Two Sides Of The Same Coin
He saved me. Protected me, even after I abandoned him. Why?
Sky didn't have a chance to protest as Sylar carefully wrapped his arms around her trembling body and effortlessly lifted her, bridal-style against his muscular torso, his strong scent washing over the young woman, making her eyes flicker closed to better inhale his intoxicating masculine smell.
The young woman sighed, content to lay in the killer's reassuring arms as she remained desperately weak from her recent encounter with the power drainer. She could barely stand independently without the immanent danger of collapsing.
Sky discreetly looked up through her long lashes at the serial killer as he strode confidently down the alley, his gaze fixed on some invisible point and his eyebrows lowered in a serious frown indicating deep thought, his lips no longer twisted in a smirk, but instead a thin line of intense concentration. Instinctively deploying her considerable skill of people-reading, Sky quickly arrived at the conclusion that Sylar was probably equally mystified as to why he had chosen to save the young woman.
After a few moments, Sky forced herself to fully open her eyes and gently prodded Sylar's hard chest until he glanced down at her, his eyes dark and mysterious and the knowing smirk dancing secretively on his lips.
"How…how did you find me?" She asked Sylar's hot torso, incapable of raising her head due to the fatigue that still laid heavily on her weak muscles. Although her limbs were gradually regaining their lost energy, she was still too feeble to be able to hold any strenuous posture for a decent amount of time, much less attempt to walk.
Sylar paused for a moment to glance down at the defenceless young woman laying unresisting, in his strong arms. His black eyes cleared for a moment, a barely perceptible flicker of emotion sparking across the dark abysses before fading once more into blackness.
It would be so easy to kill her now. She was so weak. So vulnerable. Defenceless. As his thoughts strayed to the appealing thought of cutting a bloody laceration into her forehead, hearing her indignant screams of agony, Sylar cringed. The thought repulsed him. Why?
Surely he, of all people, was not developing a consciousness… no. Sylar shook his head slightly, as if to clear it. He just could not extinguish this fire of a woman when she was doused. He wanted a challenge. Sky would not be worth her while dead if she did not have the chance to fight back. No, that would be no fun at all.
Sylar turned his wandering, pensive gaze back to Sky, his dark, glittering eyes meeting her bright, inquiring ones. He raised a mocking eyebrow and cocked his head slightly as the trademark smirk sneaked back across his lips.
"Ohh… with so many abilities, all of them come in useful sometime." He answered dispassionately, his smirk growing wider at the mild expression of disgust that appeared on Sky's pale face.
The young woman averted her eyes and pretended not to feel the inevitable tingling down her spine as the killer stretched his arm to gently stroke her cheek, rubbing his forefinger in small circles across her skin until a light pink flush returned to her white face. She tilted her head slightly to cast a glance through the protective cage of his arms as the blaring, but comfortingly familiar sound of traffic reached her ears. The reassuring, bright white headlights welcomed the couple as they emerged from the sinister darkness of the alley behind them.
Sky glanced up inquiringly at Sylar, puzzled as he began to stride purposefully towards a powerful, midnight black motorbike parked next to the kerb which easily filled an entire parking space with its huge bulk.
Sylar momentarily propped Sky on his knee as he reached into his pocket to produce a silver key ring which he dangled with a twisted, dark grin, in front of Sky's awestruck face.
"How the heck did you…?" Sky began to ask, then quickly changed her mind as she noticed the proud glint in Sylar's dark eyes. "No, wait. I don't think I want to know the answer." He simply sent her a sinister wink and raised his dark eyebrows evocatively.
Sylar carefully leant Sky against the motorbike before laying his hand on the seat and easily mounting it with one elegant jump. Show off. Sky thought, rolling her eyes as she rested heavily against the bike's impeccably shiny, black paintwork.
The young woman jumped as the killer's arms unexpectedly, but tenderly wrapped themselves around her waist and carefully pulled her onto his lap so that she was sandwiched between Sylar's muscular body and the handlebars. A small frown crossed her face as he purposefully leant forward, teasingly tickling her exposed neck with his breath while reaching for the handlebars, forcibly pushing his body intimately against hers.
A small blush crossed Sky's face as she was forced to lean back onto the killer's strong torso due to the fatigue dominating her body. Sylar's smirk turned into a sadistic grin at her proximity, obviously being in control was a big turn-on for him.
