Villain Mirabel AU

The Blood-Teared Rose

A/N: Holy, I completely forgot about this fanfic and Wattpad as a whole. An update is that I no longer write for entertainment and I've been super busy with life. Sorry you all, promising this is the last chapter and the epilogue will be posted right after this. 🙏🏽

Pedro's POV

I never wanted to be a bad person. I had always believed in doing what was right. In fact, during high school, I would always defend those who were hurt. But that's exactly what I'm doing now, isn't it? I knew Mirabel was different ever since Julieta had announced her final pregnancy. 2 twins: one girl and one boy. Although, one would meet a terrible fate while the other shined. It's no use running away from a prophecy, as it will always catch you back in the end. Alma was never a bad person as well, it's just the things people do to you that make you turn sides. It makes you question your sanity and leads you into a rabbit hole. In which your mind will explode and you'll be sent to an asylum where you'll spend the rest of your days. I would've met that fate if I hadn't sacrificed myself for my daughters and son. Bruno knows what will happen, yet he's convincing himself otherwise. If I were to regret a child, it would be him. Mirabel's rejecting me, slowly she's turning into her uncle. Bruno was shunned for reasons: reasons even I can't justify. There's more to the story than you think.

James' POV

"I never loved Mirabel," I mumbled as I stabbed another. I could never love anyone. Years ago while I was with her, I had always dreamt of getting out of a situation. Although, my life is a lie. I traced the blood of my victim onto my face and tasted it. I never imagined myself becoming a cannibal: my favourite item being the brain. Slowly, I felt myself laughing uncontrollably. It had become worse with the days. Then, something struck me in the back.

"You maniac."

Mirabel uttered, her voice becoming sharp and cold. She knew my time was coming, it didn't take Bruno to know something like that. I had been laughing uncontrollably for days, it was time someone would notice: that I had contracted an uncurable disease. "YOU THINK DOING THIS IS GOING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE EASIER?!" Mirabel shouted at me: tears forming inside of her eyes. I grinned. I knew she would just heal me like last time: she had a soft spot for me and I could take control of it at any time.  This was the 435th time she had stabbed me today, only for me to be revived once again. I lost the ability to care for what she did a long time ago. I know that she was only doing this for rage and to "get even". I don't care whether I live or die another day. "Look, Mirabel. I am a horrible person and I acknowledge it. When is it time that you will?" I questioned with an innocent look on my face. Suddenly, her face changed completely. She was... smiling? It's not like she could do anything to torture me more anyways. "You were always a psychopath, Mirabel. I don't get how anyone could-", "SHUT UP, WOULD YOU?" screamed Mirabel. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH AND THE ONLY PERSON YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOURSELF? YOU MADE ME HATE MYSELF MORE THAN MY FAMILY, JAMES. YOU WERE THERE FOR ME IN MY TOUGHEST TIMES, BUT RIGHT WHEN THINGS GOT BETTER... YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO LEAVE ME LIKE THAT? YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ALRIGHT TO CHEAT ON ME, KILL OUR CHILD," her voice stopped. I felt a purple surge going through my body, this was finally the end. If she truly hated me playing her that much, why don't I do it again... one last time. "I love you, Camilo," I uttered with a smile on my face.

Mirabel's POV

I had killed many people in the past, I had grown attached to some: forgotten about some. If you asked me what my body count was, I truly wouldn't be able to answer you. James was gone, his whole family line was gone. He was gone from existence. Everything tied to him was gone: his clothes, his belt, and his memories. Slowly, he would fade away from everyone's memories. Although, to complete this process for me to forget. I had to kill his one true love. In this case, it was Camilo. I would kill my best friend. I can't live with regret, especially after all that's happened. I have to move forwards, I have to go after the revenge I promised. It's making a difference... for me. I don't care if hundreds of innocent people have died, I will not rest until I have Alma's head slayed. If it were to be put on my wall, for the whole world to see it. Suddenly, I lost focus and trambled. My head hit the ground and a series of memories flashed before me.