Biting Back (Completed)

Torment of choices

*Trigger warning. Blood and graphic description*

He should have practiced his aim before deciding to shoot me. The police was already there when he tried to shoot a second time. He just barley scraped my shoulder with the bullet. Still hurt like a fucking bitch though. I immediately fell down in shock when officers ran and detained him. Pretty wild ride. Kevin got what he had coming. The wrong man held the gun, it was suppost to be Erick holding the gun, not stupid Kevin. By the way, fuck you Kevin, you didn't let me finish what I was saying before deciding to fucking shoot me almost killing me with a heart attack.

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It's been a few months and Kevin was sentenced to two life times in prison and found guilty of all the murders that Erick did. I know it was Erick who did it. They found the shirt I had talked about hidden in his apartment along with other evidence from the crime scenes in his apartment. Kevins just being a wanna be sparkle bitch, too bad the world has already gotten enough of those. There can only be one sparkle bitch on this planet and that is... Edward Cullen, duh. We don't need the wannabes. Get rid of those fakes. I was kicked out of my flat, whoo hoo! I've been staying at my friends houses and pissing them off at night because I haven't gotten a decent sleep since Kevin almost shot me. When I go to sleep I always get nightmares. There's a face watching me from the darkest corner of the room or something chasing me. Either way I always end up screaming and waking myself up along with the rest of the building. Fair to say I look like I haven't slept for a few decades, maybe even centuries. Oh, I almost forgot, I was also fired, hooray! My life is officially over! Whomp, whomp... Fuck this. I'm going to find myself a rich ugly man and marry him and runaway and take all this money, change my identity and get plastic surgery to look like a super model, fly to Paris and marry a rich hot man/my soul mate and live happily forever and ever with my new fresh life. Where are all the rich men hiding, that's all that's stopping me is where do I get one of those. I just got a brilliant idea! I'm going to sign myself up for some sugar baby website. Damn, my iq is through the roof today. It just gets better. I made an account, put all of my hottest pics on that shit and now I wait. I'm not waiting, I need a sugar man now, I'll make the first move. Holy thing it self. I'll need to cleanse my self before I call up this one. Ooo my he's something of a- "Did you clog the drain?" Dahlia asked me as she walked into the room. "What drain. I didn't clog nothing yet." I anwsered as my eyes were still glued to the picture of him. "Well then explain why there's red shit stuffed in the fucking shower drain." She asked me back annoyed. "What are you talking about. My hair doesn't shed that much." I anwsered as I looked up at her confused. I got up and went to the bathroom and looked into the shower drain. Ew, what the hell is that? A glob of red shit, like she said. This isn't hair. What the fuck could this be. I took Dahlias hairbrush and used the handle on it to poke the red blob. I pulled it up. It was just a rose. Slobby rose with a -oh shit. A black ribbon? "Daliah! Come look at this." I called to her but I got no answer. "Daliah!" I shouted louder. She must be deaf or something. "Dahlia!" I yelled as I walked into the living room. "Dahlia?-" There he was sitting on the sofa. He held a rose in his blood covered hands. "Erick... what did you do." I said slowly and quietly as panick set in. I ran back into the bedroom to see Daliah laying on the floor in a pool of blood. I kneeled down beside her. I tried to shake her awake. "Dahlia!" I shouted over and over again as I screamed at her. I sat there in her pool of blood, crying and shouting at her to wake up. Reality set in and I knew she was gone, gone forever. There was blood on my hands now. I got up and walked to the doorway facing the living room. I stood there in the doorway looking through him. Cold empty tears ran down my face, one by one. He placed the rose besides him and put his hands on his knees as he gave a slight grin. I ran over to him and started attacking him as he stood up. I punched and kicked and tried to poke his eyes out with my nails. He held me tight in his arms. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. I had no fear for this man, only utter disgust. I turned away from him as he slowly loosened his grip. He didn't let go, so I pushed him away. I didn't want to look at his immeasurable monstrousness ever again. I celebrated my victory too soon. The games not over till one of us is dead. If I die he'll begin again. He'll start a new game.
I slowly backed up almost tripping on the floor rug as I held my head down. I turned around and ran to the front door. "The blood is on your hands Angela." I heard him say behind me. "You leave, you will be left with no choice." -"You stay. You get two choices." He said calmly as he stood behind me. I turned around and looked down at my hands and clothes. I was covered in blood. I looked at him. The blood on his hands was gone. He placed my hands in his. I looked up into his eyes. They had turned red, red like the flames from deep down below. I glanced back at my hands and there was no blood. "I'm losing my mind aren't I..." I mumbled. "You make the choice." He said firmly. We locked our eyes together as I moved my hands away from his. I could see his eyes changing color right in front of me. From ruby red to dimond blue. How is that even possible. Is he the one on drugs? "Your choice is locked in. You can not return from it." He said as he teared up. What other choice do I have. I turned my back against him and opened the front door. I looked back to see he was gone. A sudden  sharp pain pierced through out my body. I collapsed as I could no longer be strong. I layed on my side on the floor not knowing if I was dead yet. I brushed my hand on my shoulder. The pain ran through me as I did so. As I reached my hand back I could see the blood on my hand. There was a pool of blood forming around me. I turned to lay on my back. I had a vision of my life flash by me as quickly as the light flickering above me. My body twitched and turned. The pain increased. It was inintolerable. I can't die like this. I'm not even wearing makeup. I'm in my fucking pajamas for God's sake! This is not the uniqe added drama I wanted. "I don't want to die like this... please Erick... save-" I muttered in my pain but couldn't finish my sentence as another wave of torment came over me like a fucking body builder body slammed me on the floor. "It's only like that in the beginning. I promise you a new life, but the price of it costs your old one to die" He said as he leaned over me covering the flickering light.