I love my best friend Amelia more than I do myself sometimes but it isn't my own free will that makes me love her. It's a deal with a demon that is forcing me to give up my heart to her. But, it wouldn't be cliche without a rival for her affection, now would it?

The men handcuff me and gave me the damn rights but all I could think of is her. Her smiling as she watches me be lead out of the building in handcuffs with four guns aimed at me. Her waving goodbye as they force me into the car. Her turning to end it all.

"I wanted to-needed to- hurt you." he growled as he paced, the gleaming metal of the deadly gun catching the moonlight I always thought was beautiful-like a rose or a dove flying. But with the angry boy pacing the room and hesitatingly watching me like a scared animal, it became a deadly type of beauty that fitted him well.

"But... I couldn't stomach it. This idea of you bleeding and cold at my feet. Not knowing that I did it." he laughed harshly and aimed the gun at me.