She stared me straight in the eyes her brown eyes glowing in the dim light. She was afraid of me. The sadness and betrayal that shone on her face should have probably made me feel sorry for what I was about to do, but it didn't. I didn't feel sorry, not at all.
The man that I loved was this girl's boyfriend – if you could even call him a boy – and I wanted to own him. All of her friends had known what my goal had been, but this fragile little girl had tried to refuse my intentions – until now.
I smiled down at her, touched her silky curled brown hair and took a deep breath to smell her heart breaking scent that truly was unique. No wonder why the boy had lost his mind after smelling this type of scent
Then, just as I was ready to end this girl's life, someone came in the hall with a rumble.