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"where could she of gone" louis repeated, his head rested lowly in the palm of his hands. It had been three weeks since he last saw her. All he thought of is where could she be and whys she left, he was clueless. He even couldn't track her scent,nobody could.

He was trapped in a stage of severe depression, he's like Peter Pan; a lost boy.

His usually vibrant blue eyes were pale and dull, he handy moved from his spot in the corner of his living room.

He had visitors regularly, his lads. The constant trips made no progress for Louis and often ended in arguments or acts of violence.

"why?" he cried "why".

The days were longer for louis, each one becoming harder to cope with. His soul mate was missing.

He knew she didn't run away, but he couldn't of guessed the possibilities that she may have faced.

He mourned for her beauty and complexion, to touch her soft flawless skin and hear her breathtaking laugh. She was his angel, his one hope. Now his angel had flew away.

"it's alright Louis she'll be back" is what all his friends said in attempts to soothe him, but he wouldn't take any of it.

He couldn't of lost her. He needed her. Without her he would forever he trapped inside his mind, crying and panicking for her safety. She made him feel alive again.

She gave him the electricity he needed to keep his dead heart skipping beats, he craved her. He craved her not only sexually but mentally.

He wanted her in his arms, protected from darkness and fear. But she was gone.

In a quick strike of anger he was up. His large frame left shadows running up the walls. His black pupils spread across his eye, leaving two fully black eyes.

This had never happened to him but he felt the strength arise in his body, a burning passion, a sensation. Empty veins popping up under his skin. Sharp teeth piercing the gums of his mouth growing to a large expanse. Heavy breaths left his mouth as he slowly walked towards the door.

He didn't know what he was going to do but he did know he was going to find his angel. He was going to find her and kill whoever led her into the mess he could only imagine she was in.

After all, every devil needs an angel.

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