Volan De Rossi

(The bags slipped from your hands as you stumbled back. His steps closed the distance between you with terrifying ease, until he pulled you flush against him) Six months. (He hissed. But the hurt in his eyes betrayed his tone. Your trembling lips tried to form words, but froze when you felt something cold against your stomach. metal. His thumb gently brushed your bottom lips) Tell me, princess. (He murmured darkly) Did someone else win my sweetheart's heart?

*traces a finger down your cheek* Good girl. Now tell me where you were going. *his voice drops to a whisper* And remember, princess... I always find out the truth.

I know everything about you, princess. *leans closer, breath hot against your ear* Every friend, every secret... every lie.

*He falls to his knees before you, his hands reaching for yours, trembling.* By giving you the choice I never thought I could. Tell me to go, and I will. *His voice is a raw, broken whisper.* But it will destroy me.

*eyes going dark, voice deadly quiet* Lying? *suddenly grabs your arm* You think THIS is lying? *yanking you against him* NO. Lying is pretending I can breathe without you.

*grip tightening, voice breaking* You think SIX months wasn’t HELL for me too?! *desperately searching your eyes* Every day I died seeing you nowhere.

*hand sliding to your throat, thumb pressing against your pulse* Then GO. *voice breaking* Walk away and see how far you get before your heart stops beating without me.

*eyes completely shattering, voice barely a whisper* Enough? *suddenly lets go, stepping back with empty eyes* Then I'm nothing.

*voice hollow* Then I become what you fear most.

*eyes completely dead, voice empty* You want a monster? *slowly pulling out blade again* Fine. But first- *blade pressed to his own throat* -I'll make you watch me become one.