A/N: I honestly don't know where I can take this story, but I'll mark it as complete for now. The idea just popped into my head and with DTW part 2 I... well the Eclare break up scene was... let's just say I'm still pretty sad about the break up... And with people now writting fics about them after the break up and stuff... Well, I thought, "Why not write something myself?"

DISCLAIMER: Honestly? If I were to own Degrassi, I would've ended the season differently...

EDIT: Went back and fixed some things.

Holding the Gothic Tales magazine in his hands – which were shaking furiously -, Eli got up from the bench and walked to the nearby electricity poll. He threw his fist at the poll and closed his eyes, sighing in an exaggerated way. He bit his lower lip – hard enough to draw blood – and walked back to the bench, where he sat there and checked to see the time.

It was five minutes until nine.

He clenched the phone in his hand and looked around, seeing as the people – hypocrites, he called them – glared at him and continued walking. He opened the magazine again and stared at the title of the story he wrote.

STALKER ANGEL by Clare Edwards

Elijah Goldsworthy

He couldn't stand the nauseas feeling in the pit of his stomach. He closed the magazine again – he swore he almost tore it in half. His eye sight wavered and tears accumulated in his sockets. Blinking the tears away, he felt bile rise up his throat. Sighing once more, he clenched his head in his hands before sitting back on the bench to check his phone.

Two minutes until nine – it read.

The nauseas feeling in the pit of his stomach increased. She isn't coming, he thought bitterly, I knew it. She went to the stupid dance… She left me. Slowly, on shaking legs, he rose up and walked towards Morty, his hearse. He just couldn't take it anymore as he threw his fists and hit Morty's hood. Damn it Clare, he thought.

Clack... Clack… Clack! Clack!

Diffidently, Eli craned his neck to the left and his eyes narrowed and he furrowed his eyebrows. He couldn't believe that she was there. He blinked back a few tears and backed away from Morty to stare at the young woman in front of him. Her bag was slightly hanging from her shoulder, her eyes sparkled with confusion, love, want, and she seemed to be frightened. She was wearing a green, semi-formal dress with a denim jacket over it.

She finally smiled and placed the bag next to her. At first, she couldn't move, but then she began to walk towards the dark haired boy. She placed her hands on either side of his neck and bit her lip. She leaned her forehead against his; wearing heels was a bonus to making her tall.

"Eli," She whispered in a hushed tone, moving her head to lie on the crook of his head.

There was a silence that began to consume them both. Eli's arms snaked around her waist and he moved his head to rest on top of hers. He took in her floral scent – he wanted to savor it; he couldn't bear the thought of losing another person he loved. And when Eli closed his green, hazel orbs, it seemed as if it where only them. It was only their breathing, their heartbeat, their love.

"Clare," he breathed out, pausing to organize his thoughts.

Too many things have been happening to them. His clinginess was what has brought their relationship downhill. He even shot his dead ex- girlfriend's photo because - and he told Bullfrog - she, "was coming in between me and Clare." He just couldn't process the fact that she actually came. When he told her that morning that he was going to wait for her in their "bench", he believed in the theory that haunted him: She wouldn't go because she hates him…because of Julia.

"Clare," he began again. "You came."

She nodded faintly and backed up from their embrace to flash him a small smile. "I," She bit her lip again. "I think that we can get through this… even though I think it wise to take a break. I just… I don't know."

And she didn't. There was a teasing voice in the back of her head that agreed with what Alli told her, "He's manipulating you, Clare!" Then there was her subconscious, who whispered in a calm voice, "I would give him my soul, body, and heart. I would throw everything away for him. Even if it meant to steal or –" Clare didn't get why she agreed with her subconscious, but deep down, she would tell herself, "I would sell my body for Elijah Goldsworthy," and as bad and repulsive at it might sound – and millions of scenarios crossed her head if her parents found out - , she would do it.

"I'll leave with you… to Bloomingdale."

Eli closed his eyes and leaned down to capture her lips with his. It was sweet and slow and it made Clare's heart skip a beat. She placed her hands on his shoulders and deepened the kiss by pulling his body closer to hers – she wanted to feel every curve on his body. He nibbled her lower lip and she parted her pink lips to give him entrance. His tongue swept inside her mouth and coiled with hers, a strangled moan erupting from her throat. The hold on her hips tightened and he groaned when she tugged at the strands of hair in the back of his neck. He pulled away with hesitance – scared to lose her – and pecked her swollen, full lips before smiling.

"Let's go then."

Somewhere deep inside their hearts, they knew they were going to be okay. And, Clare's subconscious kept whispering in the back of her head, I would give my soul to the Devil if needed to, to be with this man. And for once in her life, Clare didn't care anymore. She would go anywhere with Eli, even if it meant to death.