Thanks for the reviews, everybody! I try to write faster for all of you.

Seconds before I had succumbed to the darkness, I yelled at Eddie to take Lissa and Adrian and run. Or maybe I didn't. Whatever. I couldn't see the right now.

But I kind of wished I could.

So that I could take my revenge. From all of them. Dimitri. Lissa. Eddie. Adrian. Well, maybe not really Adrian so much. But still, he had hurt me.

'No, Rose, this isn't you, it's the darkness.' I tried chanting in my head.

I thought maybe by saying this I would get calm, get back my sanity. But I was mistaken.

Just as my sanity seemed to be in my range, I let go of it.

Darkness surrounded me. It controlled my mind, my whole being.

I wanted death.

Then I remembered seeing Lissa's face as she ran. Scared. Of me.

Lissa, my best friend, was scared of me.

That almost brought me back to reality.

Until I realized her nose was no longer broken. She didn't even sport a bruise. Must be Adrian's doing.

'Well, well, Adrian, you shouldn't have helped poor Lissa, now you will have to pay for what you did.'

'No, Rose, this isn't you, it's the darkness. No, Rose, this isn't you, it's the darkness.'

'Kill them. Kill them all. Each one of them. One by one. Rip them to shreds. Cause them the pain they caused you. Kill them.'

'It's the darkness Rose, control yourself, don't let it overcome you.'

'Kill them.'

This mental war waging inside my head made me dizzy. And tired.

My feet automatically started taking me towards the cafeteria, where, I was sure, Eddie had taken Lissa and Adrian. And I couldn't seem to stop them.

'Rose, control it. Don't go there.'

I tried to listen to my mental voice but the darkness was overpowering.

'Go to them. Take your revenge. Avenge all the pain you had to go through. Torture them, make them suffer for what they did to you, Rose.'

'Rose, NO!' I was almost at the cafeteria when I finally stopped myself.

Backing away two steps, horrified, I ran to my room.

What was the first lesson Dimitri taught me? Yeah. Run. As hard and a fast as you can.

I burst into my room and bolted the door. And finally, I let the darkness overpower me.

I saw red.

Yeah, well, that's what too much of darkness does to you.

And, it being the only outlet for my emotions, I punched the wall. And again. And again. It may have been seconds, minutes or hours. I don't know. But I kept punching.

With each punch a bit, though a tiny one, of darkness left my mind.

But I punched counting them 'One, Two, Three, Four …ninety-one, ninety two….two-hundred-and-four, two-hundred and five…five-hundred-one, five-hundred two…one thousand one, one thousand two….'

I guess I lost track after that. But it didn't matter; the numbers soothed my agitated and mess-up mind. The punches hurt at first, but eventually my hand just numbed. My knuckles bled profusely, and from the sharp pain in my wrist, I had broken a bone.

And the wall, well, let's just say it was a bloody mess. Okay, that was an understatement. Blood covered every inch of it, making it look like it had been painted a blood red.

I pointedly ignored my hands, afraid of what I would see.

'Surely, surely it wouldn't be worse than the wall.' I stupidly thought.

But boy, I couldn't have been more wrong. It was grisly. Disgusting. Gross. Pick a horrible word and that was it.

My hand looked like it had been made of blood due to the layers and layers of blood, fresh and dried, that stuck on it. The blood extended in trails up my arm, right to the shirt, soaking a bit of it. After the recent blood loss and lack of food, I was kind of surprised I had this much blood left in my body.

This was the final straw.

I couldn't take it anymore. This pain. This- this heartache, this feeling of unwantedness.

So, finally drained of energy and free of darkness, I did the only thing I could do. I cried. And not the tears-down-my-face crying, the actual sobbing, clawing-my-eyes-out crying.

I cried for everything I'd lost, everything that was lost to me. I cried for the simple times with me and Lissa in Portland. I cried, dreading that night Dimitri came to take us back, I cried for regretting ever falling in love with him, I cried for when he was turned Strigoi, I cried for when I left my Lissa alone, for hurting Arian, for when Dimitri's love faded, for my fight with Lissa, for losing my friends. I cried for everything bad in my life. I cried I was destined to become a Guardian an put my feelings aside.

I cried for being Rose Hathaway.

When finally me eyes had run dry, I stopped choking on my sobs, I checked in on Lissa through the bond. And what I saw astounded me. Her mind was filled with hatred towards me.

I had taken away all her darkness with great cost to myself, hadn't I done enough?

'You could be dead for all I care.' Her words rang in my head in a startlingly cold voice.

'Yeah? Dead? I'll show you dead, Lissa, I swear to it.'

So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Just let me know. Any guesses on wht's going to happen next?

R&R!