"Amber..." He said softly.

"Don't fucking say my name, You psychopath." I spat through clenched teeth. Blood swirled around in my mouth until the point of making me want to gag.

"You know I did not mean any of it, love."

His blue eyes shown with sincerity and regret. I dug the sharp opener deeper into his neck. He didn't even flinch.

"A momentary lapse of sanity." He explicated. "You know that I am harmless." He said softly leaning into me. His sharp scent took its chance to caress my senses, to engulf me, to make me crave it more.

My senses were becoming jumbled. His scent was suffocating me and my grip on the blade was lightening.

No! My brain screamed.

"Come on baby, you know that I need you to make me better." He said trailing his hand down my neck.

"Give me your phone." I said sternly. His eyes darkened.

"No."

"I need it!" I screamed my grip returning.

"Then, take it." He snarled his eyes glowing with a sick desire of some sort. He was so normal... so perfect.

Guess, anything to good to be true, is to good to be true.

"What are we doing?" I asked between the silence. I watched the blood trail down the side of his neck. He remained silent. Something he was good at. I had scarred him because this dumbass threatened to rape me. He should've never said it and then we would never have gotten to this point.

Nonetheless, the gruesome abrasion could never taint his beauty. The next question was a long shot but you know what isn't with Atlas Knight.

"D-Do you want to... rape me or do you want to claim me?" I demanded breathing heavily.

What?! He was hot and it was a legitimate question. Because I thought that I felt something heated and animalistic between us. Something, that we both were eager to pursue. But, as soon as the words gave way I felt the acerbic taste of blood trail down from my lips.

His eyes darkened as he watched the blood slide down my chin. Before I knew it his lips were hungrily against mine. I couldn't stop myself. Our tongues intertwined in a twist of blood, desire and lust. A chill ran over my skin sending goosebumps through me. I dropped the opener to the floor. His hands gripped the bottom of my thighs, picking me up. My legs intertwined around his torso and my hands snaked into his hair. He bit down on my lip making me moan out into his mouth. The acerbic taste of blood played with my senses sending us both over the edge of sanity. I pulled his thick hair in return making him groan.

Our growls molded into wet groans of ectasy sending chills to my core. Our bodies collided with each other continuously creating a deep sense of want between us. He placed me back on my heels then turned me around. He pulled up my dress and began grinding his hard length in between my legs making a slight throb begin. I moaned out as his lips began their wet trail up my neck. He bit, sucked, licked and kissed my skin leaving marks along my nape. It was happening; I was loosing control. I was getting sucked in. I was going to the dark side. I needed to fight the lust.

I turned back to him, pressing my body hard against his. My hand went down the back of his torso to the back of his pants finding a rectangular shaped object. Phone. My eyes bursted open and reality struck. This wasn't right. It was sick. He had threatened to rape me. I grabbed his phone and pushed him away.

"Amber...I..." Atlas stuttered.

"Fuck YOU." I growled. "This isn't right! " I screamed pushing past him and running down the hall toward a door to the right. I opened the first door and threw myself inside. I locked the door behind me and emotionally shattered. I began kicking and screaming all while crying. I was disgusting. He was right. He wanted to rape me and less than 5 minutes later I was was making out with him willingly. My heart throbbed frantically. The weight of my life for the past month and a half crashed down on me. I wanted him with me. I wanted his presence and when I had it it made me irrational. All because I was lonely, slowly dissipating, craving attention, craving human interaction.

I didn't even know how bad it was until Atlas and I went out. I wanted interaction so badly and I didn't care what I had to give up to get it. I was losing myself as I gained him.

"We are broken."

It took me a while to realize that Atlas was talking to me. Just hearing his voice made me cry even more.

From our first date, I wanted him in my life. That is why I was screwed. I enjoyed his impulsiveness and insanity and for that I deserved this madness. My head wasn't on straight. I was delirious, to anyone else it would be easy to leave this person. Everytime he brought pain, pleasure would consume it before I could even recognize it.

I breathed in heavily while counting slowly from one to ten. I calmed the anxiety and pain that had consumed me and dialed the number of the only person who could get me out of this sick situation. It was also the only number I had. I took out the black card.

"Mist." I begged through trembling lips.

"Amber? What's wrong?"She demanded worriedly.

"I need help. Please come and get me."I didn't want to say more. I wanted to just disappear. I was sick.

"I'm coming."

Soon, afterwards someone was knocking at the door that stood behind me. I stood weakly looking straight at the dark wood door as if it would attack me.

"Mist?"

"Yes, beautiful."

"Is Atlas there?"

"No." Her answer was quick and I had no choice but to believe her. I didn't want to face Atlas, nevertheless, I didn't want to stay in here either. I unlocked the door and faced Mist.

