Hey guys! Did you see Jesus, etc? Can you say OMFG? That ending. I don't even know what to think. But I figured I would make a story about it. The ending, I mean. I really doubt this will happen, though. This is just from my crazy mind.

I'm sorry if this sucks. I just had to write it, purely for fun. I also figured I would post this, because I'm taking so long writing the next chapter of my other story. It will be up soon, though!

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any of its characters.

Clare's POV

I saw Eli walk towards me as I put my English books back in my locker.

He was grinning excitedly as he said, "Hey, Clare."

"Hey." I responded, kissing him softly, but pulling away before a teacher saw us.

"I've got something for you." He said, handing me a red folder.

"Stalker Angel?" I asked. He had been working so hard on this story, and it was really good.

He nodded. "You never got to read it last night." He said. "So I thought you would want to go over it before we submit it."

"I'd love to." I said, smiling. "I can't wait to see how it all turns out." I closed my locker, and we started walking down the hall.

"Well, with all the drama last night with You-Know-Who..." He said quietly. "The rain and the thunder, it... It really got me thinking about the ending." His face was serious. We were okay now, but Eli was still furious with Fitz. He cried in Morty as I comforted him. He was afraid he would lose me, and he said he needed me. I promised him I wouldn't leave him.

"You changed the ending again?" I chuckled.

"I really think I nailed it this time!" He said hopefully.

He continued, "The hero, Malcolm, realizes he can never protect Rachel from Stalker Angel. So he has no choice but to-"

I finished the sentence, "Kill Stalker Angel."

He grinned and said, "No. He kills Rachel." He had a strange look on his face now. A look of excitement and darkness. ""He grabs his knife, cuts her throat," He motioned with his hand. "He drinks her blood, and forever the are one." I stared at him. Okay, this was getting a bit creepy.

I swallowed and said, "That's... disturbing."

He smirked and said, "It's brilliant. It wouldn't be much of a horror story otherwise."

"Right. Of course." I said. It was just a story, right?

"It's my masterpiece." He said proudly. He moved closer to me and said, "And I couldn't have done it without you. It's all about you, Clare."

I was getting uncomfortable. "Great," I said. "Just... Try not to kill me, 'kay?" I laughed nervously.

He laughed. "Funny. Don't I owe you a driving lesson?" he didn't wait for me to respond. "The hearse awaits."

"I, uh... You sure that's a good idea?" I asked.

"Don't be ridiculous! I'll be with you every step of the way. M'lady," He gestured to the door that led to outside.

I gave him a small smile. Why was I so nervous? I shouldn't be scared by my own boyfriend. There's nothing to be afraid of, Clare, I thought.

Eli walked in front of me, spread out his arms and shouted, "I love Clare Edwards!" for everyone to hear. I blushed and looked down. Everyone was staring now.

He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked outside. His green eyes were darker than usual, filled with passion and darkness.

We went to Morty, and Eli said suddenly, "You know what? Let's skip driving lessons today. Why don't we go in the back of Morty and hang out?"

Alone. With Eli. In the back of Morty. I mentally slapped myself. I am totally overreacting! Right? His expression tells me otherwise, though.

We entered the back of the large hearse, and my heat started to beat faster and my hands were shaking as Eli closed the black curtains on the window.

He sat next to me and said, "I have something to tell you." He locked the back door of Morty. His eyes pierced into mine and said, "There's something I've been keeping from you." My heart was beating faster that it ever had before, and chills ran down my spine. He continued, "You see, Julia wasn't hit by a car. Not at all. I killed her. And it wasn't an accident." I felt as if my throat was closed and I couldn't breathe. My face was ghost white. I moved slowly towards the door.

"Eli... You're kidding, right? This is all just a joke... Right?" My voice cracked at the end.

He grinned. It wasn't a happy grin. It was a grin of mystery, darkness, insanity. "No, Clare. I'm not kiddding." He grabbed my hand as I tried to unlock the door. He pulled me closer to him and whispered eerily, "You promised you wouldn't leave me, remember? You're not one to break promises, are you?"

