A/N: Sorry for not updating this story for the longest, but I really been having writer's block. To make it up to you all, here is a slight teaser of future events. Nothing major, just a teaser. I'll update in a week. Kisses!

"Christie, wait!" his hand reached out for the porcelain pigmented wrist before him, the smooth texture of the skin just beckoning for him to grasp it, "I'm sorry alright?"

"You little shit!" The silver haired goddess pulled away from his sudden touch of hands as she continued to move, her hard stomping echoing throughout the corridor of the embassy as her heels made a loud clacking echo, "FUCK OFF!"

"I didn't know about it alright!"

"Liar!" she stopped her walking to turn and face the blonde haired boy, face flushed with anger as hot tears trailed down her flushed cheeks. A look of astonishment becoming read upon his face, "You knew about it, don't fucking lie to me!"

"Christie please, I never knew about it!"

"I cannot believe I let down my guard and actually trusted your punk ass!" more walking ensued as the chase began, Eliot's Steve Madden ™ dress shoes beginning to scoff the polished marble floor as he made a dash to the woman, "I WAS SO FUCKING STUPID!"

"Christie, if you'll just let me explain!"

"You already said enough!" She vanished behind the rather large double doors of the hotel lobby and made herself invisible to the boy's eyesight, his intuition telling him to follow the assassin outside, not giving up on their little game of cat and mouse just yet.

"Christie, I swear I didn't know about my father's arrangement! I swear I didn't! I would never use you, you know that!"

"Do I really!?" She stopped her speed-walking, cold hearted eyes now gazing into the very pits of the teen's soul, "You already got what you wanted, so why are you still here? I gave you sex; I gave you what you were after form the start! GO THE FUCK AWAY!"

"Christie!" he made another attempt to retrieve the hand of the woman, only being returned with a hard slap to the face from her sister hand, a red hand print beginning to form as the boy's body came to a screeching halt.

"DON'T ELIOT!" She grasped his shirt collar and brought him to personal hearing distance, her voice no louder than a murmur as those same tears strolled down her face and unto his silk woven tie, "The only reason I won't kill you where you stand is because I love you. I'm saying this one time and one time only, I don't want shit to do with you, so you better take this as a fucking hint to leave me the hell alone."

"Chris…."

"Say another word and I'll slit your throat where you stand." her freshly manicured hands emphasizing her claim as she reached underneath her D&G ™ dress, the metal blade she always carried around with her hidden beneath the fabric of the clothing. "I mean it Eliot; stay the hell away from me. I was stupid to trust you and even more brainless to fall in love with you." She let go of his collar, the boy almost losing his balance as he took a few steps back from the sudden uninformed release, eyes not leaving the assassins, "I don't want anything else to do with you Eliot."

"Christie…."

"Eliot, this is goodbye."

"Please, don't let us end this way."

He received no response as the platinum haired assassin turned on her heels and began making her way down the Embassy steps, the only memoir the boy had of his love was the reverberation of her heels meeting the granite steps as they faded into the mixed sounds of the late night traffic.