It was around 7:00 at night and her ribs were sore from the biting cold. Even though her ribs were healed they still hurt a little, especially in cold. She was wearing a warm black winter coat, and black pants. She'd been walking at a slow pace, but she felt someone following her. Whenever she turned around she didn't see anyone.

Her instincts told her she was being watched, but she didn't know who. Even though she didn't know, it felt like whoever it was he or she was familiar. She quickened her pace and saw the mall entrance to her right, maybe she'd be able to lose her stalker in there.

As she entered the mall she caught a glimpse of someone rushing behind a corner. She had a feeling she'd be in for a hell of a night. Sakura walked into the mall and rushed into the first store to her right, and watched the entrance. She had a feeling that whoever it was didn't want to watch her. Her instincts screamed for her to run to the other entrance, but she stayed there watching the entrance to the mall.

As Sakura watched the door, she didn't realize her stalker could move faster than her mortal sight. No one came through the door that she saw. Sergei stepped out from behind a clothes rack, wearing a white fur coat and red sunglasses along with his normal attire. He walked up behind Sakura and tapped her on the shoulder and whispered into her ear.

" You can't escape me." Sergei spoke coldly as he put his hand around her arm and turned her around to face him.

He lowered his sunglasses and glared at her. He looked around at the people around.

"Don't do anything stupid" Sergei said and opened his fur coat and flashed a Colt 45 in a holster quickly. "For now I just want to talk"

Sergei pushed his sunglasses back up.

"Are you going to cooperate" Sergei spoke.

He stepped up to her with his face inches from hers.

Sakura froze as she heard the familiar voice, Sergei!! As she was turned around by him she stared coldly into his eyes. Her eyes wandered down to his Colt .45. She was good, but she wasn't good enough to defend against a gun.

"Why do you want to talk?" She looked at his fur coat. "That coat suits you. It brings out the woman in you." Every muscle in her body screamed for her to punch him in the face, but she wouldn't start a fight in the mall.

"I'll talk, but first let go of me." She nearly spat the words at Sergei. She didn't know what he wanted to talk about, but she just wanted it to be quick and painless. The healed wound on her arm started to hurt a little bit. Damned phantom wounds.

Sergei still holding her arm pulled her close to him, pressing his body against hers he spoke.

" Don't speak ill of me, or I'll have your tongue. Sergei spoke.

He ran his hand over where the wound on her arm was with a smirk.

"Remember my love, I could've killed you if not for the interference of the righteous" Sergei spoke.

Sergei ran his hands up her side and softly stopped at her ribs and just below her breast.

"If only you knew what I would do to you, the morbid thoughts that haunt my mind. Oh the beauty of wickedness." Sergei whispered in her ear.

Sergei removed his hands of her.

"Why do I want to talk to you?" Sergei repeated her question."I want to know your name, the woman who stood up to me and lived to tell about it. It's not often I don't finish the job."

Sergei paused for a moment.

"I want to know, how long you think you could've ran from me" Sergei spoke."I see your tenseness, you want to strike me don't you?"

Sergei grinned at Sakura.

"Tell me, do you honestly think you could beat me one on one my nameless foe." Sergei said.

Sakura listened to Sergei, but looked defiantly at him. She hated Sergei feeling her body. She didn't think she could beat him on her own. If she needed to fight Sergei on her own then she wouldn't back down.

She thought of trying to run as Sergei let her go and call for Colton, but she knew Sergei'd catch her before she got too far away. So he wanted to know her name. Scum like him didn't deserve the luxury, but she still had enough honor to tell him.

Sakura leaned in close to Sergei, "What would you do to me? Torture me? Or maybe you'd like to rape me like the bastard you are." She whispered and then backed away crossing her arms just underneath her chest.

"You want to know my name? My name is Sakura Akumura, owner of the Unmei dojo." Sakura mockingly bowed at Sergei. She hated Sergei with every part of her being. Sakura found her hands clenched into fists.

Sakura listened to Sergei's next question. She didn't think she could keep running from the bastard, but she did her best. "I was hoping to find you somewhere private so we could continue our business in peace." She sneered and spat on his shoe. "I don't have to tell you anything else." Sakura forced herself to unclench her fists revealing small cuts from her fingernails digging into her palm.

As she spat on his shoe that became the least of his worries as he looked at the cuts on her palms. He licked his lip a bit as he stared at the cuts. He fought the urge off and remembered where he was at. Sergei than realized he had the spit of a mortal woman on his shoe, his face twisted in utter disgust.

" I should make you bow down like a dog and lick your spit off my shoe!" Sergei spoke, as he pulled out a handkerchef and whiped off his shoe and tossed it to the side. He cracked his neck and glared at her.

"Sakura Akumara, now that's a name I don't like. Your parents must've had no taste when they named you." Sergei said calmly and a hint of courtesy to his voice. "Torture and rape, hmm most likely I would just lock you in a fucking cage and leave you for dead...of course I would torture and rape you. Good job pointing out the obvious dense woman. I guess you replying to that showed me wasn't as stupid as I thought previously. But by what means would I torture you? That's the real question at hand."

Sergei circled around her whispering into each side of her ear. He could feel the hate off of her and loved every moment of it.

"Perhaps I'd make you a doll. I'm rather crafty with a sewing needle. How would you like to have cloth sewn into every inch of your skin. Or hang you from hooks stripped to the nude." Sergei whispered into her left ear. Sergei rested his hands on her shoulder and leaned into her right ear.

"Two hooks rammed through your palms hanging you from my sealing, and I could take advantage of you when I pleased. Now that would be a christmas decoration I could live with. Of course your mouth would be sewn shut. If one thing I can't stand is listening to someone cry. I don't want to hear your screams. I want to see the look in your eyes knowing your completely helpless. The lost feeling you'd have as I made you my new play thing. I'd cut your eyelids off so you couldn't blink. You would be forced to look upon me the whole time as I molded your beauty into a horrid masterpiece." Sergei whispered.

He moved around back in front of her.

" Next time we meet...this ends once and for all Sakura. Your living time is at my leisure now. Each moment you walk and breath you cherish from here on out. Because I'll be back, and it won't be pretty." Sergei spoke with a serious look on his face.

"I have a present for you" Sergei said.

He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed her hand and put a severed finger in her hand still bloody and folded her hand over it without her seeing it at the moment.

"Don't look until after I'm gone, it's a surprise" Sergei spoke playfully.

Sergei than walked off leaving Sakura standing by herself with a grin on his face at what she was going to do once she realized what she had in her hand.

Sakura had to keep herself from striking out at Sergei. How dare he disrespect her family like that!! She kept silent as Sergei circled her telling her what he'd do to her. She kept her eyes on Sergei, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared like she felt.

She felt Sergei place something wet in her hand. When Sergei left she looked down at her hand and slowly opened it. It was a bloody finger, a human finger!! Sakura dropped the finger and started shaking uncontrolably. Tears started pouring down her face, and she ran out of the mall. She silently promised herself that the next time they met, it would be their last. She ran all the way to the dojo not paying attention to anything or anyone. When she reached the dojo she quickly locked up and laid in her bed letting the sobs rocking her body put her to sleep.