An unfamiliar ceiling and a warm feeling on her hand welcomes Elena as she opened her eyes, all she remember before passing out was Voltaire, the snarly demon. Looking at her side where the warm feeling came from, she saw him holding her hands, the right side of his head is pressing on the bed. Elena can clearly see the tear stained face of his but she doesn't want to think about it. Maybe he experienced a real bad day and it frustrates him and cried, venting his feelings on someone who can't hear him. She doesn't know but she assumes that is the case, her head hurts to be thinking why he cried. 
" You're beautiful when sleeping" she whispered as she is looking at him, taking in every details of his face. From his long lashes, well drawn eyebrows, cream colored smooth skin, with a mole on his left down side of his eyes, perfectly not so pointed nose, shiny pink plum lips and his medium cut chocolate brown hair. She may not know why she wants to remember it all but she still did anyway. Looking at him, may drive her insane. 
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“Who's that?” Elena whispered as she looks at her photo with a boy at the background sitting on a bench and he looks like around her age. The boy was reading a book and is caught on the photo looking sideway.
“I know that book” she said and yes, it is the book the Scorch was looking at the café, she wants to read it too. Nevertheless, she can't stop looking at the boy even though his face is not fully shown.
“I wonder if I can meet him at the café ?, then maybe I can borrow the book and have his number?” she laughs at her own silly thoughts without knowing that the boy that caught her eyes is watching her and he is thinking if she finally lost her mind for suddenly laughing all by herself.
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" Voltaire, wake up" she said while caressing his hair. 
It's smoother than it looks like, wish we could stay like this for a little while
But it seems like the time didn't agree to her as Voltaire opened his eyes slowly, and looks at her with his black eyes that shines like the sky at night. 
Eyes that can make me think about tomorrow and eventually look forward to it
"hi" she whispered to him with a shy smile on her face
"hi" he replied with a very gentle voice, calming her the moment she heard it. Like the soft sound of the warm wind and like some music, a lullaby before her sleep. She doesn't know what is happening to her, she didn't feel anything like this before she passed out. She only know one thing is for sure, the demon in front of her, she doesn't want to leave him alone. 
"I'm sorry I fell asleep, do you perhaps want anything?.....like food?" he said hesitating and adverting his eyes to anywhere but her eyes, the eyes filled with adoration and shining with anticipation. It hurts her.
" Will you believe me if I say that I remember who I am and what you are to me? " she said while still looking at him with a small smile on her face. At that moment, his eyes filled with happiness, confusion and rage. She already knew who is Christine and what did she do, why is she still smiling? Does she not regret everything on the past? 
"I don't believe you" 
"You left me under that tree and never came back then it was you who killed me, am I right?" she whispered and her smile disappeared, a symbol of a pair of wings appeared on the left side of her collarbone which is visible with her off shoulder shirt and tears are falling from her eyes, the eyes filled with sorrows and an emotionless face. He stood up and grab his knife on his pocket.
"Who are you?" 
"I am Christine obviously, aren't you going to greet me Voltaire?" 
"BRING ELENA BACK!" he said as he suddenly attacked her, aiming for her stomach but she dodge him with a hand. 
"Did you forgot who am I?, I AM ELENA TOO" she said, tears are still flowing
"Christine died...... A long time ago... I killed her.... I killed you" he broke down and fell on his knees, finally crying over the guilt of killing her
"But I never blamed you" she said as she kneeled down in front of him
"I love you Elena" he uttered whole heartedly, looking in her eyes and suddenly she hugged him
"I loved you but Elena is nothing but a shell and I am nothing but a puppet" she whispered in his ears
"I'm sorry Voltaire but I need to finished what I started" and with that a knife plunge behind him and went through his front chest making him vomit some blood. It was a special knife made by a certain guardian, a knife to kill an Angel and a Demon. 
Christine who was awakened in Elena's body, used Voltaire's blood and drew the pattern as her tattoo on the floor surrounded by different characters of ancient texts to open the gate. The gate where her puppeteer can be found. 
Leaving Voltaire with her eyes watering, with a heavy heart and his crimson blood drowning him. 
"Elena" he whispered one last time before he felt himself drifting away,  his soul had nowhere to go and will just disappear like it never exist in the first place. 
If only I can love you again, I'll make everything right
The coldness that he never felt before engulf him and finally sleep through his pain without seeing the tears she didn't bother to wipe as she saw him took his last breath. His soul disappeared leaving his body as nothing but a shell for her to burn. 
And so she did.