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In this chapter things are starting to get a little crazy!

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Death in Seven Fatal Seconds

Seven seconds.

Seven seconds was all it took for hell to break loose in my bedroom.

Seven seconds for Paul to charge at a faintly fearful Leah, roaring in anger.

Seven seconds for Sam to push Emily away to safety and race toward a roaring Paul.

Seven seconds for me to scream out at a roaring Paul and latch onto his arm in a vice like grip.

Seven seconds for Paul to throw me to the wall, unaware that I had been trying to stop him.

Seven seconds for me to fly through the air, colliding into the glass of my two story window.

There was now abrupt slow motion episode as I flew out of my window, my arms outstretched to a screaming Paul, his horrified eyes watching me fly away out the window.

There was no image of my life flashing before my eyes, no sincere truth of my short lived existence.

And as I plummeted to the ground of our two story house, the wind whipping my hair harshly. All I could think about was how I'd never told Paul how much I genuinely loved him.

How all of this only took seven seconds, how such a short amount of time turned into the end of my being. Life really was too short.

I let out a painful shout as I slammed into something ice cold, yet despite the coldness my skin felt like it was on fire. Was this some type of hell?

I'd always joked that I'd go to hell but really? I had always been a good person… besides that one time I stole a little girls ice cream. But surely I wouldn't be sent to hell because of that!

Afraid of what I would see, I kept my eyes closed from whatever lied behind my lids.

What if heaven… or hell wasn't what I had always been told to believe it was?

But with a strange sense of bravery I slowly opened my eyes a bright shining light glittering above me. YAY! I was in heaven!

But with another, more logical thought I noticed the lights in the sky were not that of heaven but the same moon I saw every night. So… I wasn't dead?

Joy and relief filled my mind as I relished in the feel of the ice cold wind against my skin and the feel of my solid body. But as more sense returned to my shocked body, I began to realise that the wind wasn't to only think making me feel cold.

I looked down at my body and saw deathly pale porcelain hands holding onto my waist. My eyes widened and I looked up to the owner of the hands, only to have my eyes widen in terror.

"Nice to see you again, my executioner." (A/N I was totally gonna leave it there but I did promise longer chapters.) His same fire red messy hair that had seemed so familiar to me at the time blew in the wind. But this time, his poo-brown eyes were now gleaming a bloody red.

I pushed my hands against the pastel man's chest, and he let go of me immediately and I toppled to the ground, picking up mud on my jeans from the fall. My eyes lingered on the smirking man as he brushed at his shirt, wiping away imaginary dirt. My mouth was agape, which probably made me look like one of those clown things where you threw a ball into their mouth.

I sat on the muddy ground, unaffected as shouts echoed up stairs and the pounding of feet echoed as people ran down stairs. All I could do… was look at the vampire I had killed more than 10 months ago.

"How?" I whispered, tears filling me eyes as I remembered the unforgivable sin I had committed.

And the fact that I had once thought I was a virtuous soul. But now I knew why I was going to hell.

"ADDISON!" I heard Paul roar my name in fear and I turned to look at him and saw him a short distance away from us as he trembled and shifted into a wolf. Bone cracked and his form became distorted, but like always I couldn't look away from the disturbing but beautiful site. His muzzle was raised in a growl as he raced toward us, and I could see he was afraid that the vampire would bite me at any moment.

I turned to the vampire, prepared to burn him without Paul noticing. But I stopped short at his cruel smirk and the mischievous look in his eyes.

"Nobody can kill me, not even you Addison Dawn Blackburn." The vampire whispered and with one glare at Paul, he was gone. Vanishing into the woods.

I fell to my knees as Paul-wolf skidded to a stop next to me, only just missing the chance to bite at the vampire. I stared at where the fire-red vampire had vanished along the tree line and I gasped for breath at his words. Not only had he foretold that it was impossible for me to kill him, and that he couldn't be killed. But what scared me most…. Was that he knew my middle name.

No one, only my father knew of my middle name.

It wasn't even written in my birth records because at the time my middle name hadn't been decided.

The only conclusion I could draw as logical… was that he had been told that name by my father.

In a desperate haze of insanity, I stood to my feet frantically and I ran toward the woods. Only I was stopped Paul-wolf who block my way and pushed against me, telling me to step away.

