Damon is your enemy and has been for as long as you can remember. He has got this wicked smirk, soulless eyes and a God touch body. He's cocky with a psychotic personality, and a mouth created to tease. You are the only one who sees past this blessed man and notices his idiotic manner and beastly form. You hate him. He hates you.

You trashed his car, throwing rocks in all the glass windows, including the windshield. You slashed his tires and three to be exact, so that he wouldn't get insurance. Petty, just a little. You even cut through the leather fabric that covers the car seats and dig your knife into the cushion. And to finish off this scheme of yours, you set a fire inside of his car.

That was two days ago. Now you are in your car, trying to get away from Damon who is chasing you with another one of his cars. Ironic isn't it? Well believe me why does one need multiple vehicles. You speed up, cutting corners, over taking other vehicles and going through red lights. Damon is just as good of a driver and does the same things. You continue driving with him on your tail, when all of a sudden he makes a turn. You thought you were fine, but you knew this is Damon. And he never lets you off the hook. As you continue driving a car's tires screechs on the concrete and it's Damon. And Damon is in the same lane as you.

You see the anger in his expression, the darkest of view in his eyes and the look on his face that screams 'I will rip your goddamn testicles out of your body and strangle you with them.' He then starts driving towards you at full speed. With just a flash of your life you turn the wheel to the side and crash into a poll.

You hit your head on the wheel but you don't care and get out of the car, running for your life. You didn't go far before because you felt a force pulling you backwards. Damon grips your hair in his hand and pulls you back. He then slams your back against a brick wall with so much force you could have broken your spine.

"Why did you do it devil woman?"

His voice is dangerous. It is filled with potential of murderous thoughts. His face is filled with so much rage that it is so sharp it would cut your motion to speak. You know what he is talking about. His car. With one hand gripping your hair, the other is tight on your waist, keeping you in his grasp. His bodies cages you in, both your bodies colliding and yours panting against his.