Chapter 7

"But who is your mortal enemy?" I questioned.

"One who dwells within this school. I shall destroy him!" His eyes blazed with an unconquerable passion that rushed through the halls of the fearful school.

"No! Do you need to solve everything with violence?" I inquired painfully, tears flowing in my eyelids.

"You do not understand," said Sephiroth beautifully. "This mortal foe is my mortal foe because he is also the mortal foe of you! He wants you for himself, so I will defend you!"
"But what about Jacob?" I gasped.

"The shame crushes me," said Sephiroth, running his hands through his hair of perfection.

"But…Jacob loved me!"
"Sarah—I love you! This is why I came to your school!" The image of his samurai katana held in his firm hand allured me and sent a quiver of desire pulsing through the base of my trembling hands. It was six feet long, almost as tall as him, almost as tall as his majestic, sweeping height.

And then, a lone figure tackled him to the ground. "RUN, Sarah!" screamed the angelic vision. I looked back and saw two figures locked in fierce combat, roaring with bloodlust and refinement. And then someone picked me up and ran with me, stuffing me in the cold, dark trunk of a car. My heart beat as fast as the vibration of the wheels and the roof, and I heard the soft, malevolent laughter of a salacious voice, whispering tidings of grim doom and hardship. I was so terrifed with soft waves of terror washing all over my terrified visage.