My new story. I am going to continue this, I think. I'll probably change the title later on but for now it suits it.

My Bloody Valentine

I made my way down the street finally realizing that I was indeed alive again, forced back into my body, back into the pain once again. How could they bring me back . . . and today? Why? Just so that I could suffer some more. No! I will not give them that satisfaction.

I looked around and noticed the many couples walking near me, smiling, a blissful look on their faces. I envied them for that, the fact that they were completely happy, in love. And where was I? She had vanquished me . . . again and my plan had failed. She threw the vial at me with no hint of regret in her eyes, no love, no pity, nothing.

I walked into a restaurant where I knew she would be. I could feel her, her presence pulling me toward this romantic place. Hearts were everywhere, pink, red, and white, in all sizes and I couldn't help but feel even more bitter-Valentine's Day.

Finally I spotted her, my love, sitting at a table opposite a blonde man. She was smiling and laughing as he talked.

I wanted to run to her this very moment, but paced myself knowing I would have her soon. I eyed the man across from her knowing that he had been with her. I would not let him get away with that. She was my love, my soul mate, not his. I looked at her as she smiled at him. How could she do this to me? That was the smile she had saved for me alone and yet here she was with another man, dishonoring everything we had ever had, all reminders of our love gone. I had been forgotten, thrown away, just a piece of the past that was better kept locked away.

After having all I could take of watching her have such a good time, I left the place, got in my car and waited. They would soon leave and I would make sure I wasn't forgotten. She would be mine again.

I sat in the car for well over an hour and I now had a plan, every detail thought out in my head. I knew exactly what I would do.

Sitting in the car gave me time to think and I couldn't help but let the memories of our past overwhelm me. So much had happened, some good, most bad. It seemed that more devastating things had happened than good. Her tear stained face clouded my vision as I was overtook by what had happened.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, hoping that somehow she would know how sincere I was.

I just wanted to have her back, to have us back. She would soon realize that this was meant to be. We were supposed to be together. I knew that she knew it too. I just needed to remind her.

Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight

I watched the entrance to the restaurant and saw them as they walked out. They stood there for a couple of minutes waiting for the valet to bring the car around. Once the car was in front of them, the man helped Pheobe into the passenger seat before getting in himself and driving off.

I started the car then and made sure that I kept my distance to keep suspicions from rising. The car stopped at a familiar house and they both got out as he escorted her up the steps and to the porch.

I tried with all of my strength to keep the bile from rising in my throat as I watched them kiss. It was only when he started to make his way back to his car that I began to breathe again.

"Soon my love. Soon," I whispered to her as I took one last glance at her before continuing to follow her suitor.

Fifteen minutes later, I watched as he walked into his house, stopping first to check the mail. Why he was checking it at this hour, I did not know nor did I care. There was only one thing on my mind at the moment-my love and I knew that this was the only way.

I got out of my car and watched him from one of the windows, waiting for the perfect moment. After realizing that it was now or never, I reappeared in the house and stood beside the door anxiously waiting for my opportunity. He walked into the room and as quick as possible I had him pinned to the ground. I needed to watch him suffer, to know that he understood why I had to do this, explain that she belonged only to me, that he had no right to be with her.

I refused to use my powers. There was no need. He was mortal. Besides that would risk exposure and even though I cared nothing about getting caught since I would soon be gone, it would just be easier if police thought that some random guy had gone crazy on Valentine's Day, just two men fighting over a woman. No need to bring scorch marks into this.

"Please, man," he begged as I still held him to the ground. "I'll give you anything. What do you want? Money? Take it."

He tried to reach into his pocket for his wallet but I quickly pulled his arm.

"Money? Save it. No one wants your money. Is that why she's with you?" I asked but quickly knew the answer to my own question.

That wasn't her. It had never been her. When the Source had taken me over, he tried to win her over with expensive cars, the penthouse, money, but it had never worked. She cared nothing about material objects. She had just wanted a life with me. Funny how life turns out. She loved me one minute, but after she learned of the possession, that was it. I was nothing.

"What is your name?" I asked him out of curiosity, not that it mattered anyways since he would soon be gone.

"Jason. Jason Dean. Look, who the hell are you and what do you want?" he asked.

"I'm Cole and I want my wife back. You think that I'm just gonna let you and her live happily ever after. Sorry, no fairy tale ending for you," I told him as I got up, pulling him up with me and slammed him into the nearest wall.