"I-is he g-gone?" I inquired with fright in my voice.

"Yes." She repeated smiling sadly. I threw my arms around her and embraced her heavily. I couldn't let go. She was my only support at the moment and I was so close to breaking down. "Let us go somewhere for you to rest." She whispered gently. I walked beside her closely as we exited the dark hall.

"Where did he go?" I asked lowly as my eyes scanned his office reluctantly. I had to be ready for anything.

"He walked out as soon as you called me." She clarifed smiling at me with a hand on my shoulder. Mist was being really nice but I truly just wanted to go home and talk to Dane.

"Mist, I don't want to be rude but I really just want to go home." I said in a quiet voice. She didn't try to hide the regret in her eyes.

"I insist." She said. "This is my fault in the first place, I should've never let you in there. He...doesn't react well to strangers." She said sympathetically.

"I'm not a stranger..."

"No..." He dark eyes darkened to an ominous shade. "Please do not tell me you were number 50." She stated followed by a deep sigh. "I told him to stop. He's a fucking liability to himself. All because of his ...addiction...his fetishes." She snarled.

"What?" I asked with the sting of curiousity marking my skin.

"Let us go somewhere and I will explain everything to you."

Thirty minutes later, we are sitting in a cozy cafe. The walls are made of hardwood filled with frames of different parts of New York. The vibrant lights hang from the ceiling. Two long dark timber tables are stretched across the chamber with stools seated at them. I took a seat beside her on one of the black leathered stools almost falling off. Mist on the other hand sat gracefully like a queen.

A waiter came asking for our order.

"Two of your hot chocolate specials." Mist smiled to the woman.

"Explain."

"Atlas is a diagnosed Psychopath."

"Oh, really, I didn't know." I growled sardonically.

"He has in his words fractured 49 hearts before you."

"How?" I questioned incredulously.

"Even though I'm gay, doesn't mean I'm blind. His soft side is Prince Charming incarnate. Each woman usually lasts a month."

"How long has he been doing it?"

"For as long as I've know him. Since he was twenty two."

Four years.

"Why?" I exclaimed as the waiter sat down our hot chocolate.

It was in a large dark brown mug which was filled to the brim with foamy cream. I took a sip without blowing, letting the scorchingly sweet liquid slide down my sore throat. The taste was of rich dark chocolate accompanied with a slight spiced trace. It calmed my nerves immensely. This was all alot to take in.

"Because...he's psychologically dependent on being in control, having power."

"He's addicted to exploiting people." I said studying the foam of my drink.

She nodded slowly then continued.

"He enjoys knowing if they will come after him and when they do...he...breaks them." She ends with. She reached out touching my arm. "I am so sorry for allowing you to enter the room with that man. He can be absolutely heathenish at times."

"Yes, he can be." I agreed.

"You are a very strong woman." She said out of blue.

"T-thanks, why do you say that?"

"Because, you haven't broken down."

You don't know the half of it.

"He's ill-behaved. That's it. I'm a nurse. I have dealt with patients with ... cerebral...disorders before and all you can do is try to understand them in my opinion."

"That is wise, nevertheless, in Atlas's case...I believe you should stay away."

"I believe so too."

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I took Mist's monition to heart much to Dane's jubilation. I didn't think of him, speak of him, or anything of that sort. Life went back to normal and I was thankful for it. Atlas Knight was a wake up call that I needed.

He showed me that there a real wackos out there and I was naive. I had decided on a Sunday that it was all for the best. It had been a week and thankfully nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

I had spoken too soon of course. I was sitting in my bed writing an email to my mother. Yeah, random I know. I had just missed her all of a sudden. I was somewhat reluctant because I feared that she would see through my charade and learn that I had gone through something. As soon as I was about to hit send a new email popped into my inbox from...him.

I saved the email to my mother then stared at the subject line, Butterfly.

Without further ado, I deleted it and didn't think twice. Another week slipped by, what the email had said did come into my mind at times nevertheless, it was the right choice. If I had read it who knew what I would've done I'm a borderline dumbass when it comes to that man.

"Any mail, Nevada?" I inquired on my way to work one thursday morning. The skinny woman smiled brightly as she jumped to her feet. She was very vivacious I would give her that. I'm pretty sure she's healthier than I am.

"Yes, dear and it is all types of fancy."

She handed me a ivory hued letter with Amber Falls written beautifully on the back in sharp black ink. I didn't know that my name could look so stunning.

"Out of this world admirer?" She beamed from beside me. The jovial moment was soon destroyed when I noticed a tiny black butterfly perched on the top of the A of my name.

"You have no idea." I sighed shaking my head to myself. Was there no way to get rid of Atlas Knight?

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Surprise, Double Update! It's getting to be a crazy one.