A/N: Sorry I took so long. I needed a vacation and got one. I've been stressed lately. Here's the next chappie!

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Italic- Thoughts

Pure Angel of Darkness

Truth

…Summoning all her courage, she opened the door.

"We finally meet."

Silence. That was all she could describe. Cold, dead, suffocating silence. Time had frozen all that remained were the two of them. One staring at the other, one not daring to move, let alone breathe. Emerald eyes scanned the tall man before her. His hair was long, just like in her dream, about to his knees, some bangs covered his face. It was crimson like blood mixed with fire. His skin was pale like porcelain. He wore black dress pants with a matching trench coat with black shoes. He wore no shirt underneath, so the little bird could indeed make out the strong muscular chest and body that stood hidden from her sight. His face had sharp features- cold and expressionless- but his eyes…were what really caught her attention. His icy-crystal blue eyes that bore right into her own emerald ones. She felt herself shiver under his gaze, as if he was reading her soul and mind.

"Who are you?" she breathed.

"Scythe," he stated simply.

She shivered at the name. It suited him- cold and sharp like a blade. Tall, lean, and strong like the handle. Suddenly, the little bird found herself enraged…it was him! He was the one.

She growled. "You're the killer aren't you? You're the one whose been haunting me in my dreams?!"

Without letting him answer, she skillfully slipped on her glasses and took aim at him. Scorching flames engulfed him only to disperse at the last second.

"Yes, it was me."

Growling, she uttered another spell, which as the last dispersed at the last second.

It didn't work.

Shaking off her shock, Robin charged uttering anyone of her many spells. Flames danced around her form, circling her arms. Aiming at her target, she tired to hit him, only to hit the ground. She frantically searched for Scythe; it was as if he'd vanish into thin air.

Where is he? He was just there.

A tingling sensation ran up the back of her spine. She swiftly turned around to stare face to face with the red haired man.

"Why did you do it? What are you after?"

Another spell, which he skillful dodged. She watched as he moved. It was as if he were dancing; his movements swift and delicate as water. She was indeed astonished by this, in contrast to his looks. However, he was nothing to praise over.

"The killings were merely a distraction to get to you."

The little bird scoffed. "I don't know whether to be flattered or appalled."

Suddenly, he disappeared. Robin kept her guard up.

I have to stay calm. So I can feel his presence.

Before she felt him again, he appeared right in front of her. Stunned by his abrupt appearance, the young craft user jumped back. The cold man named 'Scythe' matched her step per step. Without warning, he grasped her wrist in one fluid motion and trapped her against the wall. Her breathing was shallow, she didn't even know if she was breathing at all. Her beating heart ran through her ears, she felt cold and numb all over staring into his hypnotic icy-blue eyes. Time felt as though it froze over, only the said two remained.

"What do want from me? What do you want?" she breathed barely above a whisper.

The man with the flaming red hair leaned in; she could feel his warm, yet cold breath on her lips.

"You."

A/N: Please Review! I need at least two to keep me goin'.