The sacrifice is never knowing
Anger flowed through Rhiannon Maelstrom's lithe body as she stared at the picture infront of her. She hated those cold blue eyes and that brutally cuel smile.
Why I never walked away
She hated every single part of the evil vampire and she knew, no matter how hard it was going to be or how long it took, she would get him back for what he had done to her.
Why I played myself this way
Kristopher Redfern was the leader of The Nightworld and had once been the ruler of her heart. Not now, Rhiannon felt that she no longer had a heart. In it's place a thing made of cold steel was left behind.
Now I see you're testing me pushes me away
The vampiress sighed as she threw the photograph into the flames in her fireplace. She was destined to see that face once again, and when she did then her fellow vampire would end up with a wooden stake through his black excuse for a heart.
I've tried like you
Rhiannon turned and looked in the full-length mirror at the other end of her luxurious bedroom. A tall young woman stared back at her with delicate blue eyes. Platinum blonde curls fell past her shoulders perfectly, contrasting with her black t-shirt and jeans. Her appearance, at least, was still the same. It had survived Redfern's hold on her.
To do everything you wanted to
No more would she bow down to his evil commands. Now she would hunt down her one-time love.
This is the last time
She would not suffer the fool any more.
I'll take the blame for the sake of being with you
Rhiannon would simply kill him.