I obviously do not own any of the Cruel Intentions characters or storylines from the original movie. However, I do own new story plots and characters I make on my own.

Chapter 1

They say that love cannot be found in the souls of evil-doers. If only, they had known the two souls that were trapped in a hospital room somewhere in New York City.

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All I felt was pain as I slowly awakened from unconsciousness. I began to rack my brain as to where I was. Oh yes, Ronald and the moment of heroism I had towards that blonde bitch. If only Kathryn could see me now. Suddenly, I noticed a figure leaned forward from a chair on my right that had grasped my hand before falling asleep on my bed. I turned my head, as much as I could seeing as how I had a neck brace, to recognize this mysterious person. The figure shifted its head and I saw it was Kathryn. With as much strength as I had, I squeezed her hand lightly to wake her up. Like a cat, she pounced back and had to adjust her vision to collect her bearings. As her eyes shifted around the room, she finally settled on me and realized I had awakened. We stared at each other for a few beats before I broke the silence between us.

"We went too far." I stated.

"We did." She said.

Her eyes were red-rimmed and vulnerable to me. Where did the patronizing stare I was accustomed to? Why was she showing me mercy? She then turned her face away from my stare. I noticed her body had gone rigid and her hand squeezed mine more tightly.

"Why did you leave me?" She asked.

"Why did you push me away?" I rhetorically answered.

Her head snapped back in my direction and we began to stare into each other; trying to find the answers to our questions. We admitted silently after a few minutes that we knew the answers. We were yet again playing a game on each other. It was like gambling. It's hard to break old habits. We sadly smiled at each other at the predicament.

I pulled my hand away from her grasp and brought it up her face to stroke her left cheek. I felt her heat pressure rise up and gingerly used my thumbs to wipe away a few glimmers of tears that had appeared in her eyes.

"I love you."

"If you did, we wouldn't be here right now."

"So this is all my doing?"

"You're the reason why I'm in this god-forsaken hospital."

Silence continued to take hold of the room. Moments later, a ray of light appeared through the window shades. Our bodies instinctively twitched from the invasion.

"Did you think it was easy for me?"

"Can you honestly tell me you wished you could have changed the outcome?"

"I can't change overnight."

"And I could!"

"You were drifting away from me. What else could I have said to keep you from leaving?"

I stared at her trying to see if she was playing me again. She was breaking in front of me and my resolve fell away. I moved the palm of my hand slowly down her face till I reached the crook of her neck.

"I'm yours." I whispered before I forcefully drew her to me and kissed her with all the hidden love I stowed in my heart.

We fell back together into our world of darkness. A mingling of passion, secrets, and flaws. A world where no one lived except ourselves. Light was weakness. Light was a fake reality. Light could not support our souls like darkness. It couldn't handle our injuries, our flaws, and certainly not our need of revenge for being marked.

She pulled away after her need of oxygen triumphed over her need to devour me.

"Why did you leave me?"

I'll tell you this much. She was as persistent as they come. I decided to fuck all the rules we created between us and open up to her. I was already pretty damn physically injured. What more could she possibly do to make me feel more pain?

"I wanted to continue to feel for something, something other than our world. I wanted to know what caring for something innocent felt like…"

Her body jolted and moved away from me. Her cold façade was back on.

"But what I came to realize was there is no such thing as innocence in this world. I had tainted her; she was no longer good and perfect. And the fact that I had already become her ball and chain disgusted me. I became someone she could mold into a perfect boyfriend. What made her different from all the New York debutantes that tried to do the same? After racking my brain, I realized she wasn't different. I could never be hers to own." I paused. "I don't know why I saved her. I think there's some heroic gene in me I had no idea about. "

She smirked at the last statement and seemed to be happy with my answer. However her face fell soon after and she went into a long contemplation.

"How do you know I won't break you?"

"How could you possibly break me when I'm already broken?"

We exchanged our trademark smirks at each other. The intensity in the air was lifted and she relaxed herself.

"So how long am I going to be stuck in this fucking hospital room? I'm not going to be handicapped am I?"

"Well I did hear the doctor saying something about your spinal cord being severely fractured."

"I'm assuming from your tone that you're ecstatic with my predicament."

"Ecstatic doesn't even begin to describe my happiness."

I glared at her in response.

"Oh stop being such a drama queen. The doctor said you're going to make a full recovery. Don't be too happy. There's a lot of physical training you're going to have to go through before your back is completely healthy again. I think they said something about releasing you in a month or so."

"Sounds like I'm going to be bored out of my mind then."

"Not unless you want to help me plan our revenge on Dorothy."

"What did you have in mind?"