He died weeks ago, she considered, fell at her hands, and yet…there he was leaning against her wall and staring at her as if he had never been vanquished at all.
He looks almost alive (more so than she), and he is smirking, the demons swimming through his dark, dark eyes.
And he will not leave her, she realizes as the knife stills in her hands and her strength begins to fade. He is still standing there, watching the way her blood drips onto the floor and he is laughing, mocking her, just as he always had.
Her vision begins to fade and yet he is still there, lurking behind her eyes, smiling and whispering to her.
I will never leave you.
AN: The last line sucks.