Chapter 1

I know why I loved to kill. It's all I ever knew. I loved the blood, the screams, and the way I carved my name into each victims flesh. I may be psychotic or mentally unstable but I wasn't insane enough to love her. She was scared of me and I liked it that way. I liked the way she bore "Harry" right across her lower stomach. It suited her. I just never in my life loved anything other than killing. Ridley was just different; I was different and not like the different I always am. However, she made me feel a different that can only be described as heart wrenched love. Love that eats you up inside because you know it shouldn't exist.