Authors note:

Okay kiddos. I'm trying a new style of writing...kind of adds a more psychopath feel to it no?

Days went into weeks…

Where was she?

I had taken my evening stroll once more, hoping to find her. But to no avail. Frustration moved through me as I took a turn down the hallway. Instantly I shrank back against the wall. She was there…just standing there? How daft. Looking over the corner I nearly groaned in pain. He was there….they both were there…together.

Without me.

Just them.

Cursing under my breath I listened to them…trying to remain quite. Keyword trying. My knuckles cracked without me willing to, my legs moved without me willing to, my body turned the corner without me willing to. Seconds flew by as I walked to them. Jogged to them. Ran to them. An inhuman growl flew from my lips as I ripped him off of her. Him being that bastard Raoul It was her screech of terror that drove me to yank her from her feet and heave her over my shoulder.

She needed me.

The boy came charging at me, but I just delivered a sharp kick to his ribs. That should hold him. I took pleasure in watching him crumble before me…begging me not to hurt her. Letting out a cackle I sneered. "You're worthless…you're the one hurting her….She needs me!" I proclaimed once more giving him a kick away. Pity to ruin my shoes on him. Her small fists began beating into my back, once more they were begging. Giving her a harsh shake I turned on my heel and took off down the hallway with a leisurely pace.

I saved her. She needs me.

The thoughts repeated themselves over and over in my head until she stopped moving; giving up. Yes. She's learning. It may be taking a while, but she's learning. Oh Christine. Satisfied with myself I began humming. Perhaps I'd name the song...or not. Sometimes victory songs need not be named. She was mine now. And she had learned the truth. No one could keep her from me.

She's mine.