Esmeralda spent all day Saturday at home getting ready for that night. The events that had happened the night before felt like it was a dream or a distant memory. She kept staring at the clock until nighttime came. When the time came, she grabbed her knife and left. She's passed by the Valley Motel before and was familiar with places like that. It was one of those filthy run down places filled with whores and perverts. You never knew who was truly sane and who wasn't. So she grabbed her knife just incase she ran into some creep like the one at Victor's house, and left.

Phillip was no stranger to the Valley Motel. Ever since jr. high he's been bringing girls there. He always parked his car a few blocks away because, as mentioned before, you never know what kind of people are hanging around there. As he was making his way from his car to the motel, he felt a cold hand fall upon his shoulder. He turned around to see a tall man wearing a black cloak that covered his face entirely. "Can I help you?" Phillip asked.

"Go and meet your lady at your own risk," the figure said in a low, breathy voice.

Phillip had a look of confusion upon his face. "Okay?"

"Listen to me young man," the shadow said. "If you go, then you will die tonight."

There was another small silence. Phillip maintained that stupid look. "Are you my conscious haunting me because I'm cheating on my girlfriend?"

"This has nothing to do with your precious girlfriend. I am the angel of death. And I am warning you that you will die tonight if you step foot in that motel."

Phillip went from dumb-founded to creeped out. "Yeah… Sure…" he said slowly backing away.

"If you wish not to heed my warning, then it is you who will suffer! If you wish to die, then continue to walk away! But mark my words, this isn't the last you've seen of me!" And at those words Phillip ran off.

Phillip arrived at the motel looking for Esmeralda. He finally spotted her when he heard her screaming. Some dirty man in his late twenties was grabbing her, and she was kicking and screaming, trying to get out of his grasp. "What is it with men attacking her?" he asked himself. Although he liked playing the hero and rescuing her. But given the right opportunity, he would like to be the attacker too.

"Let me go, you jackass!" Esmeralda shouted.

"Ooh, I like them fiery!" the man harshly whispered to her ear.

She pulled out her knife from her belt and held the tip to his neck. "Let me go now, or else I will kill you," she threatened.

Phillip finally approached the two of them. "Hey dirt-bag, you're messing with my girl!" he shouted.

He grabbed the knife from Esmeralda and inched it close enough so that one small move of the neck or head could kill the man. He let go of Esmeralda and pushed her to Phillip. "You want your girl? Take her!" And he walked away.

"So how did you get messed up with that guy?" Phillip asked with his arm around Esmeralda on their way to their room.

"Honestly, I was looking for you when he appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me. Actually, it was like a minute before you showed up."

"This is the second time this week."

"I'm used to it. I've had rape attempts since I was living in France."

"But didn't you move to the U.S. when you were only 5?" She nodded. "Wow. And this is the second time this week."

They finally reached their room. "Did you really mean what you said back there?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you said that I was 'your girl.' Did you really mean it?"

"Why of course, Esmeralda. You are my girl." Phillip closed the door. "Sit down. You don't have to be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," she said sitting on the bed.

"So what do you want to do?" he asked sitting down beside her, taking off his jacket.

"Whatever you want."

He leaned over and started to take off her jacket. "I have an idea of what to do."

Esmeralda's heart started beating slowly. "What are you saying?"

Phillip leaned closer to Esmeralda. "Esmeralda, you know I'm attracted to you, right?"

She nodded her head slowly. "Oh Phillip," she said, fighting back tears, "I love you!"

"Then let us declare our love for each other. We'll make it official. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Esmeralda took her knife out and put it on the floor. Phillip lay down next to her. Esmeralda opened her eyes to find a tall mysterious-looking shadow holding her knife above them and screamed. But before Phillip could turn around, the knife was stabbed into his back. He fell to the ground, along with the blood-tipped knife. She looked up again to see the shadow, but it was gone. She fell on her knees beside him, crying. As she was crying, the sound of sirens was heard outside.

Suddenly the police burst in the room and handcuffed Esmeralda. She kept screaming out Phillip's name, even though she knew he wouldn't be able to save her this time. She was shoved into the back of a police car, while Phillip's body was being carried away on a stretcher in an ambulance. They finally arrived to the police station, where Esmeralda was thrown behind bars.