-1I can't believe I've actually gotten this far. I thought I would get bored and leave it. All the reviews have inspired me though, and have encouraged me to keep going. I have a new reviewer who is very good friend of mine. She's still to upload any of her stuff, but she will soon so keep an eye out for her. Be nice to her as all have you have done for me. Thanks. This chapter will be written from Sarah's POV, I think it adds more effect and emotion to the situation.

I have a feeling Garfield is going to tell her. Actually I know he will. He can't keep a lot of secrets and knowing Raven, she'll find a way to get it out of him eventually. I hate having to this. I never know when it's going to happen. Just because I'm born (created) a witch, it doesn't mean I know about all the things that happen to my body. I have to live my life and find out for myself. My life. What would Garfield think if he knew the whole truth. He only knows one part of what I'm doing tonight. He would be ashamed of me and most likely want to kill me. I'm trying to hang to this small piece of me, the part that might be innocent. I pray I still have some of it. Tonight it will fade away that tiny bit more, so I pray I still have some of it after tonight. I don't want to be impure. Even if it's just a dim spark, it will be more than enough. It's all I want.

I move myself through the air, looking. It's not long till I find it, well, more like him. I don't know how I know him, but I know everything about him. His name is Mark Rouger. Thirty five years old, works in an office all day, has a poor social life and likes to rape women. At least it's a loner this time. Last time I did this to a family man: he did bad things but for good intensions. I wouldn't of had to do it if he didn't get carried away with himself. He killed to many people to get what he wanted. If he just killed the one's he had to then…..then he would still….still…

Mark's on the move. I float three feet above him. He only can see me as the wind I am. He hides in one of the alley ways. He waits. He is very patient. He doesn't move for a full hour. It's really late now, but he knows someone who will be out at this time. Amanda Jenkins. He's been following her for a few days and nights: learning her walk routes, what time she went and came back from work and other small but obsessive things. I continue to float above him. I hate doing this, but I am thankful my body chooses these kind of people. I only wish my body picked him earlier. He has done this before. Three times to be more precise. I can see the images in my head as clear as his own thoughts. I can hear the screams even though I try what I can to block them out. I'm seeing his mind and I'm hearing what he is thinking: his accomplishments he likes to call them. Sick.

Amanda is close to the alley now. I'm glad I will be able to save her. She's pulled in by the arm and slammed against the brick wall. Mark punches her throat to stop her from screaming. He kisses her. He bites her. She thrashes, but he's too strong. He throws her to the ground, hard. I hear her arm snap, this he intended, so he would have enough time to watch and pull his trousers down. Now, I make my move. I solidify behind him. I'm too quiet for him to notice. I quickly cover his mouth with my left hand and before he even has the chance to struggle, I take my other hand and gash my finger nails across his throat.

I ask Amanda not to tell anyone about this. I tell her she will be safe and that she got off easy. I think she was too terrified to answer me, but I could see it in her eyes that she wouldn't tell. Why would she? She was nearly raped and the guy got what he deserved. She was safe and so would be the victims of any of his future rapes. I guide her away from the twitching body. There's a phone box near by she can use to call for help. She'll be safe, my body tells me so. I need to get to work now.

I drag Mark to the end of the alley, nothing here but a few rubbish cans, perfect. I'm sure he's dead now. If he isn't I don't care, he deserves all this. I pull my bag over from where I hid it earlier and take out six, clear glass jars. I take my most hated object-my knife-and start to work on cutting him up. One swift slice from the top of the chest down to stomach and he split open as easily as a banana. I still couldn't believe how skilful I was at this. I knew exactly where the blood would spatter. I knew how long it would take for him to bleed out enough for him to be near empty. After that was done I moved more quickly. This doesn't have to be clean job, it only has to be done. I take his liver. His kidneys. His heart. And put them all in separate jars. This part I hate the most, I gouged his eyeballs out with my bare fingers. What sickens me more is that I barely react to this; I don't throw up, I don't cry, my breathing doesn't even quicken. This is why I feel so impure. No pure person could do this and not even shed a tear.

My hands are literally a bloody mess. The smell is foul, but still my stomach refused to heave. I wish more than ever at these times that I could sleep. At least then I could return home and sleep all these worries away for just few hours. I wouldn't have to worry about nightmares, my body doesn't do that to me. It lets me live with the guilt and grief for five years until it lets me sleep, then I can find peace, I can dream. Until I wake up again.

I'd decided to walk. It was a warm night so I decided to try and make the best of it. (like that made a difference) When I got back I flew up to my window. Thankfully Garfield and Raven are gone now. I don't want to deal with this tonight. I know it will happen eventually. Garfield knows that I kill people when my body tells me to but he doesn't know I keep the parts of who I kill. That's not the worst part though. I stack the new jars on the dark side of my room, the part no one can see. I put a spell on that bit so even with the strongest light shining directly at it, it still couldn't be seen. All the jars are on their shelves, except one. My body tells me I have to do this tonight. If I don't it will make me pay, either by hurting me till I give in or by hurting someone else till I comply. I sit under the window with the jar that holds the heart. I unscrew it and hold the bleeding lump in my hand. It looked like an apple from how I held it. I tried to picture it as that. It wouldn't matter. The taste couldn't be disguised. I start to shake, the first real sign that I'm not gone. Sometimes my body will not let me suffer this torment, sometimes it will shut my senses off so I do not have to suffer, but tonight it decided to let me go through it again. I bit down. I chewed. I cried. I'm glad I can cry, it proves I hate this. It proves there might just be a fraction of my innocence left. I bite. I chew. I cry.

