"Be good you too!" Mom giggles as Luca and I walked out the door. She giggled at something Luca did, but I was too in my head to even want to see what he was doing. What he did didn't matter to me, because as soon as she shuts that door, I was out of here. "And don't do anything inappropriate, that's a warning!" She laughed some more, not seeing anything behind the lines of his fake face. She has a good sense of judgment, but for Luca, she was totally blind.

Luca laughed. "No promises, Misses P!" I paled and started to walk faster, the desire to get away from this demon of a person strong. I heard the front door slam shut. Thankful that mom finally decided to go back in the house to leave us alone, I didn't hesitate to start jogging away from Luca, heading through a muddy dirt road that went through the woods. Sure, it was a longer route, but Luca, as far as I know, doesn't know this route like I do. Doesn't know the twists, turns and secrets paths.

"Hey! Genny, where do you think you're going?!" Luca shouted from a distance. My heart stopped at the mere sound of his voice, but I pushed past my anxiety and ran through the dirty path like there was no tomorrow. "Genny!"

I bit my lip from making a snarky remark. That would just do nothing but agitate him further. I didn't need that. The path started to get steeper, meaning I was getting deeper in the woods—just as I wanted. Hopefully, he would lose my tail in one of the crossroads. If he got lost, this is all his fault.

"Fucking hell! Genny, if you don't stop this goddamn second, I swear to God you'll never see the sun again!" I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of icy air, calming my nerves. He won't scare me—after that night in the woods, nothing could possibly frighten me more than the unknown. And Luca wasn't unknown. I know all his motives, wishes, sick desire... I know him like a book. There was one problem, though.

So did he.

"Hahaha! I get it, you're too scared to talk to me, it's alright darling. I won't do anything, I promise." I could hear his footsteps growing closer. I forced myself to pick up speed despite my exhaustion and darted down a sideways path. Luca, watching my figure most likely, followed me through the path. Good, he's falling for it. Just have to last a bit longer and I can get to school with no problem...

"I was trying to be nice, Genny. But you're starting to really piss me off!" He hollered, that nice facade quickly vanishing. Luca, the real, genuine Luca was making an appearance and I just hope that my feet can run faster.

Great, one bad thing after another. A rose literally attacks me and now I'm being chased by my crazy ex-boyfriend. Talk about luck.

A voice snickered. It wasn't Luca and I hadn't made a peep since I was at home. It was my insanity talking to me. I really hit my head hard.

'What? I'm insane? Psh, you wish. I'm the only way you're gonna make it out here alive, girl.' The sickly sweet voice sneered back at me. From running away from Luca to talking to a voice in my head, I didn't know what to focus on. Nevertheless, I pushed myself forward onto the shadowed path, where no sunlight came there. It might be more dangerous for me to lead Luca into, but I know this path better than he ever will. He could fight me here, but I could run. I will run.

'Or...' the kid-like voice drawled on, 'you could simply bite him. You know, that's always easier.' I couldn't help but choke on my saliva. What the hell?

That's not funny, I thought, a sudden rush of anger flowing through me. I was in a serious situation, one where I could either run away with nothing more than over-exertion or Luca would catch me and God knows what he'll do. I'll probably go back... there. I would rather die than go there again. Yet, why do I always have these freakish delusional episodes where I talk to myself when I'm in danger?!

'So she talks. I thought you were still pondering my existence like a feeble child. Done now?' She snickered, obviously finding my confusion the most humorous thing of the century.

I growled. Shut up, I don't need this right now. I gotta get away.

"If it weren't for those track meetings, I would have my hand wrapped around your throat right now, bitch! I see you," Luca shouted, his voice hauntingly close. "And when I get you, oh... you're gonna wish I killed you before." My heart started to race against my ribcage, beats so fast, so hard that I thought I would fall to the ground any second and have a panic attack. I keep my brave face on. My feet felt like they were bleeding, but I could do this.

