Meant to be

Prologue

There's always two sides to every story. Two sides to a person. Two sides to a lie. Two sides to the truth. There is two sides to almost everything around you. I'm kind and caring but don't let yourself get so easily manipulated by me. I will sense that weakness and I will use it. As I said there's always two sides, and there is definitely two sides to me. Two sides and there's only one you want to see. Pick carefully.

'Plea-please he-help me' the voice echoes through the dark and freezing alleyway.

'Oh dear, what do we have here?' He smirks down at her, it's easy prey he believes. 'Need help darling, what happened?' He slowly crouches down as he listens to her blood pump through her body making him smirk wider

'I-I do-on't re-remem-ber' she stutters. A sign of weakness he believes as he watches her body close in on it's self

'Well I can help' he pauses and licks his lips 'but you might not like the help I offer doll' with that said his eyes go red and his teeth extend sharply

He Leans over to begin his feast but something prevents him. As he's hunched over her body, he feels an excruciating amount of pain radiate through his body and when he looks down on him self he knows why. He's been shot with Verain, it's a drug commonly known to him. It's like a venom in his body and he knows it's slowly killing him

He crumbles to the floor, he's gasping, trying to relieve the pain. He watches at the girl laughs and stands tall above him lifting the gun to his hand as she smirks down

'Who-who are you?' He whispers

'Thats for me to know and for you to die wondering .... Doll' with that the final deathly shot is unloaded from the gun and lodged to his head. It's not long until there is only ash remaining

'Time for dinner ' she speaks to herself