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..."What the hell?"...

Saoirse will awaken to the unwelcoming, unfriendly pressure of Destiny's cold steel barrel pressed up agains her face.

'God damn she's beautiful!' The uninvited thought consumes Dorian as he gazes upon her waking form.

"[b]You do realise I am here to kill you, right? A plan that's been coming together even since before the dance. You probably thought it some fairytale meeting predetermined by destiny right? Well wrong! This is destiny.[/b]" he nudges her with the gun. Dorian was once again cool calm and in control, this all coming unnervingly natural to him.
"[b]Why didn't you run? Or try to kill me instead! You even had the chance, it would have erased my name and given you a new one![/b]""
An agitation grew on his voice laced with a hidden disappointment.  

"[b]why?[/b]"

It wasn't said but was written clear within those cold steady eyes. 'Why instead did you sleep beside me.'

[h2]'[b]Click[/b]'[/h2]

The heavy metal hammer of destiny cocks back as Dorian readies his hungry gun. Saoirse can feel his steady grip faulter the slightest. 'Was that hesitation?'

[b]"open my sleeve, just do it."[/b]
Dorian commands as he leans out his empty arm, covered by his buttoned long sleeved black dress shirt.