A Hollow Death
It was cold, dark blood all over the snow, tainting the serene purity. Like that of a virgin losing what they hold dear. I could taste a metallic richness, that was sour and sweet, trailing down my quivering chin. I fought the urge to cry, the pain beyond excrutiating, a twisted blade bit my abdomen and I looked into the cold, yellow eyes of the devil.

"Why?"

I sputtered out more of my life's very essence, determined to look him in the eyes, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Not in front of him, never again. His thin pink lips pulled into a smirk, the kind that would send anyone in a tizzy of fear...and in my case arousal. I remember when we first met, he was walking through the marketplace, people passing him by as if they couldn't see him. How could they miss him, I used to wonder. It plagued my mind for the longest time, when he confronted me, taking my lips as his own. I fought him then, a condescending smile shone much like the one that faced me now. He stood, proud and straight, the very symbol of power. An extravagant spread of raven feathered wings broke from his back, the span long enough to shield any prying eyes of our confrontation. Those wings used to tenderly brush my skin, I could still feel the goosebumps that would travel all over my body when we were at our most intimate.

A burning and piercing feeling erupted throughout my being, biting back the cry of pain that threatened to escape, only further injuring myself as the dry skin of my chapped lips split. He only smiled wickedly, seemingly pleased with the action.

"Why not, Makoto-chan?"

The air was tense, cold, and the wind tore at my skin, my flesh becoming cold and slightly blue-tinged. I felt angry, and hurt. How dare he treat me as such....

"You Bastard."

A coy eyebrow raised at my statement and with a slow shift of his wrist, he ravaged the insides of my body, taking pleasure in the soft whimper that managed to escape, despite my attempt of keeping face. 

"It was never meant to be Makoto-chan."

The world was hazy around the edges of my vision, and a frightful dullness reached my senses, like drowning. Shaking my head slightly, I cleared it for a moment and slowly reached for the last kunai I had managed to save, the tip laced with deadly poison, made especially for him. Demetri. The Darkling/demon half-breed. Most wanted throughout the country, killing many with little to no hesitance, raping small girls and boys, then slitting their throats as they experienced their first true orgasm, taking great pleasure in the sounds of  desperation, as their little bodies fall limp, covering both him and themselves in blood. Bastard. How could I have fallen for him? I asked myself that question for many sleepless nights when he wasn't around to entertain our needs. I knew something would have to be done, my mission had not been completed by the set deadline....I couldn't muster the courage to kill someone who made me feel real. I should have done something, instead I sit here, my stomache torn and destroyed, my conciousness quickly leaving me, with him standing above me with that sadistic grin.

"You look so beautiful covered in blood, Makoto-chan...."

I could not suppress the shudder that enveloped my body, both from remembrance of how velvety his voice sounded in my ears, and how sick his words were. They grated against my nerves.

I had to act now...else I would slip before I could do anything. I had to hurt him, to get him to stop...there was something he needed to know....

Gritting my teeth, I prepared myself, then with the last of my adrenaline, a rush of speed, he gasped in surprise. I cried out, coughing blood all over his beautiful pale skin, still very much the dark angel that had taught me to love in the long hours of the night. Tears spilled from my eyes, my body was cold and quickly becoming numb aside from the pain that shot through my spine due to the blade that was jutting out from my back. Cutting the sinews of muscles, the delicacy of flesh, the very bones of my body. I smiled when I heard him let loose a grunt of pain....damn, it wasn't deep enough the long slice that had been slashed across his chest, the poison slowly taking affect. Bastard would live from it.

With much remorse and a touch of vengeance, I whispered in his ear,

"Demetri....I was with child..."

The last thing I saw as I slid off the ragged blade was the look of horror on his face as the weight of the truth became clear to him as snow began to fall over my lifeless body.