Why? I could feel her life slipping away and yet I could do nothing. Why the fuck was I so useless? What point was there in being a witch when all it could afford you was to see the love of your life slip away?
I summoned him but he refused. As if he couldn't really bring her back. I screamed. This could not be happen to me! She was the love of my life, my reason for living. How could this happen?
I knew who killed her. My body felt the rage take over. I was no longer in control. Nor did I care. I just felt this need. This need to hurt.
Later
His screams meant nothing to me. His cries held no pleasure. I knew this would bring her back but in my mind it brought the tiniest sense of justice. I could have continued to dig that bullet through his body but Buffy just had to arrive. That bitch. Like she knew how I was feeling. His screams got louder as the bullet dug in deeper. This isn't enough, I needed more. I wanted him to truly feel the pain I was feeling. But how could I? Even this wasn't enough. I heard her call my name but I didn't care. It's not like she can stop me. The whore. She didn't kill Tara herself, but she too was to blame for my love's death. I hated her then. I hated everyone. But I especially hated him. He took her life and he didn't even care. The asshole. And there was nothing I could do about it. Except make him scream. That I could listen to forever. Unfortunately I didn't have the time for that right now. She was too close. As much as I wanted for him to suffer, I couldn't let her stop me. With that finishing thought I tore away his skin from his body. It felt good but still not enough. There would never be enough in my revenge. It was almost like killing a rat, only this was a million times more satisfying. Fuck this. I need to leave. No one can stop me now.