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to the floor. The tooth collided with something mid-swing and missed its original target. Instead, the fang caught the skin between my breasts, as a hand tried to stop me. But, the force and speed of my strike was too powerful to stop, so the silver fang sliced a U across my chest and up into my shoulder. Crimson flowed from the wound in the wake of the silver fang. It cut through me like I was made of butter. My flesh hissed as if it were burned. The blue sapphire serum leaked from the fang and mingled together with my blood, as I screamed in utter agony clutching my chest.

My words were incoherent screams at first, as I doubled over. I didn't know what happened. How did I miss? But as my senses fought for control through the searing pain of the poisoned fang, I saw what caused my aim to falter.

Collin.

His blue eyes were wide and panic stricken. He was speaking, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. The pain was too intense to focus on anything else. His words sounded like babble, and made no sense to me. As I writhed on my side he reached for me. Fear clutched my stomach in unrelenting waves as his hands extended toward my wound with an expression of terror on his face. He kneeled over me with tears streaming down his face. I finally understood what he was saying. His unfathomable words suddenly had meaning.

He was screaming, "Ivy! What did you do?"

I recoiled, afraid of his touch - afraid of his words. My heart raced as terror shot through me. It was him. That demonic version of the boy I loved. He made me miss. His fist had collided with my hand and sent the fang on a shallow, but deadly path across my chest. My lungs sucked in air with quick pants as I tried to endure the pain. It didn't matter that the fang didn't pierce my heart. The end result would be the same, but this was a much more painful way to die. Instead of instant death, this would be a slow painful demise.

Pulling my bloodied hands away from my chest, I clawed at the ground, backing away from him. "Don't touch me!" The voice that rang in my ears sounded foreign even though I felt it rip from my throat in a panicked cry.

"Ivy," he pleaded, "Ivy, let me help you. Please." The urgency in voice said he knew my wound was fatal. He knew what I'd done, but the expression in his eyes said he didn't know why. His blue eyes were wide with fear as he tried to help me. The same touch I once longed for was now terrifying.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. Beads of sweat formed on my brow and trickled down my temples. The poison was no longer isolated in my chest, and I could feel it working its way slowly down my arms. As Collin reached for me again, I shrank back from his touch. He wasn't Collin anymore - he was Kreturus. I didn't want the demon near me. I couldn't stand the thought of him touching me with Collin's hands.

Sweat was pouring off of me as I became increasingly lightheaded. "I don't need your help! I know what you wanted me for and you can't have me. There's no point in trying to take Collin from me, you demonic bastard! You lose! My powers die with me!"

He didn't back away from me while I screamed at him. Instead he glanced around like he thought I was talking to someone else. Someone he couldn't see. Confusion, mingled with desperation, spread across his face, "Who are you talking to? Who do you think you see? Ivy, talk to me!" He tried to reach for me again, but he stopped when he saw the pain on my face, as I tried to move away from him. He sat on his knees, not knowing what to do with his hands, looking utterly helpless. His voice was weak, "What happened? Why would you do this?"

Every muscle in my body was flexed as I tried to manage the pain and failed. My eyes shut tight as I clenched my teeth. I felt like my flesh was burning where the fang had torn open my skin. The sapphire serum burned like other forms of evil magic, but differently than effonation. It felt like acid leaking into my body