Disclaimer: I own the female character that is not named in this chapter, her soulmate and the story plot. That is all for now. The soul mate concept and Circle Daydream are L.J Smith's.

The taste of betrayal is a flavour words alone cannot describe accurately. The pain of heartache is something no mere colours can paint in precise reflection. To be used by your soul mate is the cruellest form of punishment imaginable to those blessed or cursed by such a phenomenon. And she didn't even merit to be penalized, she has done nothing wrong. Nothing except to foolishly trust and fall in love with a creature of darkness, a sociopathic demon who had the ability to absorb other creature's powers once he butchered them, despite the repeated warnings she received from all those who truly loved and cared about her.

Fool, she thinks bitterly, refusing to shed any tears burning beneath her aching eyelids. Now isn't the time to berate herself or let the guilt suffocate her bitter soul. Now is the time to fight for her life and avenge the ones who died for her, the ones who truly loved her. Now is her chance at justifying redemption.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye then, angel," He utters calmly, as if him about to kill his soul mate wasn't that big of a deal and something he did on a regular occasion. The endearment hurt her more than that cruel line his mouth curved, a wild feral smirk, challenging her to make a move.

She couldn't summon enough energy to form a coherent answer. Instead, she gazes up definitely at the lamia destiny has bonded her with; hardly registering the physical discomfort from her wounds as her soul shuddered and choked, shredding itself in pure agony. Blood seeped into her mouth as her bruises blossomed darker each passing second. Glittering triumphant eyes mocked her silently as her body struggled to remain upright. The strewn bodies of her siblings, five-year-old Alyssa, two-year-old Michelle, along with the charcoaled carcasses of her parents lump carelessly in a pile while torn limps and the almost undistinguishable remains of what was her best friends three hours ago, scattered randomly like Halloween decoration. He killed them all. He tortured them, slowly, for his own amusement, minced their body, disfigured their bodies, taunted their minds, broke their souls and leeched their powers all while she dated the sick son of a bitch and worshipped the very ground he walked on.

No more.

Her powers limited, her energy spent, her body so weakened and her mind so torn, she had a snowball's chance in hell of hurting him let alone defeating him. So she stood there, emitting hatred and visually castrating him with her fierce green eyes, wishing that she could turn back time and start all over again.

He laughs in amusement, knowing her every thought, linked through their soul mate connection, feeling her every emotion, savouring her sorrow, rage and grief like a child would savour ice cream in mid-July.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" She manages to hiss at him, wanting to get this over and done with.

He shakes his head, tutting at her, still astonished at how naïve she is even after all he's done to enlighten her about the world.

"You think I'm going to kill you?" He asks her coolly, raising an eyebrow to emphasize his derision of her.

"What do you want from me?" She demands weakly," You've taken everything I have. Why don't you just finish the job and kill me too?"

He sighs softly, taking confident steps towards her exhausted form.

"You've still got a lot to learn angel," He towers over her trembling frame," You have not suffered enough for death to relieve your pain."

And with those words said, he forced his lips onto hers before disappearing, leaving her sobbing on the bloody, cold floor.

She is lost. Torn. Salvaged and confused. Empty. Haunted. Desperate and depressed. A mere nineteen years of existence, and already an orphan so vulnerable and exposed. Weak. She has yet to learn her lesson.

That is how Circle Daybreak finds her, mute and glassy eyed, overcome with pain. Overwhelmed by shock, barely conscious and clinging stubbornly to life.

It's not going to be a typical revenge story, that's all I can say for now. Any thoughts?