Hello my dears, I just wanted to write something similar to In The End You Are My Beginning (Because I Discontinued it). I'm going to write at least three-four chapters before posting the next chapter so I can stay on top with everything and don't get writers block and if I do I can still publish chapters.

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The End Is Only The Beginning

Chapter 1: Stained In Crimson

Hush, hush, and don't make a peep

For we need a little angel to go to sleep

Hush, hush, and please don't weep

You are only falling into an eternal sleep

Ellen's Walker's POV:

The grey clouds seem to drop thousands of crystal droplets as my body shook from the cold, my white hair sticking to my face as droplets fell from the ends of my hair. A snickering akuma stood in front of me, the creature missing its left arm and having claw marks on its chest from the wound I had caused.

I listened as its soul screamed to be set free, its mummified form withering and screaming as I fought the urge to cover my ears. The akuma's scratchy voice broke away my concentration from its soul. "Are you going to give up, exorcist?"

I gave a slight cocky grin at the creature as I readied my metal claw. "I'm not giving up until you are set free."

I lunged at the creature, the creature doing the same in return. Its large black claws swinging at me from the right as I attacked from the left. Both attacks doing heavy damage but I won this fight when I heard the chains breaking from the akuma's soul.

The akuma soul said a quiet 'thankyou' before disappearing. I clutched my stomach and side, the akuma had caused four jagged wounds on my side and stomach that bled heavily. I began to walk towards the closet down but fell down when a wave of dizziness hit me, shaking my head and trying to push myself off the ground only to fall down again.

I growled slightly and forced myself onto my feet, trudging through the mud as the rain seem to fall harder. Slipping and landing on my stomach, which made me cry out. The mud entering the freely bleeding wound.

I rolled onto my un-wounded side and looked up at the dark sky, tears beginning to well at the corner of my mercury eyes.

'Is this how I'm going to die?'

I stared at the sky as rain pelted against the mud, my body shaking from the cold as my blood mixed into the mud, it turning a darker colour. I looked at my left hand as I slowly curled my fingers, my gaze hardening.

'I don't want to die; I need to live to save the akuma.'

Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to apply pressure to the wound, only to curl up into a ball when a wave of pain his me. I cried silently in the rain as the pain intensified slightly.

My limbs began to feel heavy from the amount of blood that had left my body; it felt like a rock had been place on my body and someone left me under it to die.

'…But if I did die, I could see Mana. No, he wouldn't want me to give up but I'm just too tired…'

My eyes began to feel heavy but I fought to keep them open as footsteps met my ears, I ignored them. Just staring blankly at the dark sky as a baritone voice met my ears. "Why is a fallen angel crying and curled up on the ground bleeding? I believe that a lady should die quickly and painlessly."

I looked at the owner of the voice to see a man to be in his twenties, around twenty-six. He had black-purple hair that was slicked back to reveal the black scars among his brow or if you wish to call them stigmata – the crosses reminding me of the thorn crown that Jesus wore when he was put on the cross.

His golden eyes shining like polished gold. His skin is as dark as freshly fallen ash. He was wearing a black tux that made him look higher class. His features made him look handsome and made me think that girls would fall for him just by him smiling.

He was beautiful and the enemy.

He was the forbidden fruit that was too delicious to not taste.

He was… devilishly handsome.

My thoughts halted by another wave of pain that caused a strangled cry to leave my parted lips. The enemy in front of me frown as he looked down at me. "Tell me Shoujo. What's your name and do you fear death?"

I looked up at him with teary eyes as I choked out my answer, uncurling from my ball slightly. "M-my names… Ellen Walker… A-and I don't fear death…"

I shakily smiled at him as he studied me carefully; he bent down to my form as the rain fell through his figure. "Pleasure to meet you, Shoujo. I'm Tyki Mikk and tonight I won't let you die."

My dulling grey eyes widen for a second before slowly closing as Tyki's figure began to become blurry. I slowly fell to unconsciousness as I heard my name spoken over and over again by the man next to me.

Tyki Mikk's POV:

"Ellen! Ellen! Don't fall to sleep! Shit!" Slithering my arms under her and picking her up bridal style, resting her head against my toned chest as I walked through one of Road's checkered doors.

I arrived on the other side of in a dark room. Walking further into the room and resting the unconscious girl on a king sized bed, which had black sheets and a dark purple doona. Leaving the girl in the room and walking off to go get Maitora - the thirteenth. She's the only one who can help her at the moment.

Walking down the many halls of the white ark and arriving at Maitora's lab, knocking on the door and entering. "Maitora can you help me. I have an injured… friend in my room."

I nearly missed what Maitora said because her voice was so soft that it could've been mistaken by the wind. "Alright, show me to her."

I didn't even question how Maitora knew that it was a girl that was injured. I turned on my heal and headed back to my room, Maitora behind me. I opened the dark wood door and let her in. Maitora went over to Ellen and began to treat her.

It is a shame that she nearly died; I really enjoyed playing poker with cheater girl. I hope I can play again and this time I may win. I chucked at the thought and waited for Maitora to finish and once she did, she took her leave.

I sat down next to the girl who remaindered me of a fallen angel, her scarred left side of her face and her white hair, which had traces of red in it from the blood that has soaked into it; her breathing was steady and no longer uneven. I smiled down at her as I muttered. "Why are you so fascinating to me, Shoujo?"

I watched her sleep for a while, making sure she didn't die because it would be no fun if she did. Also, there's just something about here that makes me want to protect her from anyone and everything.

My eye dark brows scrunched together as I pulled up a chair, watching her chest rise and fall with every breath she took in and let out. The bandaging covering her chest only letting me see the small mounds of her breast, her flat stomach and smooth milky skin. I had the urge to run my fingers over the skin, the soft milky white skin that I wanted to touch.

White hair.

Milky white skin.

And so pure.

For now that is.

I chuckled darkly as I reached up to her hair, stroking it gently as I slowly moved my hand down her soft skin. A shiver running down my spine as I rubbed the area next to her breasts, smirking slightly as my mind seemed to wonder to a more intense direction.

I pulled my hand away as I sat back in my chair, breathing slowly to get rid of the slight ache in my groin. How does she make me feel this way? No other woman can so why her?

I shook my head as I tried to stay calm and clear my thoughts; she's so beautiful and so rare, which make her mine.

All Mine.

I smirked as I looked at her sleeping form. She will be mine one way or another and don't you worry little girl, you'll love every bit of what I give you.