So I thought I'd try something a little different, and this is what happened. I wrote this nearly a year ago but kept it back 'cause I thought it was crap. But I thought I should give it a go, so here it is!
PS I think that my extreme hatred for Star (TRAITOR!) and Michael (. . . I don't think I need to verbalize my reasons for hating him) has leaked through a bit here. I hope you don't mind.

Arctic Embrace

Star's heartbeat flutters like a hummingbird's wings as David approaches her in a swirl of black and icy blue; his eyes behold a speculative light, as if testing for her reaction to his words.

"W-who?" she stutters, tripping over the word in her reluctance to draw it out of her mouth.

David throws off her question. "You know who. Michael is to be your first kill."

Dread enshrouds Star in its arctic embrace. It bears down upon her shoulders until she cannot repress it any longer; she lets out a desperate whine.

"Please! He can't die. Don't make me kill him!" she begs, throwing herself at David's feet.

He looks down at her, distaste apparent in his accusatory glare. His features are sharper in the distorted, slightly rosy light, and, bathed in the Hellish red glow, he looks more like the devil he is.

Her own personal demon, she thinks.

"Don't beg, Star. You wanted this, remember? You asked for it. Michael Emerson will die, and you will be the one to kill him."

Star trembles at the sight; Michael's crimson blood pooling over the floor, her mouth at his throat, sucking the very life out of him . . . and yet the burn in her throat tells her that she wants it.

Her own conscience is warped by the fiend inside her; she is no longer a human being. She is a monster.

"I don't want to be a monster," Star whispers to the night, hoping for maybe an ounce of respite from the evil demons inside her head.

Poor, poor Michael.

Perhaps if she had not met him that fateful night; if she had not been so selfish to speak to him that first time; to love him. Love. For something so warm and bright, it can produce such bitter endings.

Does it have to end the way it's bound to? Wonders Star, her mind scattered and somewhere far away from her physical body.

David's high, cold laugh brings her back to herself, and once again she sees the demon swathed in Hell's fiery gleam. "Star, Star, Star . . . d'you want to know why I picked you?" he does not wait for her answer. "I picked you because you're different from the rest. Not willing to pay the price for immortality – not one bit."

He smirks, and for a second, Star sees in him the man who she had first met on the boardwalk. Enthralling, charismatic David.

"I almost wish I hadn't,"

The verbal attack has no effect on Star; David often tries to waver her resolve to stay – however partially – human.

"I will not kill him,"

There is silence for the length of one heartbeat, and then David is in front of Star, leaning in to whisper threateningly into her ear.

"You cannot keep this up forever, Star. I don't care how much you will hate me after you have killed him. But he will die; I will make sure of that."

The words begin to shake Star's firm resolve to oppose David, as they always do; rolling cruelly off his tongue as each syllable hits her like a punch to the gut.

Is there any hope for Michael? Any at all? Star wishes that she can go back in time, change her own mind. But only God has that ability, she knows. And yet, after all that life has thrown at her; after all the merciless and brutal acts of violence she has seen, Star does not really believe there is a God any more.

Only a Devil . . .

And he is standing right in front of her.

Ah, my dear David.

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