He looked at the tall bottle, letting a small smile crack on his face. He knew that the wine bottle's label was false and that this wasn't pure red wine from the hills of California. She had poisoned this wine herself; foolishly thinking she would kill him. Funny enough, he found the stuff absolutely delicious.

Marilyn was still in bed, a peaceful Hollywood starlet with too much money that had been all up all night, having sex with a silver haired demon. She was too enveloped in him to remember that Sapphire should have come home with her, not that she would have wanted her. Layton was just so much… She wanted him for herself.

She stirred in her sleep as her phone rang, blindly reaching over and answering it in tired slurs. She didn't notice that Layton had come back into the room, two glasses of wine in his hands. He sat on the edge of her large bed and pressed the hook on the corded phone to hang up, the blonde putting the phone back and looking at him curiously.

He offered her a glass. "I know you told me to try that other stuff, but I stumbled on this. I took a sip already and it's pretty good."

She took the glass, keeping her eyes downcast. Her whole body felt sore and there was blood on the sheets. Layton had hurt her more than anyone else ever had, and she began to think that she wouldn't fully heal. Her body would be covered in scars…

Layton downed his glass in one gulp before he stood, grabbing up his dark clothes and getting dressed. "I have to go meet a friend. I'll see you around?"

She nodded. "I'll be here…"

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her, standing beside the bed. "You're sure I can have those pictures?"

She smiled back. "Of course." She raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip, swallowing as Layton leaned forward to put his lips at her.

"You're fucking dead, Marilyn."

Her eyes went wide in confusion as she felt her hair pushed back and those sharp, serrated teeth breaking her skin to let out blood into his eager mouth. "L-Layton," she whimpered, dropping the wine and grabbing his shoulders to push him off. "Stop!"

He was too strong for her, finishing up his drink and licking the wound shut. He caught her as she fell and watched in hunger as her body seemed to dim, a smoky white substance slowly evaporating off of her.

The ceiling suddenly caved in, an angel making a crash landing. The small woman wildly spun around to see the demon grabbing the wisps of the celebrity's soul, anger flashing through her.

"You killed her! You can't touch her!" she shrieked, horrified at the fact that she was too late.

Layton grinned, standing up with a glowing white ball in his hand. "She tried to kill me, and I just used it against her."

"You killed her!" She darted forward, but the demon easily sidestepped.

"Ya know, you really need to fix those loopholes," he said thoughtfully before tilting his head back and swallowing the soul in one bite. He smacked his lips together after he swallowed, his wings suddenly exploding out of his back and reducing his shirt to tatters. "Tasty."

Furious, the angel darted forward to kill him. Layton had taken flight, however, and had already disappeared with his speed.

I wake to some guy sleeping next to me. Looking disgusted, I got dressed. I forgot to call Marilyn last night to tell her I wasn't coming home. I call her phone, she doesn't pick up. I jump in the dudes car and drive to her house. I get this awful feeling once I get close to the house. I see police men and an ambulance in the drive way. I stop the car, jump out and run to the house.

"What happened?" I ask, looking at the cop. My eyes go big as they carry someone out.

"Ma'am please step away from the area." The cop says, pulling me out of my daze.

"Not until you tell me who died," my tone turning deathly.

"Marilyn Monroe died last night. Are you a friend or a relative?" he asks, sounding scared.

"I'm her best friend and body guard. GOD DAMN IT! I knew I shouldn't have left her a lone last night. I should have gone home with her." I break down crying. I couldn't believe it, it's all my fault. If I had gone home and told her how much I love her and not let her out of my sight, she would be alive right now. I head over to the ambulance and climb in. No one is in there so I open her bag and see the huge bite mark on her arm and all her scars and blood marks. I close it back up, hop off the truck and drive. I know who did it now, it was Layton. I remember her giving me his phone number and address.
I drive to the house first.

I get out and knock on the door. Some guy answers and I smile.

"Hi, I was wondering if Layton is here. I need to talk to him right away." I keep smiling.

"Yep, Layton's here. I'll go get him for you, wait outside though." He smiles back and closes the door. I stand outside and pace, I can't believe his there, oh is he dead. Layton opens the door and comes out.

"Who are you?" he asks narrowing his eyes at me.

"Oh now come on, you must remember me somehow. I'm sapphire. Marilyn's best friend and body guard." I pretend to smile.

"Oh you, what do you want." He grins.

"This." I punch him right in the jar so hard it hurts my hand a little.

"What the fuck was that for?" he's breathing hard.

"For fucking killing my best friend, jackass." I punch him again; I take out my gold knife and lunge for him. Layton side steps me.

"Dumb ass bitch, you messed with the wrong person." He growls.

"Really because I think you're messing with the wrong bitch, because I don't fucking take shit. Especially when my best friend is killed by the jackass who fucked her over!" I scream and leap on him. I stab him in the chest. He screams and flings me off him; I land a good 5 feet away. I scraped myself, holding on to my knife for dear life. My arm stars to burn. I get back on my feet. I run and jump on him, pinning him down.

"I really expected more out of you demons. What a waste of time, but you are going to be marked now and it will haunt you for the rest of your life." I smile and lean down. I mark a S under his.

"Now we will never see each other, I hop you fucking go to heaven you jackass." I run away bursting out crying. I jump in my car and drive. I drive for miles and miles, not knowing where I'm going or caring just wanting to die.

"Please don't let Marilyn be down in hell, please don't." I cry as I drive.

Well Layton is a JACKASS! Isn't he? Yes he is. Anyway. The first page belongs to DarkAngelle. (: my friend, thank you for helping right that. I didn't want to kill Marilyn but I had too ): and also DarkAngelle is writing a story and it has Layton in it and another character. (: go read that if you wanna. 3 love you guys R&R