The Demon's Girl

Chapter 22

Kim's p.o.v

Alex glared angrily at me, the flames licking away at the walls behind him, a gun held in his hands. "This ends now," he growled at me. Patrick stood in front of me and glared daggers at Alex in return. "You'll have to get through me first, Winston."

I hugged Patrick's waist and rested my head on his shoulder. "Alex, don't do this. We're best friends. I know you better than this," I pleaded with him.

"Forget it, Kimberly. When I set my goals on something, I do it," Alex said to me, pointing the gun in my direction. "Right now, I want you dead."

"Why?" I yelled at him.

"Because you chose Patrick over me!" He yelled at me. "I've been in love with you since we were kids, but you never loved me back. Just as Fall Out Boy takes off, you get all mushy mushy over Pillsbury doughboy over here!"

He smiled at me, a smile so creepy it sent shivers down my spine. "Remember all thise girls I ever dated? Brittany Kings? Madison Stone? Emily Myers?" He questioned me. "You want to know why they mysteriously disappeared and never came back? It's because I killed them. I killed everyone one of them. Slit their throats and cut open their stomachs, eatibg away at their guts. And did I love it!"

"You're sick," Dean said to him.

Alex shrugged and held gun at me. "Maybe I am. It doesn't matter now, Kimberly. We'll be together in the after life. I'll make sure of it."

Alex fired the gun and the bullet shot through my chest. I cried out in pain and fell, but Patrick caught me before I hit the ground.

"Kimberly!" Patrick yelled.

"There's more where that came from, honey," Alex said.

I saw Dean pick up an iron crowbar and bashed it on Alex's head, making him disappear. "Patrick..." I whispered to him.

Patrick looked at me and cupped my face, smiling. "You're going to be fine. I promise," he assured me  "You drank a good amount of my blood,  so you'll heel."

I smiled weakly at him, taking his hand in mine. "Alright, we need to leave. This place is coming down fast," Sam said.

Patrick picked me up bridal style and we all ran out of the building as fast as we could. I held on tightly to Patrick, my head spinning and the pain surging all through my body. I was in so much pain that I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes and fell into darkness.

Patrick's p.o.v

Kim went limp in my arms, her eyes closed. I ran outside and opened her truck door, seating her in the passenger's seat. "How is she?" Brendon asked me, panting.

"She's fine. The blood is starting to kick in. She should heal in no time," I told him. I looked ovet at the burning factory and saw Alex walking out of the burning building. "I'll make you regret the day yoh took Kim away from me, fat ass," he hissed.

I walked towards him with my hands stuffed in my pocket."Alex, we don't want any trouble," Sam said.

"Stay out of this. This had nothing to do with you," he snapped at them.

"For once, he's right. I can take care of him," I said. "He's nothing conpared to what I can do."

Alex clenched his fist and threw a fist but I caught it in time and twisted his wrist. "Let's make one thing clear: I don't like to share. Kim is mine, and mine alone. No one can have her but me."

I took out my other half out of my pocket and held up big clump of his black hair. My hand was ignited with fire, his hair turning into a pile of nothing in the flanes. I watched as Alex's body glowed and then disappeared into a flurry of fire sparks. "See you in hell, bitch."

It was silent and I sighed in relief. I turned around and saw Dean, Sam and the angel staring at me in surprise. "I'm sorry for the way I've treated you," I said. "It wad out of line and I apologize."

"No problem," Sam muttered.

I walked ovet to them and looked at Dean. "Go on. I know you want to punch me. Get it over with it." He looked at me  then at his boyfriend, and turned around and punched across the jaw. I stumbled back and held my jaw, rubbing it.

"That's for almost killing my boyfriend," he growled at me.

I couldn't blame him. I did nearly kill him. "You better leave while you can. Someone's going to come and inspect the damage."

"Right. Dean, Cas. Let's go." Sam dragged his brother and his boyfriend away, possibly going back to their motel suite. Brendon walked up to me and stated at the fire.

"So it's all over?" He questioned.

"Yup," I replied.

"What's going to happen with you and Kim?"

I shrugged. "Talk. That's all we can do at this point," I said to him. I backed away and walked to Kim's truck. "I gotta go. I'll call you, Brendon."

"You better, brother," he said.

I sniled and got into the car. I took the keys out of Kim's pocket and buckled us up, then started the engine and drove off back home.