"I'm going to kill him" Blue stated like he was talking about the weather.

My head swiveled so quickly, I stumbled in the grass.

I choked, "excuse me?"

He flicks some grass off the side of his shirt, as he massaged the bruise that was quickly fading under his eye.

"Should I go with decapitation? Or maybe make it look like an accident ...?" he muttered to himself.

"THOSE TWO THINGS ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT, HOW DO YOU MAKE A DECAPITATION LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT?" I bellowed at him as he looked up at the sky, not even listening to me.

"Or I could go with violent stabbing ..."

Because that's a normal thought.

"Balder, you are not killing anyone, especially Daniel, at most I'll let you do severe damage to the body, no face shots" I stated seriously.

"He hit me in the face-"

"Are you seven?"

"-and he tried to push up on my girlfriend. If you won't let me hit him in the face then I should get to impale him" he shrugged down at me.

Cue choking, "did you just say impale?"

"I'm thinking lamp post, or broom stick ... aim for breaking his heart, since you refused to do it" he snapped at him.

"Oh here we go," I rolled my eyes, "I apologize for not being able to reach my hand up his ass and grab his heart and then squash it" I mocked him.

"You squash everything else with your fat thighs, why not his puny heart?" he sighed.

My jaw dropped.

Talk about passive fucking aggressive.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TRY TO FAT SHAME ME RIGHT NOW?" I growled as he glowered down at the grass stain on his jeans.

His sharp eyes finally connected with mine and it was in that collection of seconds, known as a moment, that I realized with my deepest regret ...

I should have kept my damned mouth shut.

The fire that was literally blazing in his eyes like the gates of hell, were now solely and furiously pointed at me.

Not Daniel. Or his yeast infection of a brother. Hell, not even the worm of a woman that he married. But at me.

Straight at me.

Like an arrow. Or a knife. Or a sword.

Never have I wanted to literally suck my words back out of the air, but now I was feeling the full flames of regret.

And they were a bitch.

He was about to come for my entire life, essence, and being. And what could I say? It wasn't me?

Lies.

It was all technically my fault if we really dissect this whole issue.

I mean I stomped away like a child. I pretty much made him confess his ... feelings (or whatever he has) to me. I then proceeded to beat up his brother and ex-wife, on principle of course. And that led to Daniel bulldozing me. Punching Blue. Then finally making his feelings about me known, which I wish he could suck back out of the air.

And from the murderous glare on Blue's face ... maybe I hadn't handled the entire situation with grace and elegance, or ball crushing rejection, like he wanted.

But what the hell was I suppose to say?

At least from my side of the court I thought Daniel and I hated each other. I mean, come on! I set the kids hair on fire once ... by accident, and poured acid on his car ... on purpose.

But I guess now looking back at things, I was technically always the aggressor, and he did just take it.

I was just shocked is all!

That came completely out of the blue for me ... although Blue did try to say something, which I guess is going to be his ace retort, from the look on his face.

UGH! Why can't we just have nice moments? I mean we told our true feelings for one another, and I did something unbelievably kind by beating the shit out of his family members!

If anything this is all Daniel's fault!

And really if we think about it, it's kind of all Blue's fault.

I wouldn't have gone to the ball with Daniel if he hadn't been such a little bitch, and I wouldn't have spent all that time with Daniel letting that freak in a leotard get close to me if Blue hadn't dropped me ass first then flew off, AND if Blue hadn't forced me on this fucked up field trip, I wouldn't have snapped and Daniel wouldn't have even gotten near me.

My eyes flashed over to Blue, who was still glaring heavily and breathing just as hard.

I blinked at his aggressive stance.

I bit my lip and sighed, I slowly walked up to his hard as stone body, and slipped my hand on his cheek. His breathing hollowed.

"I forgive you" I sighed sweetly.

His breathing stopped all together.

His eyes actually went completely over black, like a demon on the cast of Insidious.

His hand latched down on my wrist with the force of a cinder block. "What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Me" he snapped like a rabid dog.

Maybe not the best choice of words. Okay Katrina lets de-escalate this situation, before he starts his little evil mono-

"Katrina fucking Justice, you are the bane of my existence-"

How did I know this was coming? It was a fight to keep my eyes steady on his face and not rolling internally around in my head.

