Love thicker than blood

Chapter 4: Eliza

As time went on from that night, we still remained close, yet not like before. We spent a lot more time together outside of our killings, usually spending most nights talking on my roof about whatever pops in our minds first. It had gotten to the point that I had found the courage to ask him out. It was an absolutely terrifying experience, and this is coming from the girl who has seen, and committed, multiple atrocities. It was around February and my friends ingeniously decided to have me write him a love note of some sort, and by write I mean they made a fake and forced me to sign it. Of course, I didn't know that it was just that since they told me it was for the yearbook. I only found out when he had confronted me about my feelings that night when we went to chat. I remember it like it was yesterday, but that's another story for another day. I don't want to waste any more of your oh so precious time. Besides, we only have a few minutes left in our interview. All you need to know is that he accepted, to my surprise, and from that point we were a couple.

Of course, things weren't that different. As you can kind of tell, we weren't exactly a traditional "couple". We didn't go on dates, unless you count that one dance Tori brought us to that we just treated like social hour between us, and we would rarely show affection in public. Both of us liked to keep our relationship a bit more private, and not in a perverted way, you creep! Our love was based more on trust than anything else, and even though we'd constantly insult each other, we knew we were just joking and that the other had our back at all times. Neither of us were really interested in being all sappy and romantic, so we treated it more as a partnership with a few benefits. In all honesty; looking back at what we had, we were a lot more like partners in crime than your typical cute couple, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

But, all good things must come to an end, and our grand finale was one for the books...

If my memory is correct, it was exactly a year ago when everything seemed to collapse. At that point, we were at the peak of our relationship, and I had thought nothing could possibly go wrong. But, as always, I was sorely mistaken. We had just finished out "exams" which would see if we would get into heaven or Hell, and our results were going to be announced that very day. As usual, I had went through my regular routine and rushed out the door in the vain hopes of being able to see him before we got to our class. Yet, he was nowhere to be found, and I just walked, utterly alone, listening to my music. "Where is he," I asked myself as I turned the corner "We always go together. Is he sick? Dead?" I began to panic, quickening my pace out of fear of the unknown. "No, no, no. Lord almighty, please don't let him be dead!"

I had made it to the front doors, barely able to breathe at that point, and ran faster than ever before. I continued to break down inside, pleading that I would be able to see him one last time before we possibly parted ways and said our final goodbyes. "Alex, please tell me you're okay!" I cried as I made my way to our desk, grabbing him by his shoulders. I waited for a response, but he kept quiet that entire day. At first I thought it was just nerves or he was anxious about where he would end up, but every time I tried to cheer him up as usual, he'd turn away and act as if I wasn't there. "Oh come on," I spoke quietly "What did I do this time?" Still nothing. He kept his distance from me the whole day, even when the results were passed out.

I began to tap my fingers on the table next to me, my heart seeming like it would leap out of my chest any moment. I knew where I'd end up, but it still terrified me. A life of eternal torture all because I just couldn't live without being a cannibal, I was doomed as soon as I got here. Not to mention how I got here. But, Alex was another story entirely. Sure, he would help me out with my murders, but that was only out of kindness, not blood lust like a certain ghoul who stands before you. He deeply cared for others, but he did have a tendency to push others, including myself, away and just hide from his problems. I wanted to ask so badly where he ended up, but I have a feeling it would only make,matters worse for me.