"James, get the hell away from that…thing…NOW!"

             The startled male in question spanned out of the creature's control momentarily, but he was facing Jessie as he demanded he knew what she was doing instead of seeing the beautiful woman's true form. She was utterly astounded that he chose to carry on their ridiculous feud instead of thanking her for saving his life. He obviously hadn't seen the snarling beast yet due to a magic or something…then a chilling thought struck her; what if he had, and he wanted to work with it without it holding any influence over him at all? After all, he had scraped her without its presence, so why was she assuming they weren't along the same wavelengths in evil? Because I love him, and I hope that even after all the stupid fights we've had, I hope he loves me back.

              "I told you to leave me alone, now go back to bitching about me Jessie, you're good at that"

              "As if I'd come all the way out here, in spite of what you did, to save your life only for you to order my departure. I refuse to acknowledge your demand this time, so you'd better start listening to mine. Get away from it James"

              "Piss off. Just because you can't have me doesn't entitle you the right to belittle anybody else that can"

              "I don't degrade any women—or men for that matter—that you choose to go out with, but that's not even human"

              "How do you know what's human and what isn't when you live to hurt and hate? There's nothing more pathetic than a woman that's led a full life of laughter and enjoyment then becomes tarnished to the world, yet you only hated and made sure nobody could better you in any field. If you had an elixir of life, you'd probably drink it not because you want to live forever, but because you prefer spoiling things for people than helping them"

              "Spoilt? I'm trying to save your life here, you're not letting me help and I'M the spoilt one?"

              "No, you're the stupid interfering bitch that can't bear to see anyone happy and gladly sabotages everything in your path and wake. You're the one most likely to hand a suicidal person a cut-throat razor and tell them to get a move on with it"

              "And you're the one more likely to tell them how precious life is, and why they should love rather than hate, but right now I'm assuming your role James, because you clearly aren't in a clear-headed state to do so. That thing there is eyeing you up, since you'll probably be its next meal or whatever it wants to do to you, so come here James. Please"

             The creature released a whimper that sounded like mocking laughter to the feline and female, but more like a scared cry from a vulnerable woman to James; whilst the battle of words had taken place through the actual human, the creature regained its composure, so its illusion was once more without flaw. It chose to keep the ability for the others to see it, as it made savouring its prey more enjoyable when it had an audience. It didn't even need to make the subject say anything; he was acting hurtful of his own accord. It pulled him closer to its foul body, pricking his skin slightly with its claws. In any event, he didn't notice it, as he felt too preoccupied with his friends interfering when he finally had a chance of getting a date. The pricking created a mistake that the creature failed to anticipate; it took the control off its subject.

             "Just leave me alone Jessie, or do you want me to do something else to you? I came here to get away from you, I was sorry for what I did, but I'm not feeling remorse for the way you're acting now. Take a chill-pill—or something stronger—and disappear. Leave us alone, imagine what you're doing to this poor…"

             James stopped. He'd turned to face his potential girlfriend, a face of something other than outstanding beauty snarling in his face.