Hi, sorry, once again I haven't finished the story I was working on beforehand, sorry if you were reading or enjoying it, well this a short story, I don't know yet, it might get longer. This was it. The door slowly and painfully opened. The thrill, anticipation, excitement and adrenaline finishing in. I could feel the warm crawl of blood as it crept down my pale neck from the scratch I sustained earlier in the fight. My rough hands itched to wipe it away but I was busy at the moment, watching him and waiting for him to make his next move as he softly crept through the brown, wooden door. I knew, without having to look down, that I was covered in blood and dirt and sweat. My hair was a brown mass of chaos, my brown skin cut and bruised. The girl I used to be would have screamed in outrage, but I was no longer that girl. That vanity now held no meaning to me, because this battle, and battles held no grace or beauty, no matter what stories said. My hazel eyes, once so bright with tears, were now determined. I stared at him with contempt. There was no trace of old memories or feelings now. The man—no, animal, standing before myself was not Andy White. I knew that by just looking at him. The 'X'-shaped shadow that ran from his brow to his aristocratic nose was like a half mask covering his formerly handsome face. The whites of his eyes were now black, and his black hair had grown so long it was nearly a mane. And that damn arrogant smirk remained, reminding me that he was still human and not the demon I had taken him to be. "What's wrong, Lily? Don't tell me you're tired already." His voice mocked me as he began to walk towards me, predator stalking prey. "Then again, you were always weak." My heart pounded along with the improvised beat of the drum rolls my mind had creatively created.
I grit my teeth and tightened my grip on the knife in my palm. I refused to speak to him, to answer his jeering questions. I focused my mind on finding the boy I used to know, or, if that didn't work, then on killing him. He was strong, so much stronger than he used to be, not only from utilizing David Fang's, his trainer, abilities and skills but also from training, battling, and, I was sure, killing. Only my rigorous training with my mum had allowed me to survive so far, and only luck had kept him from killing me. Where had the years gone? Nineteen years old and still never been kissed. What was I waiting for? Yes, I too had wanted to get stronger, but never like him. I knew from missions with my brothers that David had been denied his greatest prize–the body of Andy. I wondered dimly if it was because David was now afraid of Andy. If he did, I didn't blame him. His hands sudden moments stopped me from pondering further. I didn't have to wait for the fire to burn me to recognize his favorite attack. I thanked my young body endlessly for flipping out of the way with ease. I was too slow and sluggish, however, to realize what he had planned all along. The first moment I was too stunned to think or move. Then I felt the pain, the rough bark biting into my shoulder blades and back, and his clawed hand around my flower-stem neck. As I struggled to breathe, those crimson orbs watched me with fascination. It was not my beauty that entranced him, I was sure, but really the fact that he had the power to kill me at any moment.
I tried desperately to move my hands to grab my pocket knife, but he noticed before I could finish and clamped his other hand over my wrists. He loosened his grasp on my neck enough so I could breathe and began to talk again. "Aren't you going to cry, Li-ly?" He separated the syllables of my name to further emphasize his belief that I was still weak, still the child he had left with tears drying on my cheeks. "That's what you always did before." I bit the inside of my cheek to will myself not to spit in his face. Instead, I adopted the cloudy eyes of a blind woman and kept my mouth sealed in a tight line. He chuckled as I put on my passive resistance act. Leaning close so our bodies were pressed intimately together, he whispered to my lips, "Why so submissive, Lily? Didn't your old hag send you out to kill me?" My heart might have started pounding that moment, but there was no way I was going to allow him to know that. I might have been naive and foolish then but not now, and not ever again. Without warning, his lips were harshly pressed against my own. It was selfish, just like him, taking greedily without giving. But, it still hotly erotic, still the guilty pleasure I had always fantasized about. Fire, like a burning whip, spread throughout my body, and it was only the overbearing thoughts of 'he's a killer' that kept me from kissing him back. He broke the kiss and pushed away from myself, releasing my hands and his hold from my neck, eyes wildly searching my face. Seeing nothing but the empty gaze, his temper rose. "Isn't that what you've always wanted?" he grated out. "Isn't that why you said you would follow me to the ends of the world for?" If I wasn't in such a position, I would have laughed. Andy was more insane than I had thought at the beginning of this mission. Then out of the blue I remembered the religious book I had found in my mothers library . "In the beginning..." The story of Adam and Eve, the first humans. Ignorant of pain and suffering until Eve committed the ultimate crime. Unknowingly, she took a bite of the devil's fruit and saw everything with clear eyes, understanding at last how dangerous being naive could be.