END POV

"You poor thing" Sarah jumped from the floor to her feet. She didn't drop the heart though. She clutched it next to her own pounding chest. She never saw this coming. She never thought it would happen. Why didn't the world just suck her back in and finish her now. Why? She screamed in her mind. Why! She turned around and crouched low to the floor, hoping she would just disappear.

"Don't look at me Slade!"

"Sarah it's.."

"DON'T LOOK AT ME!" She dropped the heart to the floor and crouched even lower; hands covering the top of her head, legs pulled up to her chest and crying . Crying with shame that she had been seen.

Slade couldn't bare the sight. This was a strong, confident and powerful women who was begging. Begging! He had to get her to stop crying. She was getting louder and would wake the other soon and they would see her in this state. They would immediately assume him and attack. Sarah heard him move, but not away. He was in front of her.

"Look at me Sarah" Sarah just continued to weep into the floor and shake all over. "Look at me!"

She shot her head up. It wasn't an occurring thing that she was shouted at. Slade struggled not to wiped her soaked face or dry her reddening eyes. Instead he held the heart in front of her and stared straight at her.

"It's ok. I know why you do this. It does not disgust me in anyway. It actually astounds me that someone as innocent as you will go through so much to keep peace in such a cruel world"

"B…but….I eat.."

" I know and I don't care. Anyone can gut a body, but it takes guts to do this to save others" Sarah 's shaking lessened slightly. Was he telling the truth? Did he really not find her repulsive for doing this?

"You…said...I am …innocent" Slade cupped her chin and pulled hr face close to his.

"Why would that surprise you? You have seen so much evil in your life and yet you're still a wonderful person who cares for all living things who deserve that care. If that isn't innocence then I don't know what is" Slade still held out the heart in front of her. Sarah then smacked it away.

"My body tells me I don't need it right now" her voice concerned Slade so much. She concerned him.

"Why must you be a slave to your own body? Is there no way to unburden yourself?" Sarah looked away from him.

"One way" She said that so softly as if embarrassed to tell him this.

"What?"

"My body demands…physical attention"

"You mean….sex" Sarah nodded. Fresh tears were starting to spill. This time Slade wiped them away and caressed her cheek with his thumb. She then heard a loud noise on the floor. Metal. When she turned her head Slade had pulled her face to his and pushed his lips on to hers. Slade breathed in deeply through his nostrils. He wanted to keep going, but he heard something over his breathing, her sobs. Slade pulled away quickly and found she was crying again.

"I'm sorry. I should have…"

"It's not you Slade" She said in between cries. "It's my body. It…it wont…accept you" Slade couldn't understand it. Her body wouldn't accept him? Did that mean he wasn't good enough for her?

"My body can't have sex….with just anyone. It will only accept a certain person. Believe me, if I could Slade I would. But I can't"

"Is that why you've only had sex once? I know I shouldn't have listening, but I heard you tell Robin."

"Actually, I forced my body that time. Only, it didn't do much. I can't feel what my body won't allow. My body didn't want me to have sex with this person so it took away any kind of pleasure I would have had. I felt nothing. I can't feel you. I feel numb." Slade pulled her in again. This time he held her close him. Wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry into his chest.

"I'll protect you" he said suddenly. Sarah looked at him questionably. "Your body wont accept me because I have done nothing to deserve you. I'll prove myself Sarah. I know I can. When ever you need to do this again, I'll do it for you. You'll no longer be plagued by the memories. That wont be enough but I know I can do more. I'll do what ever I can till your body accepts me. I promise"

Slade could see more tears forming, only these were tears of delight. The thought that Slade would do and give up so much just for the small chance that he could be with her. Her eyes lit up. She smiled again. Lightly, but still a smile. Slade helped her stand up. They stood together and just stared, relishing this beautiful moment between them. Little did they know that someone else heard everything. On the other side of the door, someone decided not to leave. Someone decided to wait for Sarah to return.

No. Sarah. Don't listen to him! He's lying. He'll do to you what he did to Terra. I won't let him take you away. I Wont! Beastboy burst through the door in his tiger form and lunged for the man he hated so much. Slade reacted quickly. He threw Sarah to the ground and grabbed for Beastboy just before he landed on him. They struggled for dominance. Beastboy morphed into bear form. The pair were thrashing all over the room until they came to the window. Beastboy managed to swing Slade around, he threw all his weight behind himself and broke through the wall. Sarah screamed as they fell. Even as he fell to the ground, the fact that if he didn't morph into something flying soon he would die, he still noticed how it wasn't his name she screamed. It was Slade's.

I love this chapter. I would have finished this earlier but I got talking to my friends on msn and they kept distracting me. M back really hurts now. Can't wait to start the next chapter. Please review.