I saw what I came looking for. In the middle of the dark path lies a tree so big that three people could hide behind it on one side. This was my magic trick, the only way I can disappear from Luca's eyesight.

'Hmm, smart girl. But, the question is: will this be enough?' Commented the voice, going about with its unnecessary input again.

I ran straight towards the back of the tree and ran towards a boulder that the tree was hiding. Quickly, I jumped behind the boulder and fell into the hole. This was my ultimate hiding spot when I play hide N' seek with my best friends and Luca has always been the one left out the loop about this spot. The hole only big enough for one person and you have to sit in it with your head on your knees, but it was hidden like a black cat the night.

What do you mean? I question the voice, a bit off-put by the peculiar question.

She snorted. 'You can run all you want, but, if he catches you, then what? Try to run away? Hopelessly flail your arms around until he knocks you out with a rock to the head? What then, Genevieve?' The baby-like tone the voice carried suddenly turned sinister, a bunny shifting into a wolf. I went to answer, but footsteps right above me prevented my thinking process.

"Hiding, are we now? You know, as much as I like playing tag, finding my meal is much better..." Luca sighed longingly. He quietly walked around the surface above me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "You know, we had something. You and I. Something real. Something meaningful. But, you just had to ruin it like you do everything in your life. You ruined your mother's life, did you know that? She tells me constantly of the pain she endured after quitting school to take care of a mistake such as yourself."

I bit the inside of my cheek sharply. No, he's wrong. He's just trying to get under my skin. Mom never said that, she would never say that. I know she loves me, even if she shows it in a weird way, she means well with Lizzie and me.

'That big mouth of his is really pissing me off. Hey, can we just bite him already? I'm really looking forward to seeing him spasm out of the floor as he chokes on his own spit.' I was baffled at her sudden spitefulness. Just who in the hell is this voice? My own emotions portrayed by living thoughts? Insanity? Something... something more... paranormal?

As if that would hurt him. He has the body of a rock, he works out like every single day. I could punch him and he would giggle, I grumbled in my thoughts humorlessly. That was out of the question. Physical attacks won't work. The only chance if escaping is running away. Cowardly, yes, but efficient.

'Are you stupid? Our bite will work wonders, darlin'. One bite is all it takes from you.' She said sinisterly. By the tone of her voice, I actually considered biting him.

Gathering my sanity back, I shook my head. You're crazy. Absolutely fucking crazy. I told you, he's strong as—

'But you're stronger! Don't you get it?! He's such a pest you could flick him away with a finger.'

"Oh, Genny... I'm getting sick of games. You're gonna be late for school, what'll happen when I tell mommy dearest? To her, I mean..." That last sentence shook me to my core. No, he couldn't mean... he wouldn't. Right?

My eyes started watering. I can't let him hurt her. It would be my fault if he did anything to mom or Lizzie. I can stop this. I can just... hand myself over.

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'Are you crazy or just fucking stupid? You know, the awakening is supposed to be a gradual process, but you're annoying me so I'm gonna force it.'

What do you—"AHHH!" I slapped a hand over my mouth, terror poisoning my veins. If not terror, then something else was definitely running through them. A sharp, freezing cold feeling buzzed through my veins, starting with the wrist the tattoo lied on.

My eyes blanked out at the intensity of the pain. The arm with the tattoo started blazing, quickly turning that icy feeling to boiling water. My arm spasmed and twitched as the fire spread. My eyes watered and couldn't find the care to keep quiet from Luca anymore. I screamed out again, choking on the scream as I felt the burn rise. It flew through my left hand, coursing its way to my neck and flew under. The closer it came to my heart the closer I came to the conclusion that I was going to die here.

There were no maybes or hopes anymore. I was going to die by the hands of a tattoo.

'Shhh... it'll all be over soon. Just, remember now to go too wild, 'kay?' The voice crackled, laughing as I fell to the ground beneath me, body twisting and turning in such angles I should have broken a few bones.