"Ready?" He whispered into her ear, testing her as he swept her mane of golden hair to one side and laid a well-placed kiss on the soft exposed flesh, sending an uncontrollable shiver to tingle through Sky's body.
Without waiting for an answer, a devilish, satisfied smirk evident on his face, Sylar aggressively revved the motorbike's engine; producing a satisfying roar and causing a few dazed passersby to turn in alarm. Raising his eyebrows with a malicious expression at the on-lookers, Sylar touched Sky's waist reassuringly before kicking off from the kerb, leaving a cloud of choking, grey smoke in their wake.
Sky watched disinterestedly as the flashing, bright, city passed by in a collection of colourful blurs and whirring sounds. She relaxed back against Sylar's comforting chest, fitting perfectly into his immense shape before slowly letting her eyelids droop, falling into the dark world of dreams.
Minutes, then hours flew by as Sylar drove on the endless road, away from the glittering light of New York City out into the surrounding, densely populated clusters of houses. He wondered just how many people would have been killed if his nemesis, Peter had succeeded in going nuclear. It still stung his pride that Peter had turned out the 'special' one. That he had been stabbed by a silly little Japanese man. He was Sylar. He was better than all of them. He was special.
Sylar's gaze swept down to the sleeping woman on his lap before flicking back onto the road ahead of him. Another frown knitted his dark eyebrows into a line of focus as he battled the conflicting emotions within him.
Was he - the unstoppable serial killer, Sylar - going soft? Did he actually like this girl? No… Sylar didn't like people. He used them. The killer firmly tried to convince himself of this fact, repeating it in his mind like a mantra.
One of his hands unconsciously wandered from the handlebars to brush a few stray, golden hairs away from Sky's peaceful, sleeping face. An amused smirk twisted his lips as he noticed she had clasped the rough material of his shirt, balling it in her small hand while a slight smile was spread peacefully across her pink lips. The killer's hand strayed to Sky's small nose, gently stroking its soft texture before forcing his reluctant hand back onto the handlebars.
Sylar's hands clenched into tight fists, his knuckles showing white on the handlebars as his internal conflicts continued. He didn't like, and certainly didn't love, anyone. So why did he feel so protective of the young woman laid vulnerably against his chest?
The killer shut his eyes momentarily in an effort to clear his mind of the distracting, contradictive thoughts. He inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, reopening his eyes to find a mercifully straight, empty length of road stretching in front of him into the distance. A confident smirk returned to his lips and he revved the motorbike's growling engine, accelerating and easily surpassing the speed limit as the bike roared ferociously across the tarmac. Sylar threw his head back, exposing his face and neck to the biting wind as it tore savagely at his flesh. He simply laughed defiantly at the element, issuing a silent challenge as it rushed his senses. It was exhilarating. Nothing, and no one, was going to stand in his way. Not even Sky.
Sky stirred weakly, her back aching from the position she had maintained for hours, the comforting growl of the motorbike's engine had temporarily ceased to be replaced by the light pattering of rain. They had stopped.
The young woman shivered instinctively at the pleasant tingling sensation produced by rough fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of her trembling lips, before trailing teasingly down her chin, curiously sketching the shape of her exposed, pale throat then lightly brushing her prominent collarbones until the hand rested tenderly over her heart. An uncontrollable tremor ran through Sky's body at Sylar's gentle caresses. For a killer, he was impossibly gentle – when he wanted to be.
"I know you're awake Sky." The calm, mocking voice tickled her ear; a few stray blonde hairs were blown free to fall over Sky's eyes.
The young woman's eyes flickered open sleepily as the rough fingers grazed back up her throat to gently press against her pulse. She watched as the killer towered over her, the weak sunlight sending rays of gold fanning through his dark hair. Sky blinked, Sylar's coal black hair was striped with subtle streaks of a pleasant, honey brown, but she would never have noticed that in any other light.
Sylar smirked as he watched the young woman's eyes trace his features, a slight blush tingeing her cheeks a faint red; similar to the rose tint on the face of lush, summer apple. That was a good analogy for her, he decided.
Before he had chance to engage conscious thought, the killer found himself leaning closer to Sky, capturing her lips in an uncharacteristically gentle kiss. Moments later, he pulled away, satisfied that she was awake. He noticed the faint echo of disappointment in her eyes as his lips left hers, and smirked. There was no doubt that he had found her weakness.
