#carnight

“I feel like we should get to know each other,” he whispered into the brunette’s ear, pushing her curls away from her face. A small laugh came from her pink lips as she brushed her lips against his ear, her voice low, sexy. He couldn't remember what she had said, but it was something raunchy, raw and he’d admit it slightly turned him on. Probably because the whole time he was with her he was thinking about her. And you know what? The thought of her whispering words like that to him… well, despite his humanity on off, he still wanted her.

It wasn't long until they found themselves drunkenly leaving the bar, walking down the streets of Heatherfield. Her laugh seemed contagious, fits of giggles spouting between the two as their hands entangled one another’s. There was a pause as he looked into her eyes, seeing the woman that had changed him in every way possible – it resulting in him crashing his lips upon hers, pretending that it was hers. Her soft lips that his tongue ran across, her hair that his hand moved through, her eyes that he was looking into as his other hand snaked around her waist – her low, sexy chuckle as he pushed her up against the wall.

Except it wasn't; it couldn't be her.

Which was how he was put into this position, where he was standing over the sobbing brunette he didn't even know the name of. Her brown eyes staring horrified as the few minutes that had passed between them. They were in an abandoned shop and she was sitting on the ground with her hands pierced with long shards of glass. Her quiet sobs rang in his ear as she begged him not to hurt her anymore – that she’d let it go, she wouldn't say a word. She just wanted to live – she had a son.

But that didn't matter to him.

In one swift motion, he grabbed a long piece of glass, piercing her stomach with it as one of his hands reached towards her mouth to muffle her scream. A sick, sadistic smile came across his face, relishing in the moment between the two. This was all he needed – it was everything he needed. He didn't need the stubborn brunette who turned his heart around; he didn't need her at all. This was it, just this.

So, there he was. He was slumped up against a wall while staring at the spot where the brunette was standing a few minutes ago. His crossbow was a few feet to the side of the empty spot and it’s possibly the only thing that would be able to kill the darklighter – the only thing to end his misery. If he were brave, he would’ve ended the misery in his heart a long time ago by stabbing himself with the weapon – but Henry was a coward. Instead he forwarded his advances towards the girl who held so much hate for him in her heart at this moment - he hoped that she would end it for him. But she didn’t.

Because it wouldn’t be her world without Henry in it.

Closing his eyes, his hands shifted towards his temples slightly massaging it as he attempted to digest what went on in the last few moments. What was it about her that made things so difficult? Why couldn’t she just shoot him, get rid of him, kill him and save him the despair? It was stupid – she was stupid. What else could be the answer? She fell in love with a man who held the darkest of hearts and to this day she still cared for him? Possibly loved him?

“This is fucking ridiculous…” he groaned to himself, waving his hand at the crossbow to disappear. Just when he thought he was able to throw out every bit of concern, care... love for Cassidy Carlyle, it came creeping back in. She was supposed to stay out, never seep back into his heart – he had no heart! At least that was the plan until the brown eyed brunette messed everything up. How? When she said that, his heart skipped a beat.