"Found you! Why are you—what the hell? Cut that creepy shit out." From my watery vision, I could see the silhouette of Luca's sitting figure above the entrance of the hole, face holding that of confusion and amusement. I snarled at him, him and I both equally surprised at the sound.

Fire. I was on fire—I had to be. This is what it must feel like to be burnt alive, although without the flames. Twitchingly, I glance towards the cursed hand, only to find my veins replaced by a neon red, protruding from my skin like worms worming around. The nauseating feeling I had multiples at the sight as I felt myself gagging on my own spit and blood.

"Genny! Genny! Snap outta it! This trick isn't gonna work on me." The sound of his voice flipped a switch in me I never knew I had. The pain, the trauma and the agony coursing through me suddenly dispersed into an utmost rage, turning that fire from me towards the manipulator.

Now still in place, I found myself looking from the dirt above me towards Luca's bellowing figure. He was expectedly angered, finding my pain nothing but an act to get free from his chains. Chains that I, in this very moment, devoured.

'And soon, Luca himself,' commented the voice. I couldn't find the will to answer the voice within my head, all concentration focused primarily on Luca and him only. He breathing, he puffs of anger, his eyes dilating, the blood pumping through his veins.

Blood. Blood. Why can I hear it? How can I hear the way it's flowing, the direction, the beautiful rhythmic sounds his heart pumping?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

He was speaking, but I could hear nothing. Not the sound of my own voice speaking back, not the sound of my heartbeat although it was very much beating as fast as light. Vibrations emitted from my throat, what was that? Crying? Sneering? Maybe, growling?

Who cares, I thought, losing interest in anything but that thumping. I sat up quickly, a little too quickly than should be possible and didn't miss the way Luca flinched at me.

Me. Luca flinched because of me. The puppeteer scared of the puppet. How odd. How funny.

Genevieve was fading away. This I was sure of. I could feel myself fighting the war in my head, desperately trying to fight against the demons that swarmed in it. I didn't want to let the demons take control, but then again, I did.

I would never win this fight. The demons won. Luca lost. He finally lost.

With speed to fast to comprehend, I dashed out the hole, digging my nails into the ground to propel myself out the filthy pit. Luca stumbled backwards, hitting his head on a rock as he groaned out in pain. As Luca would, he quickly recovered, jumping on his feet and ignoring the blood streaming down his face. I looked from his smoldering eyes and to the crimson blood just above them. I knew it should have been too dark to see it since I chose the path in the woods where sunlight ceased to exist, but I could see the blood in his face clear as day.

Curiously, I inched forward. All common sense left my body as a newfound bravery took its place. Luca watched me, cautiously eyeing me like he didn't know me anymore.

"Genny, what the hell are you doing?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. He was puffing his chest out like a beast, showing me his confidence through body language although his eyes screamed confusion.

I said nothing. I couldn't speak. If I opened my mouth, I feared what would happen. What would happen to me, not to Luca. I could feel my gums filling with pain but choose to ignore that pain. Something about Luca is... is intriguing to me. Something I've never felt before this very minute of this very day. Not lust nor love, not even the deep hatred I harbor for him.

'Lust was a close guess,' chuckled the voice.

I scrunched my nose in disgust at the suggestion. Luca and lust could never mix for me ever again. All I want to see Luca basking in is his own blood and tears.

A plan formed in my head. I knew the risk of taking the plan, seeing that Luca isn't stupid in the slightest, but he is driven by an uncontrollable sex drive that even common sense could pass through him. Even if he allowed common sense to take over, he still has that sickly obsessive love for me. Though disgusting, I could do this.

'Not you, darling. We.' She countered, that predator tone of hers bleeding through her innocent core. The voice was an odd person (if you could even consider her a human). She trotted around like a sheep, talking normally and acting like that of one of my friends. But whenever a situation came where someone angered me and threatened my life, I could tell that she was actually a wolf, disguising herself as a sheep until the time comes to kill.

"Luca," I whispered. I crossed my left arm over my chest to grab the upper-arm of my right and looked to the ground. With my face to the ground, Luca couldn't catch the look on my face. "Luca," I repeated, this time more desperate for an answer.

