"Ella, you don't know what you're saying" Mitchell shook his head.

"John, I mean it" Fiorella told him with determination vibrating throughout her voice.

"Fio, please…" Mitchell tried to reason.

Fiorella threw up her hands and let out a sound of disgust. She bent down and placed on her boots as Mitchell stood by watching her. Fiorella didn't know if this was going to be the end of their relationship but it mind as well be. She was nothing but tired with all of the lies and fights and couldn't go through with it again.

She picked up her purse and walked past Mitchell and down the hallway. Fiorella tried her best to fight the tears that wanted to leak out onto her cheeks. She wanted Mitchell to call for her, hug her, and beg her to come right back. Instead, she walked over to the door and placed her hand on the cold knob.

Mitchell's feet pounded down the hall, "Don't walk away from me"

"Is that really all you have to say?"

"I wasn't finished"

"You just gave me your answer, John" Fiorella turned around to him. "You don't want me in your life. You even suggested before on breaking up"

Mitchell opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out at first. Maybe he should let her go. She would be much safer and would have a normal life without him. In about a year or so she would've forgotten all about him.

"There's my answer again" Fiorella said softly.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you" Mitchell said.

"What…" Fiorella chuckled. "Try me. Cause I've been through a lot. Mostly in the recent events it was because of you"

"You would think I'm crazy, Fee" Mitchell responded.

"Please, John" Fiorella rolled her eyes. "I'm tired of this. You clearly hate fighting to the point that you want to break up. Then you switch it around and don't want me to leave. So tell me what you want"

"You know I want you in my life" Mitchell took a step toward her.

That was his only mistake, once he took a step forward his head started to spin out of control. Fiorella was so angry that her heart was pumping fresh blood all around her body. The sound instantly made his mouth water as he thought of the taste of it. Mitchell turned his head away and tried to think of anything else besides her blood.

"That's not enough!" Fiorella snapped.

"You're angry, Fee" Mitchell responded.

Fiorella couldn't believe at what he had just said. Of course she was angry! Did he think that this was only a walk in the park for her? Just the comment had made Fiorella more pissed off at him.

Mitchell shuddered slightly as he stood his ground, wanting to release his fangs out. When was the last time he fed? No… he couldn't think about that. He needed to get Fiorella out of here as fast as he could.

"No shit, Mitchell!" Fiorella yelled out. "I'm sick and tired of this"

"You should leave" Mitchell said in a low voice.

"Not until you tell me your official answer, Mitchell" Fiorella took a step toward him.

"Get away from me" Mitchell snapped.

"Don't talk to me like that" Fiorella snapped back.

"You don't know…" Mitchell said.

Fiorella was so angry that she picked up her hand and smacked Mitchell across the face, "You're nothing but a monster, Mitchell"

"You have no idea" Mitchell's eyes went back as night as his fangs came out, Fiorella's eyes went wide before Mitchell pulled her head to the side and bit into her throat.

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