Sky's green-hued eyes wandered up to meet Sylar's dark, glittering ones. He was smirking – again. No big surprise there. But there was another look veiled behind the smirk. A question. A need to know. He was searching for something that she, and only she had the answer to. What?
The killer lightly brushed Sky's pale neck with his lips before aligning them with her small ear, once again tickling the shorter golden hairs.
"You know… it would be so easy to kill you now… but why can't I do it? What is stopping me?" It was almost a rhetorical question; aimed at no one and everyone. But in the end, only he knew the answer.
Feeling his mounting frustration, Sky shifted awkwardly, glad to discover that her rest period had restored a considerable amount of her previous strength, enough to repel the killer anyway.
In response to her fidget, Sylar moved closer causing Sky's eyes to widen momentarily as he trapped her slight body against his powerful one, clasping her small hands in his own as he pinned her against the bike. He was in control. He was always in control. But why did he need to telling himself that?
Determined that the killer would see nothing of her fear, Sky stared fearlessly into his unfathomable eyes, knowing that the outcome of this competition was inevitable. He had her exactly where he wanted her. The prey frozen in the path of a predator. The gazelle trapped between a lion's inescapable claws. Yet she was by no extent powerless.
You're weak Gabriel. Sky heard the killer think, tilting her head fractionally to improve her reception of the thought-stream. Weak and a fool.
In that brief, almost imperceptible moment, Sky was sure the killer's eyes flickered to a lighter shade of brown akin to the delicate colour of fallen leaves in autumn. Although it may just have been a trick of the light, she was certain that she had caught a glimpse of the man behind the cold, ruthless, monstrous exterior. If there was such a thing.
He blinked quickly, a rare ghost of emotion sparked across his face, betraying something that he hid with utmost vigilance, before swiftly returning to its usual mask of composed indifference. God, how she hated it when he closed off like that. She watched with interest as her captor lowered his thick eyebrows into a dark frown, lines of consternation creasing his handsome face. Their eyes were joined by an invisible, unbroken thread, holding them together, but tearing the killer apart.
They looked, in unison, to the sky as droplets of cold, bitter liquid dropped onto their contrasting faces; Sky's expression of hope, confusion and curiosity, Sylar's mixed confliction of anger, passion and a hint of fear. He might be physically in control of the situation, but Sky had the mental upper hand.
A single drip of rain splashed onto the young woman's face, drawing the pair's eyes away from the sky, to her pale cheek. The shimmering droplet seemed to be a crystal tear, weaving a steady path down her face to cling desperately to her chin before falling onto Sylar's outstretched arm, which still restrained her smaller frame from movement.
Echoing the incomprehensible display of emotions beneath them, the heavens promptly opened to release their fury on the world beneath.
The merciless element pounded down on the two motionless figures as they remained frozen and unsure, barely breathing as the cascade of water pounded down on them, battering their clothes and hair while coating their exposed skin in a fine sheen of glistening liquid.
The intense contest of stares, the longing of the two to understand, was broken only as an involuntary shiver raked Sky's cold body. Although the killer appeared unaffected and unbothered by the extreme weather, the young woman was beginning to feel the effects of several tonnes of icy water emptying themselves on her head, coupled with the unpleasant feeling produced by rain when it drenches hair only to run a freezing trail down the back of ones neck.
Sylar stared down at the girl, his eyes lingering on her rain-soaked eyelashes which were coated in a fine film of glistening crystal liquid. Then they travelled down to appreciatively eye her pale wet form, trembling helplessly in the downpour.
She is beautiful. Maybe that is why. He thought, slowly lifting his hand, breaking the human cage to brush Sky's slick damp hair from her face before gently cupping her cheek. Maybe.
As if under a spell, unaware of any conscious or logical thought, Sky's eyes flicked between Sylar's soft lips, dark impenetrable eyes, black eyebrows twisted in a serious frown, and his coal-coloured hair slicked sexily across his forehead, clinging to his pale skin as the rain kissed his face.
Why of all people did she have to fall for him? A heartless killer. Was it because he was the only one to understand? Perhaps. Was it because, however much he tried to deny it, he was willing to protect her? One thing was for certain, although he was a killer with psychopathic tendencies, but he was a killer who cared. She was his to protect… and she had betrayed him.
