"Trust me If I ever wanted kill Malik I would do so already. But it would be boring to kill him. As mush I am…enjoying his little reactions that he sometimes has most of the time he is not that intense victim. Not long time ago he by himslef jumped to begging for mercy behavior…what’s funny with that kind of person if you cannot even expect that make things more interesting then most murders." Melvin replied with smirk. "There is no fun if there is no pushing on the edge of death. When you get things with no effort at all."
vampire slayerMelvin the next day started to pack his things boxes.
Malik held the knife to his throat, then dropped it. “I can’t do it… I can’t do it…” he muttered quietly, standing up. “I want to die so badly, but I can’t do it by my own hands… ” He looked at the knife. Maybe he should give it back to him, talk to him one last time before he went. Maybe Melvin would not be, but the VHS would be very happy to see him again…
He was almost done packing. he only left the most needed stuff. He will pack those when he find place to move into…so Malik won’t find him…Melvin honestly had no idea what he will do when he see Malik again…besides freak like Melvin should be alone.
Malik walked up to Melvin’s door, about to knock on the door. He hesitated, remembering Melvin’s strength. Maybe he wanted to hurt Malik for leaving him last night, or maybe he’d laugh at him for coming back to him. He gripped the knife really hard and wanted to throw it at the door, but instead knocked with his hand.
There was no word of respond but with his vampire hearing Malik could hear quiet weeping from the inside.