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"I didn't expect her to die," Amy whispered rocking herself in the chair across the desk, "I didn't expect her to die."

The older man nodded writing something down in his notebook.

"What had been the plan?" he asked quietly. Her blood shit eyes snapped at him.

"What was the plan?" she repeated, "The damn plan that I came up with. That stupid plan that had more hope than actual strategy got her killed." She cried.

"My best friend died because of me," she said again.

More writing in the notebook. This time the doctor did not ask anything for her to keep talking.

"She had disappeared again," she started, "she had disappeared again but this time it had been longer than a month's stay at the hospital. There were no calls from the nurse letting me know of her condition or Felix giving me a bullshut excuse. There was nothing," she narrated, "Nothing to keep my mind at ease."

The doctor interjected, "Was your mind not at ease before?"

Amy scoffed, "Not in the slightest."

"Before her, what was going on?" he asked, the story getting more intriguing as sge talked.

"Before her?" she laughed humorlessly, "My life and hers were always one. It was always just us and Luke before the stabbing. Then there was Jordan, Blake, Felix , Lola and so many other people involved in our- I mean her life," Amy sighed.

"You were left out." the doctor concluded.

"I was kicked out." she retorted.

"It might not have been intentional but I was." She added. The doctor leaned back in his chair straightening his glasses and analysing his patient.

"Was it Crystal?" he asked and Amy shook her head no.

"It wasn't her. It was never her. She always called me first. If she was sad, confused or just being her, she always called me. We always talked." Amy choked on her tears.

"We...always talked." She whispered and broke down in very noisy wails of grief.

The doctor added to his notes.

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Hands were every where on her body roaming and caressing all the dips and curves in ways she had dreamed of. She had his hands in her hair and his lips were moving every where. She was in a dream she did not want to wake up from. The curly head moved up her stomach over her chest and he landed a sweet kiss on her lips before pulling away breathless yet still hungry.

"Let me mark you," he asked hungrily.

"Oh, Mark," Margot gasped nodding enthusiastically and he dipped into her neck almost immediately giving her the gentlest of kisses hear and there, loving the little meows that left her lips with each contact. He buttered her up with so much pleasure that her body didn't tense up when his fangs descended into her neck marking her as his forever.

"I love you," Margot whispered and gasped at her revelation.

Mark grinned and kissed her when she started to blush.

"I know," he said, "I loved you first."

Margot couldn't have felt hotter at that very moment. This man, correction, this warrior, this beast could corrupt her world with the sweetest of things and make her go wild like a starved animal in heat at the same time. He was a walking contradiction between a good and a bad boy. And man! Did she love it!!

"I am glad you didn't get hurt the other day," he said and she froze.

"In that whole thing with the vampires," he clarified and she pulled her shirt lower to cover her stomach. She put some distance and moved up to the head board.