I knew something wasn't right. I knew that she was drifting away from me. I do not love her. I never have. But I wanted to keep her. And he took her away. My best friend, my comrade, what a joke. He is nothing to me now. I trusted him and be betrayed me. He will die for his betrayal. But she will live. I will make her pay by taking away her dearest love and leaving her to die alone. She should suffer for what she has done. I was only interested in Julia so I could break her. I wanted to break her spirit and her soul. It is a hobby of mine. But Spike ruined my plans. But maybe my plans can still continue. She will break when she learns of the death of her dearest one. I will have her then. I hope she comes to me, bearing her guns. I hope she attempts to take my life. I will kill her then, in her last moments of agony, I will be avenged. Their treason runs deep, turning my blood into ice. This is the beginning of a new Vicious, one that is capable of many horrors. I will never stop hunting them; I will follow them across this galaxy in order to murder them. That stupid wench, thinking she could escape me. But I will miss her touch. Her skin was always so warm and inviting. Her golden curls always appeared to be falling, covering her eyes, slipping down over her bear breasts, and caressing my face. She had long, slender hands, tipped with perfect nails. Nails that she used to dig into the flesh of my back. Oh, such was Julia. Every part of her is perfect, like something made of marbled stone, taunting my imperfections. There were times when I made love to her that I thought of how wonderful it would be to slit her smooth, soft neck. I always scared her in those moments, forcing her down, whispering death threats into her ear. I could see the absolute fear in those clear eyes. But then in the excitement, those feelings would fade away, memories of a rage I cannot explain. I hated everything she was, but I loved using her. Now I only desire her pain and eventual death. Sometimes I miss her company, however. I wake up longing for her body to be next to mine again. But I never loved her. I will never love anyone. It was the principal of the matter. Spike knew my intentions; Julia was not the first to suffer at my hands. But he interfered, and he broke something that was sacred. He claims to love her. He claims he has found what he lost somewhere in his past. Men like he and I are not meant to love, these feelings are not real. All of my loneliness is because of him. I have no friends or lovers. I have hated before, but never like this. Hell has nothing on me. The only way they can rest together is in graves, and I will not rest until I put the star-crossed lovers in them. I am coming for you, Spike. Julia.