As his muscular figure leaned closer to her, the young woman reached out a hand against his chest, gently propelling him away. She had to tell him the truth. She couldn't stand the lie any longer. It was wrong.
Opening her mouth to speak, Sky found them promptly encased by a comforting warmth, her body immediately warming against the rain as the killer pulled her closer, demonstrating his use as a human radiator. Sky jumped away from the embrace as the wind howled threateningly, like a demented wolf calling to the moon, followed by a resounding 'boom' as the clouds clashed and a streak of lightening lanced jaggedly across the black skies.
Ignoring her recoil, Sylar persisted, crashing his lips against hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth, forcing Sky to forget her previous thoughts as she was overthrown by the passionate gesture. The kiss continued, rain glistening in hair, dark and light, flashes of lightning reflecting in glittering eyes as thunder boomed like a heralding drum roll or the release of a fearsome war cannon.
The battle continued, the struggle for dominance. Lightning against Air. Ice against Fire. Sylar against Sky.
She pulled away, breathless, her chest heaving and her eyes wide as he kissed fervently down her neck, uncontrollable and powerful like an untameable, wild animal. She sighed in relief as he pulled away before lifting her chin with a single finger until her eyes were level with his. They sparkled with a deadly hunger which, Sky knew, had been the last thing many innocent people had seen before greeting their death. Nevertheless, she was not repulsed.
Sylar leaned closer, pulling her head to rest on his shoulder, her legs entwined around his slim waist, his lips caressing her ear before opening to deliver a whispered statement. He wondered for a moment what he was planning to say. 'I love you' would never pass Sylar's lips. So what could he say?
"You're mine." His voice sent chills down Sky's spine, in conjunction with those already caused by the heavy shower of rain. "Mine to kiss. Mine to caress. Mine to protect." Sylar's voice dropped an octave at the last declaration and he kissed Sky firmly on the lips, prolonging the moment for as long as possible.
Sky pulled away uneasily, her eyes dark with an unreadable worry. "Why?"
The monosyllable, the one question which was impossible to answer. Impossible to understand. He understood everything, but not that imploration. He did not know the answer. Why?
Sylar pulled her against his chest, enjoying the feeling of the young woman's slight form trembling against him. He rested his chin carefully on her drenched hair which had taken on a darker, almost chestnut colouring as the beads of water glittered like miniature diamonds between the strands. He felt her relax against him. So easy.
"Because you're the only one to show a monster compassion. To accept me for what I am. To understand me." He paused as Sky inhaled sharply and the rain drummed mercilessly against their joined forms. "Because I am Sylar."
Sky bit down hard on her lip, pulling back slightly and diverting her gaze to the ground. Sylar momentarily wondered if he had done something wrong – no… she was wrong, not him. Cautiously, she began to work free of his embrace, gently lifting his arms from her waist and attempting to remove her legs from his middle. But he was Sylar. He was in charge. He swiftly pulled her thighs back to his waist and tilted Sky's face until she looked directly into his dark eyes. His eyelashes were coated with a fine film of raindrops, making them appear longer than usual. Beautiful. She thought.
"What?" The killer asked quietly, effortlessly holding her gaze as he raised a dignified eyebrow in query.
"Whatever I say next, please remember that you mean a lot… you mean the world to me. Everything you said, I say back." Sky paused as Sylar watched her closely, analysing her expression for any betrayal of the secret she was withholding. He was unsure whether the sparkling droplets running glistening trails down her cheeks were tears or rain. "I…I love you… but –"
Sylar reciprocated with a passionate, hefty kiss, holding her so close to his strong torso that she struggled to draw breath. Apparently he had not been loved in a long time. It saddened her even more. She hated herself.
She enjoyed the sweet taste of him for only brief seconds before firmly pushing him away, her eyes pleading with him to stop. It hurt too much.
"Please don't make this any more difficult." She begged, her breath catching in a sob before she managed to compose herself. Glancing up, she saw that Sylar's eyes had become dark and serious, a hint of worry glittering in their depths as he stared down at her. "Before I came here, I went to the Company." He continued to watch her, his face unreadable and emotionless. "I was scared, terrified, that you would kill so many others…"
Sylar shook his head. "You're lying." He did not want to believe it. The only one he had trusted with a part of himself… she was just like the others…
He glanced down into her sincere, sad eyes, not wanting to believe the truth.