"What? You finally got some fuckin' common sense, Genny? Done fighting?" He laughed sinisterly, walking towards me. I sensed all fear he previously had vanished with each step I took.

I smiled. All I had to do was play weak. He can't resist a weak, feeble girl. He never did.

"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me..." I mumbled, bringing fake tears to my eyes that I wiped away with the sleeve of my muddy jacket. He laughed again and stood in front of me.

"Only if you be a good girl. Can you do that for me?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear. My smile deepened when an unfamiliar, bold scent filled my nostrils like heaven. God, it smelt so good.

I nodded to his question, still keeping my face down. I was never good at hiding emotions on my face and if he saw my face he wouldn't see his expected fear.

Luca nuzzled my neck and licked downwards from my earlobe to my collarbone. My smile faded at the feeling. Knowing his slimy, cottoned tongue was running along me made my skin crawl in disgust. But I kept still, waiting for the perfect time.

He then backed me up to a tree and put his knee between my thighs, running his knee up and down. When he took his lips from my neck, I decided it was time to return the favor.

"Turn your head..." I bit my lip, deciding whether or not to say the last bit. "...Luca."

He groaned out and obliged. I didn't hesitate to lock my lips against his neck. Instead of licking him like a rabid animal as he did me, I took rabid to another level.

My teeth scraped the skin of his neck, noticing how thin his skin is and how easy it would be to sink my teeth just a little further down. He started grumbling my name, running his hands along my sides aggressively.

He started to overwhelm me. His disgusting touch, the beautiful, mouth-watery scent, the aching in my teeth—everything was killing me. I wanted something so bad it started to hurt. I groaned in pain, my breathing growing erratic against Luca's neck.

When Luca's calloused hands gripped my chest, that's when it all snapped. I thew my head back and let out a growl before slamming my face back into the crook of his neck, biting down so hard that my teeth were drowned in his fresh blood. He hissed and shouted at me to back off and that I was 'being too rough'. That only pushed me to bit harder, sucking the blood from his neck and into my mouth, savoring every taste it left in my mouth.

He gripped my shoulders as hard as he to try and push me away. I gripped the back of his head harder, my nails sinking into the flesh on his head. I retracted my teeth and, with a drunkenly high mind, looked at his face. He was crying, those blue eyes of his red and puffy as they cried. The lips that were only minutes ago circling my neck were quivering in pain and in fear and I couldn't help but laugh. Just like he would laugh at me.

"You should see your face right now," I added before sinking my teeth back in. He screamed this time as I played around with his fresh wound. I clenched my jaw hard before pulling my face away from him, not letting go of my grip on his neck. The meat caught in between my teeth ripped from his neck and into my mouth. He choked on his sobs, begging me relentlessly as he kicked and punched my still stance. I thoughtlessly swallowed the chunk of meat in my mouth effortlessly before taking another look at my meal.

He was choking on his own blood, tears and spit. His eyes that used to look like a beautiful ocean paled like the sky and rolled in the back of his head. His nude lips were painted red in his own blood. The force in his kicks and punched had grown so weak now as I watched him timidly bring his hand to my face. I looked at him, face void of emotions as I witnessed a new side of him I'd never seen before. Grabbing the hand coming towards my face, I bit into his wrist, my eyes watering in ecstasy. I moaned in his hand, sucking harder and harder until the rapid beating against my lips of his pulse dialed down.

I stopped drinking when his heartbeat dimmed down to the point of nothing. My lips parted and my eyes looked for his face. His mouth was wide open, drool, foam, and blood mixing together down his neck. His eyes—well, I couldn't see them anymore. He was as still as a rock, one of his hands stuck on my arm from all the pressure he was applying on it. I gulped down the last bit of blood in my mouth before it dawned on me.

The dark reality hit me like a truck in the middle of the night. I just murdered Luca with my bare hands.

Or rather, bare teeth.