Iliac Bethel is on her way to become a criminal psychologist when reaching the final year, she is given a task to go deep in the mind of a psychopath. Ask questions to understand them better. She knows there is only a thin line which distinct them from sanity. The question is simple, What does it take for a psychopath so obsessed with the scent of blood that it would become a need? And the answer might be staring right at her in the face in the mirror. Tate Wilder just might find his insanity in a body after all.

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." *********** Dean Woodland left two years ago before his last year of high school without a word, without a note but now he's back to take back the belonging he left behind. *Completed*

For as I breathe because you live, You live, hoping I too breathe, Oh the Beautiful Ruins He have turned us into, For I can never stop loving you... *Completed*