I said with a small voice, "Eli, just stop. You're scaring me." I started to squirm, and he held me tighter. I couldn't move.

He said, "The Stalker Angel story, it wasn't all fictional. It was about Julia, and soon it will be about you, too."

I started to yell, "Help! Help!" He covered my mouth with his hand. I screamed, but the noise was muffled by his hand. Hot tears rolled down my face as I sobbed silently.

he stroked my hair and kept talking. "You see, I loved Julia. I loved her with all my heart. But, being the paranoid, overprotective bastard that I am, I was afraid I would lose her. By death or break-up, I didn't want her to leave me. So, one night, when she slept over at my house, I killed her. I slit her throat in her sleep. I drank the blood from her neck. I cut a long slit down my arm, and I pushed her fresh blood into my arm. And by doing this, I had Julia in my body, my soul. Her blood would make it to my heart. Literally. She was a part of me, and she still is. I would never lose her, and by killing her, no one could take her away from me." He ran his long finger down my face, through my tears. He brought that finger to his mouth, and he sucked the salty tears off it. He moved is hand down my neck, moving it across my throat, a bit too hard for comfort.

I tried to scream again, but my throat was dry.

"Shh, don't scream. I'll take care of you, and it'll all be okay. We'll be together forever!" I saw him pull something out from behind him. It was shiny and silver. A knife.

I kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. He brought the sharp knife up to my face, and cut his finger with it, to show how sharp it was. He quickly uncovered my hand, and pushed his bloody finger into my mouth. He made me swallow his bright red blood.

Eli said, "I love you, Clare. And soon, you will be a part of me." He covered my mouth again, and as he put the knife to my neck, I remembered. I remembered everything.

I remembered when Darcy and I played together when we were children. I remembered being made fun of in my Catholic school for being a "nerd". I remembered transferring schools, and meeting KC. I remembered thinking that KC and I would get married someday, and have a family. I remember getting caught having a vibrator, and being embarrassed for weeks. I remembered KC leaving me for Jenna, and how I was heartbroken. I remembered meeting Eli, and hating him and liking him at the same time. I remembered our first kiss, our first date. I remembered Him telling me about Julia, about his hoarding. I remembered never wanting to leave his side. I remembered how I love him. I remembered that I still do, but he's crazy. He doesn't know what he's doing. I hoped he would get help after he killed me. I remembered he would kill me because he loved me.

All this happened in a matter of seconds. I quickly said an Our Father and a Hail Mary.

Eli kissed my forehead softly, and whispered, "Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for loving me. I'm not saying goodbye, because we never will say goodbye. You will never leave me."

I didn't bother to try and get out of his arms. It wouldn't work. He started to hum a song. It was soft, happy. But in this setting, it was eerie and creepy.

He hummed:

It will all be okay,

It will all be alright,

You're here by my side.

I love you, with all my might.

We will never leave each other,

You'll be a part of me, forever.

You are the light to my darkness,

I was drowning, I was a mess.

You gave me air, I can breathe.

You kissed me, I can see.

It will all be okay,

It will all be alright,

You're here by my side,

love you, with all my might.

He was smiling happily, as if I wasn't about to die. To him, I wouldn't. I would "be a part of him."

Please, God. Let him see that what he is doing is wrong. Watch over my parents, my sister, my friends.

He continued to hum the melody of his little song quietly as he pushed the tip of the knife into my neck.

Surprisingly, I felt no pain. I felt nothing. I got my voice back enough to scream, but it was muffled yet again. I tried to say, "Please, stop, PLEASE!"

He ignored me and said, "Shh, don't worry. It's okay."

He kept humming as he moved the knife along my neck. I felt the hot blood flow down my body. I was getting lightheaded, Everything was blurry.

Eli continued to hum his song as he ran his knife down his arm.

He leaned down, and pressed his lips to the slit in my neck.

Then it all went black.

Okay, I'm sorry if that was terrible. I just had to let it out. :)

Please review and tell me if I should leave it as a one-shot, or should I continue it in Eli's POV?

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