Devil's Angel

Chapter Seven: Psyhco

I know your wandering why we said goodbye. Why and how did I manage to fall in love with one of them men who was going to bring our destruction. It wasn't hard. I fell for his soft hands his rough voice. The way he'd believe in me. Fought with and for me. Death taught me so much in two years. He taught me life was worth living and worth fighting for an revenge was bitter but sweet.

Right now its morning. I've been hunting that bastard who destroyed my family. I knowing was going in the right direction but hunting him was like hunting a predator it was hard! He was good but I was better!

I pull my hair back into a pony tail, getting rid of the strands which fell into my eyes. Your probaly wandering how I'm tracking him. By his murders. Hes brutal. They are all the same. I being his only surviving victim. I don't know nor do I care if he knows who I am or if he knows I'm on his ass. I want him to feel scared alone trapped. I want him to be the prey in this because he is.

He doesn't even know how dangerous they have made me. He don't need to know not until he Drew's hes last breath. He will feel my pain along with every victim hes has hurt or killed.

I was trapped in that wardrobe for hours waiting to him to leave but he sat there on the couch and laughed for so long. His laugh makes me wanna hurl. It makes me sick to think he was so cruel! None of it matters. I'll find him and whatever that gets in between him and I will die.

Death knew it was eating me alive. He knew revenge was what I craved. He could probably taste how angry I was. Death being Death has traits, more so demonic and stronger than your average human. Some times I wander if he even was human. He healed fast, he was extremely quickly. His eyes changed and he was possessive, more determined. I chalked it all up to the fact he chose to be a lot of that the others well? Your guess is as good as my own. I was walked down a highway just walking why be weird! Cars parked on both sides, the smell of rotting corpses filling the air. Well whats new right? Welcome to the f*****g end, want a front roll seat so you can be the first one to kiss my ass? Mentally laughing at my own mental out bursts. Crazy doesn't even define me anymore. Before all this s**t years I was hospitalized dear mom and dad thought I had a mental break because i could hear her. My Angel. My parents didnt get one I guess they was to old and not born close enough to the end. Rachel. That's her name. Biblical and plain but she's neither! She's a cold. Rachel the angel she craves blood needs it. No she doesn't drink it but to spill blood now that's what she Needs she gets high off that metallic smell as soon as it oozes out. She's a b***h alright she's crazy psychotic b***h. And I Love it.