"No Paul! I have to go after him, he knows where my dad is!" I shouted as I tried with all my strength to push Paul out of the way. But it was a fruitless attempt taking on 200 pound (A/N yea I am Australian but I switch from pounds and kg's a lot.) feral wolf with a temper. So instead I fell to my knee's digging my hands into Paul-wolfs silver fur. I buried my face into his chest, my noes relishing in his still human scent.

Today… had been a very bad day.

Paul-wolf and I ended up sitting there for a while before Paul decided to phase back into his human form and I had to move away. My eyes were glued onto his shifting body but I turned away when I saw his naked body slowly rising from the floor. I kept my eyes on the glowing moon and before I could say anything I was brought roughly into Paul shuddering arms. But I knew it wasn't because he was about to shift.

I had seen Paul cry a few times, all being because he was fearful for my wellbeing. All had been heartbreaking, and I'd figured that Paul was the type of guy only to cry when he was near the line of insanity. But the sobs that racked through his muscular body… was the worst I had seen him cry.

Paul said nothing as he held me, and even though it was stupid of me I found myself unable to wrap my arms around me. My arms laid limp at their side, and I knew if I hugged Paul back… that would mean I had forgiven him for almost killing me.

I read my share of romance stories and watched my share of romance movies. And I knew that whenever the guy stuffed up badly, the girl would always forgive him no matter how stupid the mistake. I knew what Paul had done wasn't intentional, but to know that all your boyfriend had to was flick his wrist to kill… wasn't exactly easy to erase.

It was strange though, I had been known for my amazing ability to forget things and move on.

But for some annoying reason, the fear and the pain of knowing that Paul could have been my death angel was…. Terrifying. Boyfriends were supposed to hold their girlfriends gently, and hold their hands when they walked to their date. Boyfriends weren't supposed to almost brake their girlfriends bones when hugging them.

And all together… boyfriends actually had to take their girlfriend on dates and kiss her properly when the dates over.

But Paul wasn't a normal boyfriend.

Normal…. Even though deep inside I knew there was no actual justification of normal in this world. But…I was sick and tired of everything in my life being… not normal.

And Paul couldn't give me normalcy.

I'd practically dug myself a grave, and all I could think of was that everything today had just been building up to this moment. The moment I would forever regret.

"Let me go." I whispered as I pushed against a sobbing Paul.

Paul looked down at me, shocked by my words but none the less listened to my command. Once his arms weren't around me, I immediately felt cold despite my abnormal warmth. I looked into Paul's tearful eyes and with a deep breath, I turned my back to him.

But he grabbed onto my arm pulling me toward him, and the look in his eyes made me feel unbearable sadness. "No words" Paul choked out as he squeezed my arm.

I immediately understood his words.

He was saying there were no words to say how repentant he felt.

Tears filled my eyes, not tears because of his regret, but tears because I knew it wasn't going to be enough to change my mind.

I pulled at his hand but he held onto me tight.

I had to get away from him, I had to be normal.

The thoughts in my head were insane, I had no idea what was normal and I knew so myself that I too was far from normal. I felt so selfish at this moment, my desire to protect myself was killing the one man I have ever loved. But I suppose it wasn't entirely selfish… because this was killing me too.

And besides, I knew my protection wasn't the only reason why I had decided to renounce him.

It was for his too.

"I never want to see you again Paul Maraz, don't call me, don't sneak around to see me. I don't even want you in my sight. Forget me and whatever I have been to you and I will do the same in return. This love we share will be erased, and never brought up again." I whispered harshly.

Fire burned under my skin as I mentally screamed at myself for hurting him.

But it had to be done, for the both of us.

Paul said nothing, he released my hand and it fell limp at his sides and his head hung low as he suddenly became unable to function. I tore my eyes away from him as I felt tears build up in my eyes. As I walked away he didn't try to call out for me or race after me.

Passing Emily, Sam and a somewhat knowing Leah as well as a worried Seth* I kept my resolve until I was out of sight.

And that's when I broke down, crumbling to my knees as I retched up bile.

Today… was not only a very bad day.

But today….

Was the day I died.

Now I know your probably throwing fruits and dogs at the screen but this is what we call life people!

Addison's character simply doesn't want her boyfriend to kill her, and she's trying to protect Paul from herself so she doesn't end up killing him.

But yes if I were you I'd defs be throwing my cat at the screen.

King Fatty Tyson- Meow? (yes I named my cat King Fatty Tyson, but we just call him Tyson most of the time.)

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*And see Seth was in the chapter… yea I'll mention him more in the next one if I can.