Epilogue:

Sometimes I wonder just who I am. I don´t have any friends. It must be because I'm from another world. But I can't help thinking… Is there something wrong with me? Well there is a lot wrong in me but I've been trying to act normally. Maybe being wicked is something you simply can't hide.

I sighed and kept on walking. Maybe I just can't act normally… But at the moment I don't really care. The only thing that should be on my mind is Ashura.

Yes… Ashura should be the only one on my mind. He always tells me that. I don't have to think about others. They're weak and I am strong. I'm more beautiful than any the others. I am Ashura's… In the time I had been thinking I had reached his door and knocked.

"Come inside." was the reply, and I could tell from the tone that he knew it was me. I stepped inside and there he was, on the couch waiting for me. His jacket was open enough for me to see his long, white throat and the barely visible pulse on his veins.

He rose a little, now leaning on his elbow, and smiled at me, his silky black hair shining in the moonlight. "Come here." he said in a low voice that made my thoughts wander away. There he was. He wanted me. He had called me. But his eyes were emotionless. He could smile at me. He could say he loved me. He could hold me. But I knew he would never love me. Still, I smiled at him without meaning it. I walked closer without wanting it. Kissed his lips without loving him. Said "I love you" in a gentle voice that didn't sound like my own.

He leaned closer. It was his turn to kiss me, now. He made it deeper rougher. He wanted my body and I couldn't say 'no'. He was my savior. Without him I would be dead. I felt his weight on top of me, pushing me closer to the couch under us. Making me submit to his will. Dominating me with his actions and words, which were all lies…The night was full of his touches and my voice, and as you can guess, I didn't sleep.