This is another really short One-Shot I wrote, again with an unnamed, undescribed character.
Rage
I had no clue what my bondmate was trying to do, but I sure as hell wish they would stop.
The darkness I have been taking from them is ridiculous, and when I say ridiculous, it's pretty crazy shit. I have been getting these bouts of major and uncontrollable rage. There are moments when I just want to find my bondmate, rip her head off, and throw it in a bonfire. Uh oh, there it is again.
I can feel the burn of the black magic as it flows through the bond into me, and I can't stop it. All of a sudden, I have that urge again, and this time, it's too strong to fight. I rush out of the room and grab the first Guardian I see. Lifting him in the air, I screamed in his face, "Where in the fuck is she!"
He whimpered, "I have no clue, please don't kill me, I-"
I had enough of his incessent whining, I snapped his kneck and dropped his lifeless body to the floor. Pausing for a second to watch blood flow slowly from his mouth, taking in some sick pleasure, before moving on.
As I encountered more Guardians I continued to question them and beat them or kill them swiftly. Finally, I reached the area of the house I was looking for, the living quarters, or more easily described, the bedrooms. I searched each room, one by one, and killed anybody I found, including women and children. Not finding the one I was searching for, I moved on.
As I searched that house, killing and maiming those in my path, and looking desperately to find the one who had given me the rage and strength to do this, I eventually found her. Hiding in a room with her mother and three Guardians. The Guardians tried to stop me, but it was useless. I defeated them quickly and watched them struggle to get back up. When I turned to my bondmate, what I saw was not what I expected. I saw her, the most innocent Moroi I had ever met, killing her own mother. While the purpose of killing her was a mystery for only a moment, I soon realized what she was doing. I should have stopped her sooner, but I had hesitated, and now I had to deal with a Strigoi.
I promptly smashed her head into the wall, and grabbed the Silver Stake off of the nearby Guardian, pausing only to pull her up by her hair, I whispered into her ear, "Should've stayed on your meds, you irresponsible bitch.", before finally running the stake through her heart.
After a second, I knew what would happen in the next few days. Guardians would find the house, the bodies, and know I was responsible. Or, maybe I could blame my charge for it? Could I bring myself to do that? No. I couldn't. But, there were also the shadows, they would be coming for me soon. With no other options aside from permenant residence in an institution, a horrible loss of honor for a Guardian, I took what I thought, but secretly knew wasn't, the next best option. Suicide.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled the blood soaked stake up to my chest, and ran it through my own heart.
Pulling it out and letting the blood flow freely, I sank to my knees and dropped the stake. I began whispering softly to myself, "Happy now you fucking spirits? I'm finally gonna die. For good this time.
Looking up, I screamed, "You fucking hear me! I'm coming-"