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Blood.

I want to see his blood flooding the room. I want to see his life leaving his body.

Death. I want to see death.

I grab on to his neck, twisting until he's moving no more, and yet I keep on pulling, knowing it will give way eventually, unleashing a violent storm as rivulets of blood wash over me.

And when his neck pops, blood and bone finally spurting out, I don't stop. I just take his head and I smash it to the ground until his skull becomes pieces smaller than fine sand. Until there's no more.

But I need more.

More blood.

I feel myself wading through people.

Hitting, smashing, destroying.

Only the sticky feel of blood as it coats my body makes me feel a little more at peace. Everything that comes into my path is doomed.

I hear bones breaking, skin tearing, blood spurting.

A pleasure unlike any other overtakes me as I simply give in. I succumb to this animalistic rage, hoping to lose myself. Lose every part of me that still remembers, every part of me thatknowsabout Vanya.

Because the alternative is too painful.

And so I continue.

I kill and kill and kill. It's the only thing that feeds the beast.

Until I can't anymore.

I don't feel the pain of the bullet that hits my side. I only feel the blood as it gushes out of me, the force of the hit propelling me back and making me lose my balance.

Unwittingly, I fall down, my breathing labored, and my lids heavy.

In the back of my mind, I know something's wrong. That I've been critically injured. But I can't react.

"I'm here," I think I hear a voice.

A very familiar voice.

"Where you go I go," she continues, the sound so melodic it makes my dead heart weep.

And as I feel a small hand cup my cheek, dragging my gaze down, I blink some clarity into my eyes.

The haze is slowly lifting to reveal a blonde goddess looking at me, her eyes red from crying, her features contorted in pain.

I open my mouth, wanting to speak, but no sound comes out except a hoarse grunt.

She frowns, never taking her hand off of my skin, her body cushioning mine even as more blood falls between us.

"Si… Si…" I manage to get the syllables out, the effort seemingly taking everything out of me.

"Yes," she whispers fervently. "Yes." She brings both hands to my cheeks as she pulls me toward her, her lips on mine as I taste blood and tears. "Yes," she speaks against me, and I inhale the words just as I inhale her.

"Hell girl," I groan, my mind gaining some alertness.

"Vlad, my Vlad," she continues to speak in short, pained sounds that make me hurt for her.