I LOVE the feedback. And, because I also love my beta child MyButterfly364, who loves Malvoro (and Con), I shall have another part of Malvoro's story in the next chapter, with a followup of an exclusive on Con ;)

He's SEXAY haha. Anyways, think dark :)

He woke up the next morning fairly late. He was disappointed. He wanted to get up early to see the girl off to the other side. Although he begrudgingly admitted it wasn't real, he often imagined that he walked her to the Devil's Door, and that the Devil, as a symbol of gratitude, shrouded him with invisibility from any suspicion and sent him the same soul to torture and recycle, except forever on Devil's Door.

Fancying that, he tells himself that he is tired of the same soul, and the Devil wouldn't recycle it anyways because he didn't walk the soul off to Hell this time around. He tells himself that the Devil was tired of letting that soul be brought back and forth, and that, as the ultimate gift, he gave him a new soul; one that was pure, innocent, and beautiful.

But, she is beautiful so that she could allure him, and so that he would get the most extreme pleasure when her beautiful face is distorted in pain. Moreover, just for him.

The Devil sent to him a beautiful girl with an honestly good soul so that he could experience his last death to the most extreme form of ecstasy.

Yes, he was going to die after her, the Devil didn't have to bluntly tell him. He didn't pray, because he didn't want to doubt whether it was God or the Devil that gave him this last gift—if God sent her to him, it would make the reason she was here pure. He didn't want that. That would be blasphemy in his book. He wanted her pure, yes, but only because he wanted to slowly make her white smeared, then, gray, then, black, then, an ominous cloud of shadow. Yes, he could see it now; he would die, so he could be immortal, and he could always have that one pure soul.

The Devil told him…

"So that's what you meant by kid?" I asked Jane, after it seemed she pulled herself out of the storytelling. I wanted her to keep going once I knew that when she said kid, she didn't mean Lucas. I knew Malvoro was horrid, I just didn't know he was flat out motherfucking crazy; almost like I was, except I didn't perverse every person's actions to be caused by me, I wasn't a killer either…

Well, that time I killed a kid, I mused, to no one in particular, though Zacky heard everything I was thinking. I didn't hear him, and it made me worry, but not so much when I was able to feel this exasperation take over my body; he hated when I always saw the bad side of a situation.

Then again, it might be because he was in too deep in the recesses of his past, when he had to work under…that thing.

I stared at Zacky, a sort of melancholy feeling forming deep within me; I did not know if Zacky was feeling that and it made me suddenly feel absorbed by the feeling, or whether I sympathized with him completely. My face became extremely sad, and I had to look down. After I clear my thoughts, I look at him again. The desolation in his face was mirrored in both Con's and Alex's face as well. All the rest of us could do is watch, finally understanding a bit more the extent of what they went through, and why they were as high in the clan as they were.

They seemed so withdrawn, that I couldn't take it anymore; and neither could Victoria. We went to our own boyfriends, but I also went to Con, my best friend (after Zacky). I grabbed Zacky's hand, and patted Con's shoulder. They looked at me with a small smile on their face, Con seeming to get out of it quicker than Zacky.

"Now you know why it's more complicated than just some little gossip?" he asked, one of the saddest smiles I have ever seen plastered on his face.

"You're going through some vampire PMS, aren't you?" I asked him, understanding how emotional one could get on a whim.

He chuckled, and soon, the chuckle turned into a laugh. I didn't see what was funny; I was being serious for once, sadly understanding, so I didn't get insulted right away. But once I did, I was looking at him, saying "Uhuh, keep laughing." It only made him laugh harder.

Well, at least he isn't so engulfed by his thoughts anymore, I thought, wanting the best for my best friend, but not at the sake of me.

You are a wonderful friend, but you're the only one who goes through such roller coaster emotions out of all of us darling, in case you haven't noticed. It has only been a year since you've known us.

Ahh! I thought, as I hugged Zacky, glad he wasn't in his depressed mood.

I can almost feel him grin as he wraps his arms around me and both his hands grabbing my head, preventing me from stepping back; even if I was a vampire, he was still stronger than me.

Not that you wouldn't mind staying right as you are, right? He asks me, teasing me.

I wouldn't mind at all, I said, meaning it entirely. Of course, I had to know Malvoro's history before Jazz wakes up. I face Jane, who was looking at Zacky and me in such a way that made me want to smile, yet be uncomfortable.

"Can I ask you something?" I say to her.

"Sure," she said.

"What do you think when you see me and Zacky?"

She smiled. "Well, considered we can't rest our souls, I say you are a match straight out of hell." She didn't bother to explain it as thoroughly, but she didn't need to. I knew perfectly well what she meant: since we could never die (well, very hard to do so), we could never go to heaven, and because we were "creatures of the damned," we could only come from hell.

You think that's romantic? Zacky asked me, incredulous.

Yes, I said, knowing he won't voice what I thought, and that he liked it, even if it sounded a little macabre.

He sighed. Hell, heaven, lingo. Doesn't matter.

Meanwhile, I noticed I lagged in responding. "Thanks for the honesty," I said, appreciating her way with words. So story-like, so appealing, so…captivating.

She just smiled, and looked away as soon as the conversation was over. She was getting lost in thought again, and I hoped it was because she was remembering the rest of the vision she had.

She looked at Zacky, and said, "The girl tried to kill him, didn't she?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know the full story, but one day we went to get our orders and he was missing. We found out through a lady that he died, murdered by the slice of his throat, and that they were having a funeral," he said, emotionally detached from what he was saying. I would have said those words with hate, even if it could be considered one of the best days of my life.

But then again, Zacky hardly ever portrayed his emotions from the outside, and even then, only when we were both caught on with each other in our heads.

"She dealt him a deadly blow, and he committed suicide," she said, finishing the story with such dullness that I was disappointed.

I made a face. I wasn't the everyday imagined vampire; I didn't act regal, or had an air of superiority, or haughtiness, and I certainly didn't keep my face in one mask of emotion.

Right now, I probably looked like Shrek when he tried to smile.

"That's it?" I asked, obvious that unless she told me in full detail, I wouldn't try to understand the weight of the situation.

"Ah," Con said, threatening to bust up in another fir of laughter. "You are, indeed, my dumbshine."

"Yea, yea," I said, sneering at him. I face Jane. "I don't know if it's your words, or if you just have this ability to story tell, but compared to that, what you told us right now sounds like it's crap, or even then, sounds unimaginable."

She looked at me for a couple seconds before smiling slyly. Of what? I didn't know.

She's getting to you, Zacky taunted.

What do you mean? I asked him, not turning from Jane, but knitting my eyebrows for a small moment.

She allures with story telling it looks like, he said.

I don't think it will be that big of a problem, I told him quickly, trying to think of a way to prompt Jane.

That's what the drug addict said, Zacky retorted, and I could feel the need to laugh.

Listen to your God, I said, remembering how he said he was a devout Raechelist.

I don't have a god, he said calmly.

I thought goddess, but then again, I didn't like putting myself in a pedestal.

His arm snakes around my waist, and brings me closer to him.

My goddess, he said, enjoying my reaction anytime he said that. I can feel him look at Jane, and in turn, it made me focus on her, since I was looking at her, but my thoughts were elsewhere; they were "elsewhere" almost all of the time.

Oh, yea, trying to convince her to tell me the rest of the story. "So, are you going to tell the rest of the story?" I prompted her, even if my prodding was obvious.

She smiled again, but the sly was gone. "Fine," she said, looking at the ground as though trying to read the story between the tiles.

She sighed, as if she was tired, and began once again…

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