all. I soon reached the inconspicuous path I had created in the woods, set just before the city came into view. I walked down the path to hop into the car I had hidden there while I hunted. It was a sleek black Aston Martin, and it was my baby. Sure, not the most masculine way of thinking, but I don't exactly have much else other than the bag of clothes on the back floorboard. I shook my head and hopped into my car. It revved to life, and I almost purred along with it. I caressed my hand over the steering wheel like I would touch a lover...Or Bella.

I sighed loudly and sped through the thinning trees to the road. I shot out onto the pavement, rubbing a hand over my face tiredly.

"God dammit," I muttered. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

I did not have to wait long for the answer, and it only served to piss me off further at myself. I cared. And I was disgusted at myself for it, too. Okay, I won't think of her. How many times have I told myself that within the last few hours? Too many times to count. I found the fact that I was worrying was only because of how she had gone and what that dick had done to her. It wasn't necessarily her that made me care, it was what she went through. I nodded silently to myself as I flicked the radio on. Therefore, she was just another bag of bones that I had sucked dry. I smiled to myself as I began to feel better. My sympathy was melting away with my anger.

Going...

Going...

Gone!

I relaxed back into my seat in my out-of-character state of calm about my evening. My thirst was sedated, and I had had a good conversation. That thought settled in. I felt good. It had been too damn long since my last good talk with someone. I so rarely took the time to indulge and humor myself with creatures that were not vampires, and they were too easily swayed from one point to another. I knew because I acted the exact same way. It was irritating and often uncontrollable. It was one of the very few reasons I did not like being a vampire. Then again, there were so few, in fact, that I hardly worried about things I did not like. I could not change it anyway, so I never spent my time contemplating the pros and cons of being a creature of the night, so to speak. I smirked to myself. I was also one hell of a man, my ever present selfish side told me. I had to agree. I was a gentleman, yes, but when you spend over one hundred-fifty years alone there are some...aches that...need to be attended to. I normally went for human women in that aspect. Yeah, sick, I know. But it's not like a human man can make them feel what I can make them feel. And yes, I have been told so on more than one occasion. That's basically the last thing they say before I gulp down their blood.

Given that better part of life, I rarely had to relieve myself. I worked to stay calm in all situations as I found little joy in taking the life of someone that was not a junkie, but I was not about to get close to one of those chicks for something like that. I shuddered as I turned into the Odd Number Motel. I chuckled in amusement. That had to be one of the worst names I have ever heard for a place of business, and I've gotten around. If it is completely stupid and humorous, I have more than likely encountered it already. I pulled up to the lobby door, getting out of my car and walking in. The room was small and just slightly bigger than a decent sized walk-in closet. The walls were painted white with dry drops of paint littering the walls. Well, someone is definitely not an artist. A small square bulletin board hung from the wall behind the counter. It was covered in ads and business cards. In front of that was a guy about my human age. He was playing a game on the computer, looking extremely bored. I walked up to him and waited until he looked up at me.

He glanced up at my face. "Welcome to the ONM. Would you like one room, two? One bed or two? King or queen?" he asked me lazily.

I smirked. "One, one, and queen."

He dropped the hand that was cradling his face as he nodded. He bent towards his computer as he began typing in the information. "How many nights?"

I shrugged. "Can I get back to you on that?" I did not know how long I was gonna be here, and I definitely had enough money to stay for a while.

He mimicked my earlier action before typing some more. A beep from his computer signaled the end of his computer work, and he rolled away from the computer in his chair to a small cabinet to the right of him. He pulled it open and grabbed a key from a hook. He handed it to me and went back to his computer. I walked out of the room quietly and blinked to make my brown contacts melt away from my irises. I had done it so I did not give anything away to the guy. Wouldn't want to start anything messy, would I? No.

I hopped into my car and glanced down at the tag on my key. I roared with laughter as I drove around to the back of the building. This place sure serves its name well, that's for sure. I parked in front of my room door and hurried inside just as the sun hit my disco ball skin. The door closed with a prominent click as I dropped my bag to the floor. I walked over to the bed, grabbing the remote as I went. I rolled onto the bed in an uncharacteristically lazy manner and flipped on the TV. I dropped the key on the small table next to the bed, smiling stupidly at the room number.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome..." a voice murmured from the television.

"To room 666," I muttered in quiet laughter. "Where hell arises and a ring of fire swallows a person whole."

I shook my head and settled in for the day. The sun would probably be out all day, and until it went down, I was stuck here.

I was relaxed into the pillow when I bolted up in shock. I lifted my sleeve as heat scorched my skin. I lifted my sleeve to my elbow and laid my hand on my forearm. The skin there was burning hot. I glanced around the room to see anything that might have caused this sensation. I found nothing and clawed at the skin of my neck as the heat spread across the skin of my neck, chest, and back. I shook my head in defiance and tumbled off the bed onto my knees, scratching at my skin. I do not know why, but I felt a strange hope thinking that I could pull the heat from my body. I groaned loudly and banged a hand onto the floor as my body burned. It was like my change all over again, just slightly less intense.

"It was just a joke," I moaned out and rolled to my side, clutching my head in my hands.

I squeezed my eyes shut and flashes of odd light passed behind my lids. I convulsed against the ground slightly. My eyes shot open again to see steam rising from my skin. My skin was red and cracked. I snapped my teeth together to keep from crying out. My sight grew bleary, and I could have sworn I saw the shape of someone in the room with me. I relaxed against the floor as I let my body be consumed by the heat. I felt something cold brush my chest, uncovered from when I apparently ripped my shirt open unconsciously as I had tried to rid my body of the heat. I sighed slightly as the ice soothed my flesh. I felt myself slipping into a dark abyss. I wondered to myself if I had actually seen or felt anything, but I was wildly trying to convince myself that I had. Another part of me feared that what I was saw making me feel this way. Anger soared in my veins, and I made to move. My wondering was confirmed as I felt two hands gently pushing me back down. I tried to move again, and the hands grew forceful. My bleary thoughts were confirmed as woman's voice broke through the fog that surrounded my senses.

"Stay still," the voice commanded. "I'm gonna help your ass, don't fight me."

I groaned lightly. "Why should I believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with the effort it took to produce the words.

I felt a slight pinch on my skin and figured the mystery chick had slapped my chest. "Because I know what's going on with you. Of course, if you'd rather, I can just let your body simmer down." To prove her point, her hands disappeared, and the carpet moved beneath me as she moved.

I reached out shakily. I was met with air, but a soft hand soon filled mine. "If you end me," I murmured, "I'll haunt you."

I heard her laugh as I felt darkness begin to take over. "I would not expect anything less, blondie. And don't worry. Quick and painless, quick and painless."

I shifted slightly as her words hit me. They held great familiarity but in my disguised state I could not find how they touched me so quickly and easily. When I found no form of consciousness in relation to the mysterious girl, I gave into my desires by letting the heat consume me. My world grew black, and I knew I was close.

"I'll see you when you wake, motherfucker." The soft voice caressed my eardrums. It was the last thing I heard before I was drawn into the abyss.

Goddamn room 666, I really hate you for this. My last thought. The world was gone, and I was drawn into my head. I would hide there until I felt safe, and the pain had ceased. I was just worried about how long that would be.

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