Death. It is suppose to be peaceful, right? I guess none of us will know, until we have experienced it ourselves. But then again, who would of thought that falling deeply in love with someone, would end up with me experiencing something much worse than death. And definitely not peaceful. ----- He was a ruthless monster sent to kill me. A highly trained hunter. A man who made me believe him. Made me trust him. Made me love him. Twice. That however, would be the last mistake I would ever make. But just because I mention the word love, doesn't mean this is a love story. Like I said, he was a monster sent to kill me. And that's just what he did.