"You're right, as always." Sky sighed, unsure whether to gaze at Sylar or the ground, the ground being the more preferable option. "I did it because I was scared you would kill me – I was selfish. So I told them…" She said with a flat, detachedly emotionless voice before trailing off and biting her lip. Sylar shook her roughly, determined to hear the truth before inevitably attempting to kill her. "I told them that you were alive…"
A silence fell between them. A barrier, almost visible with the tension between the two. Disbelieving, Sylar pulled her face until it was only centimetres from his. He wanted to know if it was true. But it could not be… could it?
"You too." He growled bitterly, his eyes growing cold and hard and his body tensing for the fight ahead.
Sky only expected what was coming as Sylar raised his arm and invisible fingers closed around her throat, closing briefly on her oesophagus before releasing and throwing her carelessly across the rain-splattered countryside.
Agilely pulling herself to her feet, Sky faced Sylar's immense form as he strode closer, his long strides equalling two of her own. The killer's black coat flapped around him menacingly, billowing mysteriously around his lean form before lightning lit the sky, revealing his expression of true, terrible anger.
He paused for a moment, cocking his head slightly, his anger dissipating and the sheer excitement of hunting returning as he heard the familiar increase in heartbeat, pounding like a drum as he leisurely drew closer, holding his prey in place. He smirked; every separate beat sounded like a rumble of thunder, every sharp breath a gale of trepidation. He loved this. He loved to sense their fear. Smell their sweat of sheer terror. Watch their eyes fade as he took everything he needed from their feeble, frail bodies. But Sky…Sky was different. She was feisty. Full of fight and so much more fun than his other – defenceless – victims. A challenge. She was his alone. His special Sky.
But why was it so hard to kill her?
The young woman, breathless and held, paralysed, by the invisible arms of Sylar's telekinesis shook her head slowly, maintaining eye contact with the killer as he circled her pensively, black coat flapping eerily around him as his eyes scanned her like a lion would its prey. Watching. Testing. Calculating… before the final strike.
"Gabriel. Don't do this. You don't want to do this." Sky told him firmly, meeting his hate filled eyes with hers.
He did not want to do this? Who was she to tell him what he wanted? A stupid, arrogant woman whom he had so foolishly lowered his barriers for. A part of him was still vulnerable, susceptible to her subtle charms. A part of him that would be permanently destroyed once he had killed Sky and taken her ability, once and for all.
Sylar stopped circling, watching his victim's expression as he tightened his grip on her body. Sky did not respond, her face not betraying any of the physical, or emotional pain she felt as she looked the killer straight in the eye.
Taking a step forward, Sylar raised his eyebrows, a familiar gleam in his eyes that chilled Sky. The gleam of steel decisiveness, merciless precision, the gleam of the Hunger. Of murder.
His grip on her throat tightened. He wanted a reaction.
"Gabriel…" Sky whispered in a quiet warning, her voice harsh and hoarse. She did not want to fight this man, but he really wasn't leaving her with much choice.
Another step. Sky moved her hand a fraction of an inch until her palm faced Sylar's direction as he watched her in a sinister silence. She uttered a silent prayer to a god she had no belief in.
Before the killer had an opportunity to realise what was happening, a large blue sphere of lightning appeared like a spinning, miniature electric planet in Sky's hand then shot directly towards Sylar's towering, black form. The impact of the lightning ball threw the killer over fifteen feet backwards, stunning him.
The killer scowled as he picked himself up, his body tingling with static and twinging with every raindrop that fell on his burning skin. It hurt.
She had not had that ability last time they had fought though. I guess it's just another one I need to take. He thought with a smirk as he brushed his crackling sleeves with a scorched hand. That ability stings like one hell of a bitch…
Sky watched warily as the killer brushed himself off, a few blue sparks jumping off his clothes and dissipating into the stormy air. Waiting for him to recover was a mistake, she discovered quickly as Sylar lifted a finger and effortlessly slammed Sky to the ground, making her land with a resulting splash in a large puddle. Dirtied and soaked to the skin, the killer pinned Sky to the messy ground, specifically taking care to be sure she could not shut her eyes to switch abilities.
Sylar's eyebrows raised in momentary surprise before he was hurled across the soggy landscape by Sky's reciprocating force. Ragged plants and gnarled trees flew past as dingy green blurs while she watched on with a dark expression on her face. She had certainly mastered her ability to switch powers now, he confirmed darkly.
