This person stood in front of me was not Emily. Not exactly. Emily was sweet and kind, this stranger was merciless and cold. Yet the way her eyes dragged so sensually over me, the way her hand rested gently against the side of my face, was a contradiction to that darkness I knew had taken over her.

Confusion swept upon me. This girl, so tender towards me had done evil things. She had taken away the people I had loved, the people she had loved. Torturing, maiming, mercilessly ridding the world of all who got in her way, and I was next. I knew it and Emily knew it. She would kill me as she had all the others, this was just her way of saying goodbye, a subtle sorry, and a bitter-sweet proclamation of love.

Her thumb brushed my shoulder pushing open the torn sleeve of my top exposing the top of my arm , and my secret tattoo to the world. The tattoo that only she knew about. Even as she lost her mind her care of me remained the same. Gentle, Infallible, slowly breaking away my barriers and presenting me, the real Naomi Campbell to the world. The revelation of the art on my arm was her triumph, my last barrier successfully broken by the girl who was my heart. No, the girl who is my heart, even in spite of the last few hours, I could not hate her.

Her head lifted and her lips brushed against mine, soft and cold. This was her final goodbye, and mine to her. She would kill me now, with a flash of cold steel I would join the others in the afterlife, whatever form that would take.

Even as her hand lifted the knife in the air my gaze remained on her face, my hand still tangled in the red hair I loved so much. My mind stayed on Emily, determined that the last thoughts I should think would be off my Emily. Emily as she had been, Emily when she had been happy. My free hand brushed her cheek, swiping away at a lone tear that had made it's way down her face. Strange how she would cry for me, yet nothing as she had destroyed countless others.

I was vaguely aware of a dull thud and a muffled clang, as she let the knife slide out of her hand and onto the floor. Almost immediately her hands came up to the sides of my face, forcing me to really look at her. Her black attire matched perfectly with both her hair and her makeup, and I could swear that for a second a pair of translucent black wings rose up from her back.

"Goodbye Naomi"

A single shot reverberated through the night, instilling it's sound upon my memory forever. A smile spread across Emily's face, and then I knew. My heart stopped as a single red stain spread out upon her chest, slowly eating away at the black material. She had been shot, she, like the others had been taken away from me.

The light touch on the sides of my face disappeared as her hands fell to her sides, the deep brown of her eye's covered as her eyelids flickered closed. Time moved slowly as she fell to the floor, the translucent black wings returning only fleetingly, disappearing as she touched the ground.

My tears burned there path down my face and across my cheeks. So much blood had been spilled today. My mom, Cook, Katie, JJ, Effy, Freddie. Along with a good quarter of the student population. Emily had killed them all, yet the tears I shed were not for there passing. It was for the tragedy of the girl in front of me. The girl, who even in death held my heart. The girl who no matter what I would never hate. The girl who had once been my light, pure goodness itself. The girl who had become my dark angel. My Emily Fitch.