True love can change you, make you a better person.

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So let's start out where Gus and Bex first met.

Gus's pov

I can't sleep. It's dark outside and nothing's open and I don't feel like being hungover in a couple hours so I'm gonna go take a soul. I'm a hit man. I make more bread than you could believe. People pay so much for a single kill. Especially for me. I'm good at what I do. I can keep you alive or have you dead in a motherfucking snap. However, sometimes I kill for leisurely purposes. Keeps my game sharp which is a plus. I don't need a weapon, I just wanna let out a little tension on this one.

I went up the fire escape from my hotel. I stay in the penthouse. Like I said, killing will keep you flush if your good at what you do. I climbed across a couple buildings and slipped in an open window that was probably on the fourth floor of an apartment complex. It's kinda funny when you think about it, if they would have took 10 seconds to close this window they would have seen the light of tomorrow. I have some rules though; I don't sexually assult or rape, I don't kill my 'family ', and I don't kill children. No matter what. I climbed through what I realized was the kitchen widow. It was pretty large considering I'm 6'3. I moved so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The apartment was tiny with 1 bedroom and a bathroom, plus a living space. So I went down to the bedroom at the end of the hall. My eyes permanently adjusted along time ago, I don't need to turn on the lights. I moved to the bed but I stopped. It was a male, possibly a child, and he was pretending to be asleep. I could tell by his breathing patterns. And I do not hurt children. "Your age" I started "what is it?" "I'm 23" he snarled, his voice was deep, he wasn't lying. I'd assumed he was a child based off of his size. He was tiny. He reached to turn on his lamp and I didn't stop him. He should be allowed to see the face of his killer. As the light spilled over his features I saw him far clearer. He was angelic.if it wasn't for his raspy British accent I wouldn't have believed he wasn't. He sounded like a hard smoker. "Get on with it" he demanded. "Excuse me?" "Will you please just kill me already, I know that's what your here for aren't you?" "You want me to kill you?"

"I'm just don't mind if you do, but um, would you mind choking the life out of me?" "Why do you wanna be choked?" I was beginning to feel a strange urge to protect him. Weird. He looked down and blushed. He's beautiful. Wait, no, I try to shake off the thought. His face turned pink "well, I kinda don't mind it I guess i-i like it, it feels kinda nice, you radiate radiate warmth, I bet your hands are w-warm t-too." How does a person feel the warmth of there goddamn killer. I shook the feeling and moved closer to him he didn't even try to fight back. He just let me. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pushed him back against the headboard of his bed. I started gently, I wanted to make this as painless as possible. I usually don't feel remorse, especially not for a stranger but...I hesitated, and I heard him moan softly. Awww, he purred like a little kitten, I couldn't help it and I lessened my restrictions on his airway and focused it on the restrictions of the blood flow instead to pleasure him. His eyes fluttered and I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Shit I'm sorry. " I will told him, releasing my grip on his neck.  I saw a purple bruise beginning to form. "What's wrong?" He asked with big blue eyes. "What's wrong? I was about to kill you!?" "It's not the first time." What how would he know that? "I'm very observant" he said, noticing my expression. He's suicidal. "Are you lonely?" I asked bluntly, he obviously wanted to be touched, asking me to strangle him. "If your not gonna kill me, just leave!" He snapped. "I'm not gonna kill you, but, can I stay for a while, you shouldn't be left alone, you..." He cautiously took my hand and pulled me onto the bed and for some reason I let him. "I promise I won't hurt you" I assured him. "I don't care" he said and feel asleep like nothing happened, curling slightly into my chest. He seemed comfortable , and it was honestly the least I could do, so I stayed.