The young one stopped, but only for a while. Tasted the sour grapes growing on her vines and found the aftertaste bitter at best. She was a loveable cunt, but feelings can and will fade given the right circumstances. The leech she was; sucked all the fucking creative juice out of our young hero...but, still, he's here and trucking and grinning like a maniacal sub-human or some demon clawed his way out of hell. What dreams they could have imagined were just that when the villain drained herself onto another, and the young one felt a slice of himself sink further down the spiral, and out the other end came pure hatred and anger, and thus she was dead to him.