She had made her decision, and although she was initially hesitant, she was finally content. They had shunned her in the beginning, hoping that at the possibility of losing her friends she might reconsider, but it only made her cling to him tighter. That wasn't what she had hoped for. She wanted happiness, and when she finally realized that he was the one that provided her with it, she had no thoughts of letting go.
They finally accepted it though, so it seemed, and she reached a euphoric state of mind. Actually believing that for once everything would suddenly fall into place for her. Why not, right? She deserved it. She had earned it after everything that she had been through, but apparently she had been lying to herself.
When they were pinning her down, the only thought running through her mind was WHY? He had assured her that happiness was the only thing she would receive from here on out. This wasn't his fault, though and that seemed to provide her with a sense of clarity.
The girls she once called friends were holding her while the other half of the gang held him. One of them held is hand on his chest, where his heart used to beat. Through her rage she screamed, and tried to loosen the grip they had on her but with the witch on their side she couldn't get very far.
Her screaming became frantic when she saw the color leave his face. The tears leaving her eyes, her screaming never ceasing, she cried out to the God she hoped was listening. Don't let them take him from me. His final movement was towards her. His eyes speaking those words she knew he was saying, the same words she was screaming.
She was empty.
Not only did they have the audacity of using her against him, taking advantage of their intimacy to take him, but they actually took his body. They had hit her with enough vervain that she was left unconscious, when she had finally awoken she realized… She had nothing, but the pain was gone. Now all that was left was rage. They had left her alone assured that with these recent events she would turn back into the weak little girl she used to be.
They were wrong.
Her rage fueled her. She crawled over onto her knees and felt it consume her. Her fangs elongating and her eyes darkening she picked herself up.
Tonight it would rain blood and it would not end until she retrieved what was rightfully hers.