"-you think you can do whatever the hell you want, as you prance through the daisies of your demented little world. While, sniffing your fucking clouds and petting your damned baby lambs that bah all the damn time-"

Safe to say he was so angry he was making shit sense.

"-But in the real world-"

Shit's not a game. BLAH. BLAH. BLA-"OWWW!" I hollered as his grip got unbearably tight.

"Are you mocking me?!" he bellowed.

"Shit was I speaking aloud?" I blanched.

His whole face went blank. I'll take that as a yes.

I gave a small guilty smile, "my bad" I muttered as I heard the joints in my hand cry out in pain.

"You know" he started with a baffled, psychotic chuckled, "you never stop amazing me. I mean how dumb can you actually be?" he spat.

Now, I know I should just take the verbal beating and let it go, but ...

"Listen, I know you're pissy that Daniel said all that shit, but can you stop acting like a jealous little bitch for five minuets?" I hissed.

The light that shone in his eyes should have been my stop sign. Don't say anymore. He's not fucking mentally stable.

But I like to push those boundaries, don't I?

"Maybe, just maybe, if you got your head out of his do-gooder ass, you would be able to see through his bullshit, we wouldn't be arguing in the park" he growled.

"MAYBE WE WOULDN'T BE ARGUING IN THE PARK IF YOU HAD LET ME STAY IN BED LIKE I ASKED INSTEAD OF PUTTING ME IN THE PRESENCE OF THESE TWO JACKASSES!"

"MAYBE I WOULDN'T HAVE PUT YOU IN FRONT OF THESE TWO JACKASSES IF I KNEW YOU WEREN'T THE DUMBEST JACKASS!" he bellowed back.

No matter what you're up against, you need to know fighting words.

He just dropped fighting words.

No matter the odds, fighting words are fighting words. So you fight.

Even though I'm going to get my ass handed to me.

I tried to kick him ... honestly anywhere, my foot would land, would be a miracle and a blessing, but of course that couldn't happen.

This freak of nature somehow was able to slip him whole arm under my leg, and now had me balancing/ dangling on my one weak ankle as my other leg was stuck in his steroid grip that was clutching my leg, way above her stretching point.

He had my leg gripped tightly and yank, sending me forward into his body.

From an outsiders point of view, we probably looked like a weird couple that was trying to play dirty dancing.

But I knew.

Shit was stretching that hadn't been stretched since high school.

"OW. OW. OW. OW" I hissed out as my weak ankle wobbled under my weight.

Shit was about to start snapping dangerously.

He penetrated my personal space as his creepy, glowing, pissed eyes shot through my own and made my soul wither.

"I will destroy you. The way I may feel can be easily changed. You will not disrespect me, Katrina. You will not-"

I used the only thing in my arsenal.

An old dirty trick.

I straight up licked him in his face, making him freeze in complete bewilderment, just like it did when we first met.

Suck it bitch.

I glared harshly back, "shove that 'my balls are bigger than yours' speech for your little Marvel's Adventures buddied. You will not dominate me in this relationship. I'm calling bullshit on the whole thing. So save your little monologue for the next Marvel movie, when I have popcorn, and I give a shit" I hissed back in his face.

He was still frozen as he dropped my leg back to the ground.

That's what I'm talking about.

You have to be strict but fair with these men. They're just like dogs, you have to teach them who's alpha in this bitch and they will fall in line just like a good-

"Run".

My whole world stopped spinning.

"W-what?" I choked.

His whole body was practically pulsing with energy, and a very very dark anger.

"Run. Now"

Que the nervous sweats.

"W-what? Blue, I'm not running from you" I tried to make my voice sound strong, and not like I felt I was speaking with the lord of the underworld.

Blue's whole body looked to actually be growing, his voice had literally gotten deeper. Huskier.

"3"

"Fuck this I'm not-"

"2"

I took off so fast, you would have thought I ran in the Olympics.

My feet were flying through the grass, and I could easily hear the rip the came from the bottom of my dress.

"Bl-Blake? You need to calm down!" I heard Carter's voice shout out.

He must have gotten up after my earlier ninja attack.

I turned just in time to see his body crash and splinter a tree.

My feet actually moved faster. The building was only across the street, I could make it there.

