Chapter 47! I'm not usually into writing stuff like this, it's a little too dramatic, but I can't help it. It needs something big to happen, so please don't mind it. And, no Phases Of Obsession, you can't get any heart damage from getting a slit in the cheek, but it gives him a blood loss, and when he fell, he hurt his head, okay?

"THAT'S IT! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted once I had finally snapped.

Klaus turned pale. "No need to do that."

"He might be dead you bastard!" I ran into Tony's back room, and dialed 911.

After I reported what had happened, I rushed back into the dance studio to make sure Luciano stayed alive.

Klaus was almost white with fear. "I-I'm not a murderer. I didn't kill him. I. Did. Not. Kill. Him." he reassured himself.

"You'd better hope not. That's an awful thing for a prince to be." Tony said, entering the scene of the crime.

I didn't say a word, I just cradled Luciano's head in my arms, waiting impatiently for the police and ambulance. Although a lot of things were different from my world, thankfully 911 wasn't.

In the distance I heard siren sounds. They got closer and closer until I saw blue and red lights flash past the entrance of the studio.

Some police (who happened to be large dogs) burst in, and some large birds as doctors rushed in behind them.

The doctors quickly put Luciano into a stretcher, and drove to the nearest hospital before I could get a word out.

I sat on the floor in the spot that Luciano was just in, crying.

One police dog came up and sat next to me. "You didn't hurt him, did you?" he asked sympathetically.

"No." I sobbed.

"You tried to protect him, didn't you?"

"Yeah." I cried harder, and gasped as I spoke. "H-he and Klaus were f-fighting, and w-when Klaus got out the kn-knife, I-I tried my hardest to-- to protect him b-but I-I just couldn't…" I sobbed even harder once I got it out.

"Honey, could you tell me who Klaus is?"

"HIM!!!!" I pointed to Klaus.

"Okay, take him downtown." The dog muttered to another, then continued to talk to me. "What was your relationship with Luciano?"

"H-he and I am-- he's my-- dating." I said finally.

"He was your boyfriend?"

"Not 'was'! 'IS'!" I shouted desperately. "I'm not a 'was'. He's not dead, it's not over."

"Right. We will do everything possible to keep him alive."

"Y-you must keep him alive!"

"We will try our very best. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I suppose…" I told him all I could, sobbing and crying the whole way through.

"So they were fighting over… you?"

I nodded.

"I see. That's unusual. Look, how about I take you home?"

I nodded again.

He drove me back to my room. If it was just any regular day, I could've easily walked home, but today I could barely bring myself off the floor.