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EPOV

"Can you feel him?" Rosalie asked, her voice hushed and awed as we walked through the quickly darkening streets.

"Feel him? No, the only thing I feel is annoyance that I'm tromping through this dirty city with you," I laughed humorlessly.

"You do realize that I could snap your neck with ease if I wanted to. I have the power to squish you like a bug," she growled, twisting her fingers together so they cracked and popped.

"Do it," I taunted, already over the threats and drama. "I don't want to be here. He threatened me…that's the only reason I'm doing this."

"I can't believe that you refuse to accept your role. You are the Anti-Christ. You must wield your power to free the wrongfully accused from their fiery prison!" she shouted, pounding her fist in the air.

"Wrongfully accused? You're trying to tell me that Stalin and Hitler were innocent? That people like Mao Zedong and Jack the Ripper were just in the wrong place at the wrong time? I'm seriously thinking that you all are nuts. I've had the unfortunate pleasure of actually speaking with these people. They are just…horrible! They deserve to be there and I'm thinking that you would fit in quite nicely."

I'm up against the rough brick wall before I'm even conscious of moving.

Rosalie's arm is pressed against my throat, ceasing the flow of air to my lungs.

In short…she's killing me.

"You think this is a game? I have spent the last 200 years preparing for this fight in the hopes that I might get free one day. Do you know my crime? What I did that was so terrible that His Lord and Savior sent me down to Hell? I was raped and after I recovered, I hunted down the man that did it and I killed him. That is what earned me my ticket to eternal damnation. I was owed retribution for what he did to me. An eye for an eye and all that. I mean, God spelled it out in that damn book of His, yet when someone tries to do it, He condemns them. You have to help other people like me get their freedom," she snarled in my face, oblivious to the fact that my mouth was moving like a fish, desperately trying to get oxygen to my slowly dying tissues.

She let go and I dropped to the ground, gasping and coughing.

Some Anti-Christ I am, letting a girl nearly kill me.

"So…get off your ass and help me. Or I'm telling on you."

I love me some Rose...

Tomorrow...