Painful Memories

Vengeful Rage (Part 2)

Vaggie stopped in her track looking back at the doe demon annoyed. She didn't particularly want to be in the same room as her. She remembered Banshee from her life as well...all the pain she went though and the day she left her. Vaggie never wanted to forgive Banshee for what she had done to her; little did she know Banshee never wanted to leave. She took a deep breath looking at Banshee, "make it quick. I rather not have my skin crawl any more than it must."
Of course it hurt Banshee's feeling, but she didn't show it. She didn't know how to even start this off. Banshee knew Vaggie was very much hurt still from what happened, but this had to be done. This pain was eating her away and she knew Vaggie was feeling the same. Now she knows she must do this. Not for her, but for the young girl she once protected. "Vaggie..." she started calmly taking a deep breath, "I think it's time we clear the air between us. It's disgusting and I wish to make amends."
Vaggie scoffed, "Clear the air? There's nothing to clear! You left me and that's that. Everything we once had is gone and nothing can fix it."
"Nothing but the truth," Banshee looked down ashamed then away, "I'm tired of holding this in from you. You deserve to know the truth on everything."
"I know the truth! You put yourself before me and left me to die," Vaggie scorned her. She didn't know why she was still there. To her, working together is painful enough than just thinking about her. "All you ever did was make my life more miserable. People calling me a witch... an outcast. You made it so I was alone in the end," Vaggie snapped.

Banshee didn't say anything back, she knew she was right on all that. Though, she did help her more than one can lead on. The goddess remembered all the times the two cleaned together, played together, and she taught her things a mother would teach their young daughters when they became women. Banshee always wanted to do that to a child, but sadly one never got to live long enough. She's going to let Vaggie let it all out. It might be easier to tell her the truth then even though it might change things between them.
Vaggie just glared at her annoyed still, "Well? Don't you have anything to say to me? No words of wisdom?" Banshee knew the last part was sarcastic, but she didn't mind it. She deserved all this, her hate, her pain.
"Sit por favor Hija..." she asked calming walking back to the laptop she was typing on closing it. This tension was strong, but Banshee had to do this. She could sense the hate and pain from the dear moth demon as she sat down across from her. Banshee sat down looking at her after taking a deep breath, "you have every right to hurt me in every way possible. What I have done to you could never be forgiven, but... you should know that everyday the pain still lies within me and I try to hide it from everyone including me."
Vaggie rolled her eye at her, 'how could she possibly feel any pain from what she had done to me? She probably enjoyed it. I mean she did... leave me...made me lonely. How could a goddess feel any sort of guilt?'
Banshee looked at her seriously, "It's time I told you a story... it's short so you don't have to stay here long."
"What?" Vaggie crossed her arms, "you teaching me another lesson or something? Look, I have things to get done for Charlie so..."
"She'll be fine my dear," Banshee cut her off, "Trust me. Alastor knows to keep his hands off her. Besides, I think you and I both need to feel release from the past. I can tell every time I'm around you tense up or run from the room so to speak." Was she wrong? No. Banshee knew very well this was going to be hard, but it was for the better.
Vaggie didn't want to let Banshee have the upper hand in this, "fine, but if anything happens to Charlie I'm going after you, not Radio Head. "
Banshee only shrugged, "if that's what it takes for you to say alright. Now, let's talk..."

The doe demon stood up going to the window once more taking a deep breath, "Vagatha, our time together on Earth was the best of my immortal life. I could never forget such memories with you. You were like my own blood... a daughter you could say. Though, I know you don't care to hear any of that since you don't believe me any which way." She turned looking at Vaggie, "My dear, as you know I know of your death and how it happened. When I found out, it killed me inside as well."
"Shut the fuck up!!" Vaggie screamed, "you don't know anything about my death! You didn't come to even help me!" Those words echoed in her mind in her own voice. Another memory for another day. "You left me there to die!" Vaggie stood in anger holding back tears.
"Like I wanted to!" Banshee snapped at her making Vaggie sit again, "Le Muerte and Xibalba made me come back when you turned 18, say that you were old enough to make your own decisions. They were wrong to do it, yet...I can't fully blame them. They knew I would get attached easily, but that still doesn't make it right for them to do it." A glare went to Vaggie taking a deep breath, "I know exactly what happened about your death. Your brother.... Your fucking perverted father...I know what they did to you. Such sick creatures some mortals are, or should I even call them that?"
Vaggie looked shocked at her with a widen eye. Did Banshee know what really happened? If so, why didn't she stop it? Vaggie was still hateful to her, but more willing to listen since this was became serious to her. "Banshee...what are you..." she asked.
Banshee laughed a little, "such sickening minds they had of you. You, a child who became an adult faster than they did. Earning, clawing your way up to the top. To make yourself better." She looked at the hotel manager, "You're better than I. Maybe you should be a goddess instead of me." Vaggie couldn't respond with that comment. It was hard to even comprehend what Banshee was trying to tell her. Was Banshee trying to make her feel better by saying these things to her, or making her feel even more guilty?

"Backto the story," Banshee said calming down from before, "you see Vaggie, I arrivedat the scene of your death, my heart sank. Seeing those men laughing and shakingyour lifeless body around. Blood running down your left eye, slashes on yourback, bruises around your arms and legs... and them just finding it as if youwere faking to get a jolt out of them. Such pigs they were. They threw yourbody down on the ground to see if you'd awake, sadly they realized that youwere gone. I realize my mistake of leaving right then and there." She held backtears holding the bridge of her nose to prevent so. This part always hurt herthe worse, knowing she did the same thing her last lover did to her before shedied.
"Those men," she turned herback with a low growl escaping, "They never loved you. They never gave you realrespect for everything you did for them and there they were.... Laughing at youlike it was nothing until they realized they lost their only source of income. Greed,perverted, selfish... My mind was running around so much with all sorts ofemotions Vaggie. Not even a 'we'll miss her' from them. Low lives. They didn't deserve to taste life again. My mind went blank as my emotions took over."