I'm sorry for the lack of updating. Although I love to write, lately I just haven't had much inspiration or direction with this one ...I didn't realise I had disappointed anybody.I'm not one to abandon projects, so I'll see this through and finish what I started. I'll have to have another think about it, and hopefully the next chapter should come faster than this one did.

My eyes slowly opened, taking a moment to adjust to the bright light of the room streaming in through the window. I awoke to find Elena asleep by my side, her arms around me, her head resting at the crook of my neck. Truly, I couldn't help but smile a least a little. I was not used to this sort of treatment from women, and so this felt somewhat strange, but...I liked it. For these moments, I felt at peace, without a bad thought in my mind. For now, I was tamed, and controlled by her charm. I was satisfied. She stirred, but was yet to awaken. In some ways, I was glad...whilst she slept, I was given to opportunity to examine her more closely, and was able to take in every single detail of her more thoroughly. As I observed her, a thought crossed my mind which caused my weak smile to strengthen somewhat. She (a Turk as I once was, as much as I loathed to admit that fact..) showed herself as a dangerous enemy, and a professional who took great pride in her work. Whilst she slept, she displayed a side of her that I had never before seen (or believed to have existed at all): beauty, kindness, innocence. As that thought crossed my mind, a cruel laugh echoed through my brain, sending a cold chill throughout my body. The smile of satisfaction upon my lips curved into a sadistic smirk, as a chuckle escaped me. Innocence? Innocence? Hilarious, in all honesty. Her hands were just as bloodied as mine were! She was a murderer, just like me! My laughing grew somewhat in volume as I pulled her closer, pain ripping throughout my body as the beast within me yearned for escape and clawed at my flesh as he tried to break free. "You're not...coming out..." I hissed harshly under my breath to the other entity within, trembling where I lay and tensing up my body in an attempt to defend myself.
She had awoken now, those honey-coloured eyes gazing up at my face. "W...what are you doing?! Why the hell am I here?!" she shrieked, pushing me away and backing away slowly, grabbing her uniform and hastily getting dressed. It seemed that the fog covering her common sense had lifted as the effect of last night's alcohol had worn off. Her fear tasted divine, and as I broke my guard for just one moment, the beast within me surfaced and thirsted for more of it. I reached out to touch her, but a bullet pierced my chest before I had the opportunity. I froze, eyes narrowed, a violent growl escaping my lips. As the blood trickled down my body, I winced, my eyes sliding shut tightly. Perhaps my consciousness had regained control as I remained here, half-man, half-beast. "What...is...this...?" I gasped, trembling by only a little, grasping at my face as though in a desperate attempt to replace the mask that I had created for myself.
"T...the hell is happening to you...?!" she demanded, tones of anger, fear and slight concern all combined within her voice. We remained this way in silence, as I tried to come to my senses. Her question had indeed been a valid one, and I myself did not know the answer for certain. What was happening to me...? These transformations were far beyond my control now. But why? What could he want so desperately? Freedom? But even with freedom, he would not gain much happiness. These incidents had only begun recently...very recently, in fact. Surely there had to be a motive? But what would that motive be? My mind full of questions, I had not even noticed Elena's approach until I felt arms hesitantly wrap themselves around me. I moved to push her away, but she shook her head, tightening her hold to prevent my resistance. "Don't. Don't push me away yet! Aren't you scared? Isn't this terrifying you? You don't know what's happening, do you? Don't try and hide it: you have no idea, do you? You need someone, don't you? You're worrying me, and I just want to help, so why are you pushing me away? It's the same with your friends! When was the last time you spoke to them? Aren't they worried, too?!"
I felt my eyes narrow as she spoke of me, and of them. Her move had been risky, due to the fact that control was still not entirely mine. Then again, it had never been mine since his attacks on my body had begun. "You talk too much." I growled, my gaze now on her. "How can you talk about things you don't understand...?"
"How can you sit there and pretend?!" she immediately snapped, letting go of me as though I had burnt her. She really did not understand at all. But how could she ever? Even if she and I were trapped in this hell, how could she ever understand? She couldn't...and somehow, I couldn't help but sneer. I stood, moving away from her and moving towards the door of the room. "To pretend...it's what I do best..."
Maybe she responded. Maybe she called after me. I would not know, for as soon as I had spoken, I had left, the door swinging shut with a bang behind me. Was I angry? No...not with her. I was merely in a state of confusion, and of course: lack of control. I suppose passers-by sensed it, for they avoided me like a plague. Maybe she had remained in the room and cried. Maybe she had run away. Maybe she had followed. Although this may sound cruel: let her. My use for the girl had ended now. Hm...do I contradict myself, perhaps? Do I leave you in utter confusion just as I had left her, and myself? My tale was never one to make sense, and is not one I weave for entertainment, except for that of the cruel, tainted and bloodthirsty. I had been mistaken to say that she and I were at all similar. In fact, we could never be more different...and so once more, I dwell alone in the blackened ash and sooty fires of my own hell. Eternal Hades surrounds me, but a demon needs no angel's guise. I must accept what I am, as nobody is going to save me: he who is beyond salvation, even from those who care for me the most. But who could? Ah, let's not get into this again. It could take quite some time.