Hey guys, this is Angelique's P.O.V of when she dies and what happens to her.

I hope you enjoy :)

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I placed my hand into my chest, taking out my heart.

"Take it." I whispers in pain, I felt myself slowly begin to slip away.

I could feel apart of my slipping from humanity, and life.

I felt a distinctive distance from life.

Barnabas looked at the heart, pulsating in my hand.

It took him a few seconds, before taking it out of my grasp.

"Thank you." I smiled, I winced in pain.

"I shall not take you're heart, just the memories that define me and are beyond regrettable Angelique. I aught to wish you luck in hell, for such a retread person of you're sorts." Barnabas smirked.

"Don't!" I scream in pain, I gave him my heart and soul and he broke more ways than one.

Anger surged through Barnabas, his face was cold and filled with revenge.

He crunched my heart between his hands, allowing the shattered glass to fall beneath his fingers.

I had felt the final feeling of relief, I was no longer living.


Last momenat before the brain shut's down:

I opened my eyes to be faces with Barnabas, he was leaning over me.

Kissing my gentle. "Say I love you Angelique, Say I want you." I smiled whist running my hands up and down his body.

"Still to this very day, If I said I love you. You would be hearing a lie, and I would a fool for allowing you to have the gratitude of having such of unprovoked power that was not real, it would have been everything more than a lie. The cold heartless truth Angelique."

Tears pricked in my eyes, I started at him with deceit.

He glares at me as he plunges a knife into my chest.

I felt my body shatter like glass, everything in my body was broken.

The last vision I had of Barnabas was him taking his revenge.

Killing me before I saw the light.

It was said when you die you see a bright white light.

The light in saw wasn't white it was crimson red.

I blinked, and gasped for air.

The red light wasn't meaning I was going to heaven, the light meant I was going to hell.

Hell was my punishment for cursing the one I love.

Cursing him to become something of a evil monster in gods eyes.

When I was the real monster, not my dear Barnabas.

I had gotten my revenge against him for not loving me.

I wanted him to love me, as I did him.

An because be was a gentlemen and did not lie to me, I curse him and his family out of spite.

I realize now that I was the real monster, Barnabas wouldn't forgive me. Nor would I ever forgive myself.