Just got to make it to the-

"Katrina" his voice shouted like the demonic villain he was. Literal pee.

When I say hauled ass.

I mean track all star team, hauled ass.

My palms landed heavily into the glass of his building, not being able to slow myself down at all. I could see the lights in the building flickering.

Hell, my lights were flickering.

"Shit. Fuck. Damn" I screeched as I tried to open the doors to the building.

I tumbled inside, where the whole place was barren and empty. Fucking fridays, where no one comes in to work here, and no one can act as a human barrier to the monster I just unleashed.

My eyes shot to the steps.

I'd rather die.

I propelled myself forward to the elevator as I jammed the hell out of the button.

The button lit up as the elevator slowly trucked its way down to me. The lights flickering as Blue no doubt strolled his way towards the building like the merciless killer he is.

Could I keep my mouth shut for five seconds?

I mean just five.

He was talking about killing Daniel, and instead of selling tickets and making signs for his death match, I just had to go and demand he not kill the asshole I wanted to kill in the first place.

I could literally feel my stomach twisting into knots as the elevator dinged for the 2nd floor, just one more floor to go-

The front doors smashed open violently.

I could actually feel my life slipping away from me, as Blue stood in his torn at the seems shirt, and his grass stained clothes.

His eyes shining like the sun as the slapped into my skin.

The lights flickered once before burning to brightly, I thought I was going to need to squint.

I deserve this death, I deserve-

The elevator doors opened, and I threw my body in, and repeatedly slammed the close door button.

The doors slowly slid shut, as the most bone chilling voice echoed threw my mind, "I'll meet you there" Blue's voice rumbled out, clear enjoyment of my shitting-myself fear in his voice.

I actually wanted to throw up, I was so scared.

I quickly pressed the penthouse level button for Blue's office.

My heart was literally punching me in the chest, over and over, as the numbers climbed higher and higher.

My heart was practically in my throat, I was tasting blood, regret, and electricity.

The doors of the elevator slowly slide open.

The lights were bright as I sprinted over to Blue's office.

As soon as I stepped inside the lights went completely black.

I would like to say that I froze and didn't move because of the predator that was in the room.

But that would be a lie.

I screamed so loud I'm pretty sure people in Africa heard.

Suddenly the lights popped back in and standing no more than a breath away from me was Blue. His shirt completely gone. His eyes bright white and gold as they shot threw my skin. He wasn't breathing, but just staring down at me.

Jokes on him though, if he thought he was going to catch me to kill me, it was far too late for that.

Because in that moment when the lights came back on, and my vision came face to ... chest with his burning eyes, no more than a centimeter from my face, my soul slipped out of my body and away.

Heart no longer beating.

Air no longer flowing.

Because this shit head just scared the living shit out of me.

If he thought standing there would stop the screaming I had started, he was dead wrong.

I opened my mouth and proceeded to wail a terrified screech straight into his face, as my body slowly regained consciousness and any sort of functioning.

He slapped his hand over my mouth, stopping my screams immediately.

Literally could not breathe.

He leaned down as I proceeded to breathe like a dying hippo. His lips brushed against the side of my face as his mouth approached my ear.

"You're in trouble Katrina" he muttered, his accent thicker than I'd ever heard it.

He took a deep whiff of my skin, "I can smell the fear on your skin" he murmured.

My eyes were about to roll into the back of my head. " You can either undress yourself or let me do it" his deep voice shot shivers down my body like an arrow. "But I think we'll have more fun if I do it" he growled as he long fingers clamped down on my waist crushing my body to his.

My breathing stopped, yet again, completely.

This sick creep was getting off on my true fear of death.

I eyed the pen on his desk.

I slowly slipped my hands up his chest, and guided our bodies back against his large table, "If you want it ... you'll have to fight me for it!" I hissed as my hand wrapped around his no doubt expensive pen and stabbed it into his arm.

I took a step out of his embrace as he eyed the pencil that was jutting out of his bicep.

He looked down at it, then up at me, with a face that said 'Really?'.

He gave a dark chuckle, but I was already sprinting into the side door that connected his apartment to his office.

I stumbled through the door and went straight for the kitchen, a new feeling rushing through my body.

One I liked.

