My Roses Are Dead (Completed but Revising)

Chapter 15 - Joy or Sorrow?

***A/N:

Hey guys, remember how I told you, I knew how I was going to end this book, well I still know how I am going to end it but I didn't know what to put in between.

So I tried to give it a little spice and added a character and I might be adding more in the future, I am not sure.

Anyways, I tried to do a good job on this chapter, but I won't know unless you guys tell me.

I'm gonna stop typing and let you guys enjoy.

Hope you like it! ^_^

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'''Previously on the last chapter''''

Curiosity got the best of me, so I open my eyes to see for myself if it was actually Damon who had said that, and when I finally had the courage of opening my eyes I see Damon, right there, in front of the glass staring at me with bemusement, I freeze at the object he had in his hand and he laughs, seeing the fear I had.

He was going to torture me and I had no way out. Where are Nathalie and James? What happened to them? When the torture starts, will they ever know what's happening? I just want James, every second without him is like my heart is slowly, rotting without him. Something ignited within me when we made love. Something in me that was telling me that it was more than love, that it was deeper than that, something unexplainable.

And now I was lifeless without him, the pain in my stomach, worse than before, I don't want to fight anymore, I'll just let him kill me to get this over with.

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Chapter 15 - Joy or Sorrow?

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*{DAMON POV}* 

"Let her out and put her in that chair" I say as I look at Quinn and then use the curved hatchet in my hand to point at a chair that has straps on it.  

I watch as he approaches the machine and Angel starts to squirm and wince in pain from the needles. Quinn pulls out all of the needles I once and I hear Angel shriek in pain, as blood is dripping down her body.  

After Quinn has strapped her to the chair and put tape on her mouth, I start to approach her, her eyes get wider at each step I am closer to her. 

"Angel, Angel, Angel" I repeat as I slowly glide the sharp end of the hatchet across her left cheek. "You know you look just like your mother, she probably would have been so happy, that's of course, if my brother hadn't killed her" As I say this her eyes squint at me with hatred. 

"No need to hate, I will make sure that you join your mother" I say smiling at her, but my smile falters when I see her shoulders slump, her body melt into the chair, and the look in her eyes... Despair.

Where is the fear, I don't understand, does she want to die? What made her give up? Well, I'm going to torture her as much as I can before killing her. 

"Quinn, call Zinpher" I say as I turn around to face Quinn, he nods his head and heads out of the room. 

"Now, how am I going to torture you?" I ask her, not really wanting her response, to my dissatisfaction she doesn't even flinch from my sinister voice. 

I hear the door open and close with footsteps following. "What do you need me for, Damon?" Zinpher asks me as he walks towards me, when he sees Angel he smiles. "I see you've got me a toy to play with" He says with a sinister laugh that even makes the hairs on my back stand.