Sired

-Chapter 2- Sweet Revenge (Edited Ver.)

Pre A/N For those that follow me already, you have already read this chapter. I have merely taken some scenes out so others can view the story. Thanks for reading :)

-Chapter 2- Sweet Revenge

{Rosalia}

I sat at the bar quietly observing the crowd. From what I hear, Lance never really made it with his life. So he ended up being some barista at a high end bar.

I saw a blond man enter the bar. He immediately went over to the bar and tied a black apron on. He had on black slacks and button up. When he turned around, I knew it was for sure the same coward that violated me all those years ago. I made sure to come on this night because exactly 10 years ago, my body was used and thrown away by four foolish little boys. Little did they know, I'd be back.

And tonight, all of them are going to get a little visit from the ghost of deadman's past. Starting with him.

After all these years, I had planned to perfection how this would end. I did some research and found where the four were located. And not to my surprise, they all stayed in the quant town of Jonesboro.

I snapped out of my reverie and noticed Lance walking to the back. And here's my chance. I knocked back the shot of whiskey and grabbed my coat to follow.

I snuck past the other bartenders, and walked in what looked like a kitchen and storage room.

I smelled smoke. I followed it until it brought me to a back door. And lo and behold, Lance was seated on the concrete having a smoke.

Oh, this couldn't be more perfect. I smirked.

"Care for some company?"

Lance's head quickly snapped over to me. He looked different. Like the life had been sucked out of him. His blonde hair had highlights but his eyes looked sunken in from exhaustion.

"You can't be back here." he stated.

I tilted my head. "You don't remember me?"

His eyes squinted. He looked at me suspiciously. Then they widened.

"Hello, Lance." I purred.

"R-r-rosalia. B-but you died. The fire. You-this is not possible." he backed up, away from the bar and further into a back alley.

I said slowly, "You've really made something of your life."

He kept shaking his head and blinking multiple times. Like he was making sure I was actually there. His back hit the wall as I walked closer to him.

When we were chest to chest, I breathed in his scent. It was a mixture of alcohols and smoke. I looked at him in the eyes. "Scared?"

He clumsily nodded.

"Good." I wrapped my hand around his neck in a vice grip.

He started to lose oxygen and squirmed out my hold. I kneed him in the groin and watched in satisfaction as he fell. I laughed at his whimpers.

"Don't be such a pussy. It was only a little knee in the groin. But that's nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you."

"Please, I'll do anything. Just please leave me alone."

I fake pouted. "Aw, you're begging."

I swiftly kicked him in the face. "Too bad I hate beggars."

He rolled onto his back, grasping his broken nose. I roughly stepped onto his neck. He tried to pry me off to no avail. I pushed my heel in until he bled.