*Disclaimer* I do not own any of the people mentioned in this story nor do I make any money off this. Anything that happens in real life is purely chance. And if it does, wow, that sucks. Now to the story….

Do you ever get to that point where you're so sad, so miserable, so fuckin' angry you just want to choke someone? Break their skull? Kill maybe? It's all their fault you're insane… you can't stand the thought of just not owning them… I do… and I guess, that's what happened today.

That bitch will be next.

Try to break my heart?

I'll eat hers.

***

Raven looked at the body below him. Oh it had been so sweet, so perfect. He had been sorry to see Jeff Hardy die. Stupid child. His blood, tainted, hadn't tasted very good. It made Raven almost… sad. Maybe a worthless kill, maybe it wasn't. With each kill, he got stronger. Raven only worried tainted blood would hurt him. But he knew… he would only grow stronger… he knew.

The cracked body lie at his feet. He grabbed the corpse with a free hand and threw it into the trunk of his car, closing the lid as he walked towards the front. Dropping a rock on to the accelarator, he turned the car on, and watched it speed into the bay. Goodbye Jeff… see you in hell.

***

"Oh, god, Kane… oh right there."

"Yeah, yeah… Amy… you're so fuckin' sweet… so tight…"

Raven was disgusted, to say the least. Repulsed. Yes, that was what he was. Repulsed. Disgusting. Those two-- he could hear through the walls. The pounding of the headboard, the grunts, the groans. A shiver ran down his arms and he closed his eyes. He tried to focus on something, something calm and sweet, but nothing would come.

In a fury, he flew up and started banging back against the walls. "Shut the fuck up! You fuckin' traitors! I'll kill you both!" Where his fists had landed left indents in the walls, and as he came back to his senses, he bolted from the room. He ran down the hallways, trying to find something, anyone to stop him.

And it came in the form of Miss Molly Holly.

With her perfect blond hair and bright blue eyes, Raven was stunned. She was like an angel, coming to save him from his lunacy.

"Are you okay?"

He looked at her, incredulous, still hoping she was there. "Uh… yeah."

Her face was filled with concern. "You've seemed so sad lately since well… you know."

Oh he knew and she would pay, but sweet Molly… cared? "It happens."

She shrugged, her blond pigtails bobbing. "I guess, I don't like to think of the world as sad or evil… it just makes me scared."

"There's nothing to be scared of, except me."

Molly giggled. "You? You wouldn't hurt a puppy!"

True, but I'd snap someone's neck. "This is true." He stood silent, still watching her in all her perfection. "Who are you rooming with?"

"Oh, by myself since Trish is out on an injury."

"Can we go to your room to talk?"

"Sure!" Molly smiled happily and let Raven follow her.

Oh poor Miss Molly Holly, what have you gotten yourself in to? Raven's mouth split into an evil grin as he closed the door.

***

The beautiful, innocent Molly slept next to him, her body like a dead weight on the bed. He slipped out of the sheets and went up to the sliding glass doors. So he conquested a girl in whom he had no business in. And the angel had never asked when he wanted to taste the blood from her neck, or when he accidently bit her lip too hard. He savored the sweet blood. Every drop was his salvation.

"Rave? You okay?"
"Fine, angel, sleep." SHe didn't answer him, but went quietly back into her sleep and he stood by the window, basking in the glow of the moon. No one bothered him this night, not Him. He had been quiet lately, ever since that last corpse. However… he had the uncomforting feeling that he was about to put in an appearance anytime now.

He walked back to the bed, lying next to his angel. So sweet, so innocent. It made him hungry; he wanted more. His thirst, his hunger… his lust for her was unappeasable. He would need her untill the end of time. Or the end of her life.

TBC…

A/N: Short chapter. Bah-- at least a chapter eh? I'll have another one soon. I have ideas flowing out my ears. So if all goes well, one by Sunday. : ) Alright thanks to Gwen as always…. Since she's the only person who's not so fucking lazy. Yeah, I'm disgruntled. But so what… I write because I love to! And I don't care if you don't like it SO HAH!

-Saphi M.