"You can have her. Just let me go," he pleaded but I knew better.

Seeing the fear in his eyes and hearing his words, him taking the cowards way out. I knew that he couldn't have been that much in love with her if he was willing to give her up to save himself. He didn't deserve her, a man that would trade her in as the whim struck him.

I knew that even without using powers, I was stronger than him. He struggled of course but was unable to do any harm to me. I grasped both hands around his neck holding him off of the ground. He continued to struggle for several minutes before finally falling limp in my arms, but still I didn't let go, holding on so tight that the veins were visible in my arms.

He dropped you off, I followed him home
Then I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you

I left him there, crumpled on the floor. He really was a poor excuse for a human, taking her places, trying to buy his way into her life but when put in danger would give her up without even fighting, just to save himself.

I felt no remorse for what I had just done. In my mind, it had been justified. She would have had no life with him. One full of affairs, divorce. I was saving her from this. There is no way that she could have been happy. She could be with me. I would strip my powers, and we could have children, try to make up for lost time. I would forgive her for ever doubting me, and not trusting me and in time she would forgive me for what I had done on this night.

I walked into the next room and picked up the phone to call '911' disguising my voice as I did so. She had to know that he was gone, no longer with her, before she could accept me. After I got off the phone with the police, I dialed her number and slowly let the disguised voice turn back into my own. I'm not sure if she noticed since the only thing I could hear from her after that moment were sobs.

I ripped out
His throat
And called you on the telephone
To take off
My disguise
Just in time to hear you cry when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time

I left at that moment, walking outside into the street. Rain poured down on me and I felt that it was her tears hitting me, stinging my skin. I just wanted to be with her now, pull her into my arms, apologize for the hurt I had caused, and promise to protect her, give up my powers, never use them again, no matter what. I only hoped it would be that simple.

As I walked behind his house, I heard the sound of sirens and then through the rain saw the flashing blue and red lights that meant the police had arrived, too late though. He was gone, dead, out of her life for good and I felt a sense of relief knowing this.

I saw as she arrived, running from the comfort of her younger sister's arms to one of many police cars that were now in the street. I watched as she saw him being wheeled outside, covered by a white cloth, rain pouring down. Her hair was wet and now clung to her face as she struggled to breathe. Tears and rain mixed together on her face, and in the street lights, the tears made her face gleam.

I looked at her and a twinge of guilt crept into my heart. I still didn't feel remorse for the man I had killed, just the fact that the woman I loved was in pain and I had caused it. I hoped that I would make it up to her, that she would one day understand why I did what I did.

There was
Police and
Flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read
A lover died
No tell-tale heart was left to find when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time

I disappeared for a few days arranging the next step of my plan. If it went well, that would make it my last step. She would be with me again, and we would have the life that we were meant to have, no interruptions from her sisters, demons, Elders, no one.

It wasn't that difficult to put the last step into action. Piper and Leo were out with the baby and Paige was busy fighting a demon on her own, leaving the middle Halliwell alone at the manor.

I slipped into the manor and appeared in her room. She lay in her bed asleep. I held the vial in my hand ready to pour it into her mouth when I noticed something clasped in her arms. I looked down and saw that it was a picture of us, happy, smiling, oblivious to the fact that within a few months our world would be torn apart and we would be separated, our love not enough to save us. That sign gave me hope that she still loved me. Part of me wanted to abandon my plan and just tell her I was back, but the sane part of me knew that she would put on a show and act as though she hated me. 'This was for the best' I told myself.

I took a deep breath and forced the potion down her throat. She awoke a few seconds later and began to cry. Why, I didn't know. There was no reason for her to, but I sat on the bed and pulled her into my arms comforting her just like I always had. We sat there for a while as I tried to calm her down. I was sure that it wasn't the potion making her cry because I had tested it, made sure that it was safe for her. I would never risk her safety. She was too important. So, I just held her hoping to make her pain go away. I knew it soon would, all of the hurt, the bad thoughts, memories, would float away.

Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight

Once the crying had stopped and she began to respond to me, I disappeared, still holding her in my arms getting both of us out, away from the place that held too many memories, too much bad history. Everything would change, and this time things would work out.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't own the song. All lyrics belong to Good Charlotte and whoever else they belong to.