Many say that "Pain is beauty and beauty is pain," but I say, "Beauty is an illusion. One day, my beauty will fade. So promise me you'll still love me, that you'll still hold me, that you'll still dance with me in the rain. Even when my beauty fades, prove to me that love is much more precious to you than lust. Promise me that we'll forever be one."

What Deja needed was her guardian angel... little did she know he had other plans. The familiar became blurred into the mysterious, and morality as he led her down the path of darkness. - His grip deepened, "The night is yours to decide," he whispered, his voice a haunting melody in the darkness; soft yet demanding, "will you kill or be killed?" Warning: Mature language and scenes.