This is a short chapter from Lluvia's POV, next chapter will be Mac's POV. I think I'm stalling. I don't want to finish this part because after this story I have to tell the one where Mac dies and I don't want Mac to die.

Chapter 6

It took her a while to figure out what was happening. She'd been smiling as she opened the pretty box, Mac was happy that meant whatever had been up with him last night and this morning was ok now, she was relieved. Mac was excited and almost boyish, it wasn't something she was used to seeing. She got the wrapping paper off and opened the lid of the white box she'd uncovered. She was confused for a moment, Mac was saying something but she didn't quite catch it, there was a misshapen marble inside the box on a bed of cotton fluff. "It's Marc's, he's sorry" Marc what Marc? Her ex? Why would he give her an ugly marble? She shook the box and noticed the marble had threads attached to it, she wrinkled her brow in confusion. What is that? Then like an anvil falling on her chest the rest of Mac's words hit her "He's dead!" This wasn't a marble this was Marc, a piece of Marc. Mac had given her Marc's eyeball. He killed him! Mac killed Marc and gave me his eye as a present! She didn't realize she'd started screaming until she looked up at Mac, his face transformed from excitement to sadness.

She started shaking, Mac her husband was a coldblooded murderer, not only that he was sadistic. She tried not to scream, Mac wouldn't like her screaming. She could hear her high pitched hysterics and panicked even more. Mac was staring at her.

"Stop Lluvia, calm down." He gave her a hard glare.

Oh God! she willed herself to stop screaming Mac's getting angry. She had stood up and was backing away from him, What are you doing? Mac will catch you if he wants to, he always gets what he wants. Her feet didn't listen she kept backing away, eyes wide with fear. He was going to be so angry, she'd promised never to leave, she couldn't leave, she was just so afraid.

"Where are you going Lluvia?" he asked her in a deadly calm voice.

She shook her head violently back and forth, she'd finally stopped screaming but her voice wouldn't come. She took another step back, still shaking her head. Mac got up from his seat at the table and her heart jumped to her throat, He was going to kill her, he could have killed her anytime he wanted and she'd pissed him off, she was as good as dead. He took a step towards her and she let out a small shriek.

He stopped a couple of feet from her. She backed up again only to hit the kitchen wall, she was trapped! Mac brought his hands up, palms forward, trying to tell her he wasn't going to hurt her. She had an urge to run to him, to tell him she was afraid.

"He hurt you, I was defending you. I wasn't lying when I told you I would bath in the blood of anyone that hurt you." His look was almost pleading.

Lluvia felt like her brain was being ripped in half, her body keep jerking forward in minuscule attempts to go to Mac. He'd been her only comfort for nearly a year now, her instinct was to go to him, but the other half of her was telling her to run, run and not look back. But he would catch me. She began sobbing.

"Lluvia," he took another step forward and she cringed. His hands balled into fists but he didn't strike her.

They couldn't stay like this, she knew that, either she would go to him and meet her fate or she'd run and meet her fate. She looked into his eyes, there was a storm brewing there, she could be dead anytime he wanted, why hadn't he made a move?

"What about me?" she asked in a small shaky voice.

He stepped forward again and again she cringed, his lip curled in anger. "What about you?" he spat.

"Am I next?" she whispered.

He relaxed his fists, "Your mine, I don't want to kill you." His voice was less angry, almost soothing.

"Never?" her voice a little stronger. This was her Mac, she did belong to him, he could have killed her a hundred times if he wanted to.

"One, one thing Lluvia, only one time I ever even thought about it and only one time I would ever do it."

She swallowed. He'd thought about killing her. "When?" she was breathing heavy a stone in the pit of her stomach.

"When you almost left, if you ever leave." He stepped to her again, this time she didn't cringe. "I already told you this, you remember? I will follow you into the grave."

He body went limp, all the adrenaline and tension leaving at once. It was hopeless to fight, he had told her this already and she was in so deep, she couldn't get out if she wanted to, but the truth was she didn't want to. What's one more thing?

She didn't so much as go to him, as let herself fall into his arms, realizing as she fell that she had all the faith in the world he would catch her, and he did, that meant everything. He put his arms around her and they both sank to the floor, she was a rag doll in his arms.

"It's alright baby." He'd called her baby, she smiled into his chest. "You did good, everything is alright now, no more secrets." He kissed the top of her head and she squeezed him tighter.

"I was so afraid." She breathed into his chest.
"Not anymore, baby. No need to be afraid. I got you. You and me, till we're rotting in the ground and after if I get my way."

"You always get your way." She looked up at him. He looked back at her, the storm gone from his eyes. "Yes, I do." He brought his lips down to hers, she gave herself to him willingly on the kitchen floor, all the pent up fear, nervousness and excitement taken out on both their bodies. Neither of them able to walk around for a week afterwards without people gaping at them in shock and disgust.

Lluvia didn't care, she was happy again, the tension that had filled their household for the past few months was gone. Devon and Walter and the rest of the damn town could look at them like they were crazy all they wanted. They were crazy and obsessed and she didn't give a damn, because she was happy and most importantly, Mac was happy.

Notes: The makeup sex will be from Mac's POV so next chapter will be pretty explicit.