Heart broken heart breaker

Violent love

I starred into the pink liquid in the pot in front of me. It had been two weeks since I had killed the priest and the nun. 12 was my current count, no.....15. Yes, that seemed just right. My green eyes flicked to look at the map hanging on the wall, with certain locations with red pins in it. My body count was about to get much bigger. I sighed, I hadn't slept in more than three days. Bag hung under my eyes and I stifled a yawn. I looked back at the pink liquid, it was the false lover, but I had changed it. I could drink the potion and not fall in love, but if someone bite me, they would fall in love with me. 

I grinned ear to ear. I stifled a insane cackle and I threw another dart at the map. It had grown into a habit, throwing darts or knifes at map, it gave me comfort imagining Robert's face instead of the map being stabbed. Maybe I was...slightly insane? My hands started to shake again and my breathing got heavier. 

Who told the vampires about the wedding?

My father?

The priest?

Mary?

......Felix?

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip and tears started to well up. I wiped them away. I took a few deep breathes in and out. 

Stop.

Calm.

Down.

Elizabeth.

I wasn't insane, I didn't have that luxury. I was perfectly sane, and I saw all the darkness in the world. I looked around for the final touch to the potion, Rosemary. I found it rather strange that adding Rosemary into a potion would make it addictive but I wasn't about to question my Potion's teacher. I grabbed a massive handful of the herb and threw it into the potion. I watched it sink in, I knew what I was doing to myself by putting it in. But it was all apart of the plan. All apart of the plan.

The potion turned a red colour and I smirked, watching it lightly puff out a small puff of black smoke. Ironically, it formed a black heart. I reached for a few veils, seven. I put the red liquid into the veils, filling them up to the top and putting a cap on them. The rest I looked at then sighed.

This wasn't going to be pleasant.

I picked up pot, brought my head back, and started to chug it as quickly as possible. It was so strong, sweet, and quite enjoyable at first, but then the hot, bitter,and spicy after taste kicked in. I coughed and cursed "Jesus Christ that's fucking--" I didn't even finish my cursing as I coughed.

Then another idea stuck me. What if Felix came back? He probably already knew of my plans for Robert and the vampires, so he was jealous! 

He'll come back and when I finish the plan, and I will rest!

It was only Felix's lips that I wanted to be kissing!

He'll be mine!

There was no other man in the world would could compare to Felix, and wedding he would show his face!

Because Felix, is the greatest, perfectest man in the world for me! 

I threw the pot at the wall, not caring where it would land, and I started to twirl in the living quarter of the church, and new found happiness in my heart. I kept twirling, and laughing. I imagined Felix was dancing with me and I kept laughing.

But for some odd reason. My cheeks started to feel wet. I was crying? I wiped them away and I finished the last laugh. The room I was in suddenly felt a lot, emptier. Like I could almost feel Felix's presence in the room, but now he had left. 

I walked over to the wall that had the map and where I had thrown numerous knifes and darts. It had all the vampire hot spots on it and I yanked out the cook's knife from the map and I glared at it. I didn't now the person I have become. Why can't I just got back in time and try to fix everything?

I pressed my back against the wall and slid down, and I started to cry again. Stabbing the floor and walls, cursing, screaming and crying. They stung my eyes, and my cheeky where always sticky from my tears. I cried a lot now.

"It's not far! It's not fucking fair! Why did you have to take him!?" I screamed at the ceiling.

"Why did you take my Dad, my husband? Mary!? What did they ever do!?" I yelled as I wildly stabbed the floor.

I replayed all the killing I had down, Jack, those people in the hotel, those vampires, the most recent one...he had said that he thought I was dead. I laughed, it was bitter and cold. But then his final words hit me like a slap in the face. Mary. He had Mary's name. That meant that.....

Oh......

How could she?

HOW FUCKING COULD SHE!?

I let out a bloody curdling scream and I rammed the knife into the wall. I screamed and yelled. "Mary if I ever see you again I swear to the three fates I will skin you alive!" 

"I swear to god if I ever find you Mary, I'll make you wish you had never been born!"

"I rip your fucking heart out! Like all your vampire friends! I'll even make your husband watch as I kill you and then I'll kill him!"

A power surged threw me and  looked at my hands, it was a black fire. I screamed again and I started to walk outside. I kept walk, my anger seemed to radiate off me and as I reached the biggest vampire hot spot. I did what I wanted to do. 

Kill.

I kept killing and killing, like I was a god. People where screaming and crying and I kept yelling and screaming. Once I had done, bodies surround me. Blood covered me and I finally stopped screaming and crying. 

But then I heard a  clapping. I turned my head. It was Robert. He was in a suit, his black hair slicked back, but I could tell he was angry. That he wanted to kill me as much as I wanted to kill him. An insane, twisted smile formed it's way on my lips and I purred "You're late"

"I'm sorry, I always knew never to keep a beautiful woman waiting" he purred right back, his eyes glowing a bright blood red colour.

"Or insane" he added.

"I'm guessing I have to face the music now, don't I?" I asked him and he nodded "You are strong, and I'd love having a witch war machine but you've killed quite a lot of vampires and you have to pay", and he moved with inhuman speed to me.

"Of course" I smiled. He probably thought I had just swam into the deep end, that I hadn't planned this. What an idiot. I moved my neck so he could have better access. He thought this was rather odd but shrugged it off. I felt his fangs sink into my neck and I gasped. He started to drink, and I bean to feel dazed. A vampire bite could do this to anyone, but I was high off another joy.

The joy of a plan working perfectly. 

he pulled away for a few seconds and he said "I love you"

"I know"