He flickered infront of the kitchen entrance just as I skidded into it, "that was a dirty trick" he chuckled darkly his eyes burning bright on his face.

I picked up the toaster and launched it at his face.

He dodged it easily.

"I'M NOT SOME PLAY THING YOU CAN GO SPRINTING AFTER THROUGH THE STREETS, DAMNIT! I HAVE FEELING!" I screeched as I launched a large spoon at him.

He caught it, "I wouldn't go chasing you if you knew how to keep your legs closed, especially to disgusting do-gooders" he growled lowly at me.

My anger spiked yet again, as I reached for a pan and threw it, making it bounce off his leg. He growled at me warningly, "SCREW YOU! SO WHAT DANIEL LIKES ME? ITS NOT LIKE I SLEPT WITH HIM OR SOME BULLSHIT!" I launched a fork, "YOU'RE THE DUMBASS I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT!" I screamed as my eyes landed on an expensive looking glass vase that was carrying flowers.

I grabbed it and raised it over my head ready to turn and fling it when Blue's large hands wrapped around my arms stopping them.

When did he get so close?

He shoved my body, roughly (no shock) against the counter and pinned me there as he glowered down at me.

"I fucking said some important shit and the first thing you do is run away from me, how the fuck am I suppose to feel?" he hissed.

I blinked shocked, "YOU NOW BELONG WITH ME, I COULDN'T LET THAT ASS CHEEK DUO FLAUNT LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF YOU! NOT AFTER WHAT THEY DID!"

"I COULD GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT EITHER ONE OF THEM. I CARE THAT STAR SPANGLED BANNER SAYS HE FUCKING LOVES YOU AND YOU STUTTERED LIKE A GODDAMN SCHOOL GIRL WHO DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE SOME WHO LOV-" he stopped abruptly.

We stood there just staring at one another, our breathing heavy.

Our eyes hard, but then something happened.

What always happens.

That spark of his slithered from his hands, and connected into mine, my body went rigid as the feeling of need ran through me.

I could see the shock in his eyes, but I could see my reflection better.

My eyes were shining like his, just as bright.

We collided like a train.

The vase slipped out of my hands, and crashed to the floor, but neither of us heard it. It wasn't in the same world as us.

His hands slid under my butt as he placed me on the kitchen counter, my legs immediately wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

His fingers were like sharp zaps of electricity that warmed my body as they dug into my skin. Gentle but rough all at the same time.

But as his lips continued to devour mine, as our bodies continued to get closer and closer, something different was happening between us.

It was like that vague connection we had before was being cemented. Thicker and stronger as we struggled in each others arms.

His hands came up to the back on my dress and pulled the seams apart like they were nothing. The cold air bit at my skin, but it was immediately corrected by his naked chest crushed against mine.

God, I needed to be closer.

I need .. more. And I needed it now.

My nails raked down his back, causing him to let out a painful groan, that had him scooping me closer and easily carrying me through his apartment.

We were in the bedroom no longer than seconds later, but it felt like years.

I was drowning in him, but his electricity was shooting through me keeping me alive, and breathing.

He shoved us both roughly into the bed.

He completely ripped my bra away from my body leaving me bare, but I couldn't think about that.

All my mind could register was the way his large hands cupped me, my back arched, I needed to be closer to him. I needed it. Now.

My hands tore at his pants, leaving him completely naked in front of me. We both looked down at the same time.

His face was one of pride.

Mine. Fear. "Will that fit?" I asked nervously, as he seemed to swell more with pride.

"This is my shining moment, but before we do anything, I have to tell you something" he stated as he settled himself over top of me.

"It'll hurt?"

"Probably"

"You're a virgin?" I snickered.

"You caught me" he deadpanned. "No, I-I've never had this connection with someone else before-"

"Yes I know, I am special, and you lo-" he slapped his hand over my mouth.

"So, I should warn you once we do this, I'll become more ... of my suppressed self. Less ... controlled" he stammered.

"Are you less controlled now?"

"Yes, bu-"

"Then shut up and take my underwear off. Or are you now going to reveal that you're a virgin?" I snapped.

"God, shut up" he hissed before slamming his lips back down on mine.

And that was when I can officially say I was struck by lightning, over and over ... and over again.