Chapter Two

'All that's left at the scene of the crime,

Is the cold case of love.'

Rihanna, Cold Case Love

Mr. L POV

They were here. One of my henchmen approached me. "Sir, where shall we put them?" I flicked a note at him. He stumbled off to tell them. It felt good being powerful, being evil. Only she would see what I was. Who I became at midnight…

I heard her snort and I grinned. Her snort was one of contempt and it made me think of the fire she had inside. The fire only I could put out and make her into the delicate flower she was named after. I gave my fingers two clicks to tell the henchman to back off. He continued to read.

Soon, I could relax and go to my room. I heard the henchmen trot off with her. I waited until they were out of sight and then I followed them. I got my room quickly and the henchman whispered, "She's tired you might want to go easy on her." I pushed past him to see my Sleeping Beauty.

I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Her long red-brown auburn hair was loose, cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. I picked her up and slid her gently under the sheets. She stirred a little, putting her hand around my waist. 'Luigi, don't go in there! Mario said…' Her sleep talk was quick and silently screamed.

I recoiled when she said those words. They dug right into the very centre of my soul. Luigi. A name that turned into reality only for two hours a day. Midnight and midday. The clock struck midnight and I could feel myself changing fading into him.

Damn it.

Luigi POV

How did I get here? Then it came back to me. Being Mr. L. I should stop this but I can't. Unless I find Dimento and convince him to make me Luigi forever. Daisy?

Why is Daisy on my bed? Why is her hand around my waist? I try to think of the last time I saw Daisy as Luigi. We were running and Daisy said for me not to go in there but I did and it was awful. Dimento's eyes turning me into something evil. Something I never want to be again but something that I am.

Mr. L. I missed Daisy. I'm in love with her truth be told and I cant ever imagine life without her. To be honest, who can? She looks serene now not her fiery self.

I've got to sleep. It's been a tiring day and I cant imagine what people will say when they find out that Mr. L. is the dead Luigi. I don't want to imagine… I just to sleep… To dream… To be with Daisy.

Daisy POV

Where am I? I thought. Then all the memories of the night before came to mind. Mr. L. was lying right next to me. He looked so cute and innocent when he was asleep. Enough daydreaming Daisy!

I got up and looked around my room. The cold light of morning entered through the window. "What are you looking for?" He had woken up. I turned around to see him right behind me. He's so tall. His eyes met mine. Grey like a storm but more silvery like moonlight. Beautiful really. His eyes were surrounded by a black mask and I had to smile about how devilish it made him look.

He looked me up and down. "Hey! I'm not a piece of meat. Get out of my grill!" His eyes were amused. "If you weren't a piece of meat, why would you be in a grill?" He asked me. "Ugh!" I groaned. His hand is around my waist. I should've move it but I didn't.

He had nice hair. Brown and floppy. He wore a long sleeved black T-shirt and black trousers with a brown belt. The green handkerchief around his neck seemed familiar… "Walk with me." He whispered in my ear. I inclined and walked by his side. His voice sends tingles down my spine. So deep and sexy…

"Daisy, you are a desert flower." He told me. "What the heck is that meant to mean?" I asked. I was so tired of his riddles. "In my world of darkness, my desert, there is one light, one flower. You are that flower my dear." Then he kissed me.

It's only for a second or two, a quick linger on my lips. It was amazing really. His lips were soft and I could feel desire behind them. It's just desire though. No love, no softness. Just hard desire, stone cold lust. He pulled back and smiled a devilish smile. "How did you enjoy that ?" He asked. I looked at him, dazed and confused.

Then I slapped him and I slapped him hard. There was a red mark on his face and he looks at me with rage. I cowered away from him, covering my face with my hands. I should be strong but I can't. It's so hard to always be strong. I dared to look at his face. It's still angry but surprised.

"My desert flower had thorns. And a less strong side." He pulled me close. "Don't show your weak side too often my dear. I might use it against you someday."

Then he pulled me up and took me back to our room. My prison. My home?

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