The killer groaned inaudibly as his back slammed against a young sapling, snapping it in two as it abruptly halted his flight across the landscape. Rubbing his injury, Sylar slowly drew himself up, closely avoiding impaling his foot on one of the stray, sharp fragments of wood on the ground by his feet.
Glaring at his companion-turned-nemesis, Sylar pulled off his coat, which was in shreds before also discarding his ripped shirt which resembled a few strips of thin black material hanging from his shoulders.
The killer straightened himself up, emitting a cold aura which somehow froze the raindrops before they contacted his skin. They dropped to the ground with quiet 'plinks' as the lightning flashed behind him, illuminating the scene dramatically.
Sylar stood, bare-chested and bold, defying the elements as they poured down on him. He was somehow picturesque. Inhuman. His dark eyes shadowed by thick eyebrows. His strong jaw set aggressively. His black hair slicked carelessly across his forehead, framing his ruggedly handsome face. Then his torso, glittering with a rippling sheen of rain which continued to drip from his muscular form, even as the air froze around him. He was beautiful. Beautiful and deadly. Sky concluded.
Unexpectedly, the fragments of the sapling Sylar had smashed only moments ago, launched themselves like deadly torpedoes across the stretch of land between them, twirling through the air in an impressive, but lethal formation.
Sky instantly raised her hand to defend herself the sharp fragments, swiftly pausing them in midair before dropping them to the ground with an inaudible clatter. She wanted peace. She did not want to fight him.
Snarling with rage, Sylar glared at her then used his telekinesis to aim the frozen raindrops orbiting his body at the young woman. They spun like tiny diamond daggers, propelled by an unimaginable force as they hurtled towards her. She lifted her arm over her face defensively, realising that she had been too slow to act.
Sky winced as the glass-sharp crystal droplets pierced her skin, embedding themselves in her arm. Scarlet blood spewed in all directions, trickling down her arm, sprayed onto her face and into her drenched hair.
Sylar laughed. Cruelly. He was enjoying this.
Sky bit her lip. There was no time to remove each separate dagger-like missile from her arm now and she could not heal without doing so, she would just have to cope with the pain as it trickled, red-hot and burning from her injured arm. Holding her damaged limb firmly against her body, Sky lifted her head, ready for whatever Sylar was going to throw at her next.
He smirked. She never failed to impress him with her persistence. Oh well… The killer's twisted expression grew yet more horrific as he easily uprooted a nearby tree with his telekinesis, pulling it to his hand before physically hurling it like a javelin towards the injured Sky.
The rain poured like tears from the heavens as Sky cried out as she raised her arms to the skies. A call for some divine assistance. What she received was most unexpected.
The skies lit up, gathering together as they joined with a massive boom of thunder. Sky and Sylar froze in shock as the heavens split and a jet of furious lightning lanced down as if Zeus himself had thrown it, zigzagging through the air until it exploded with a loud bang on the flying tree, halting its progress and causing it to burst into a display of fearsome flames. The fire licked hungrily at the tree; a red, orange and yellow barrier between the two opponents. Separating them and joining them in equal measure.
Drawing their gazes from the skies and its miraculous sprouting of lightning, Sky and Sylar met gazes. This was it. Last to react lost.
They both lifted their hands at the same time, both desperately trying to propel the flaming missile towards the other. It hung, suspended between the two fighters casting eerie shadows on their faces as they frowned, concentrating on the battle of power between them.
A few moments later, both sides were thrown backwards by the power of each others telekinesis, the tree however cart wheeled up into the sky like some strange, deformed angel of fire. Beautiful and lethal as Sky watched it in fascination.
Taking the young woman's momentary distraction to his advantage, Sylar did not hesitate to lift his arm once more, a smirk twisting his face as he pinned the unsuspecting Sky to the wet tarmac road.
She would not win this time. He knew what made her tick. Now he would make her stop. Forever.
Really sorry about the cliff hanger, but I couldn't find a good enough place to end, and this seemed as good as any… besides *evil chuckle* if it gets me reviews then I might not do it again… heh.
Anyway, this originally was meant to be the last chapter, turns out there's a lot more for me to write than I thought… but it's all good!
So, please tell me what you think of my attempt at improving my writing style, personally I think it's better… but I'm not sure. What do you think?
Thanks for reading, please review,
~ TheMastersDaughter