Well, this time she fucked up, she really did.

All around her, nothing but darkness. And a alcohol fragrance.

Actually, it wasn't exactly her fault. Budd fucked up. This jackass was so persuaded to overcome Bea... What a fucking fool.

She tries to stand up, but there's too much blood on her hands, and she just slips on the floor.
Fuck off...

No one could defeat her. Neither does her, neither does Bill, and in the following days, hours maybe, he'll learn it too.
That woman was higher than all of them. Sure she wasn't a simple human, she definitively was a superior being, a kind of half-goddess.

Her left eye-socket is such painful.

Bitch. It wasn't a way to be beaten. Elle would have prefere to be cut in a thousand pieces by this amazing sword, by this amazing woman.
Well... the truth was anyway, a part of her was pretty proud to die for B's hand. Sword-cutting or eyes-snatching, that didn't matter in the end.

She's dying. She knows she is. This is a not about blood or vital organs. What keeps a human heart beating is purely physiological. What keeps a human soul living is something else.
A purpose. A purpose that Elle reached now.
In fact she's dying cause her soul can't keep beating. It doesn't need to anymore.

Across those four years, what keeps Elle's soul alive was the hope to can, one more time, watch her in the eyes.
She's remembering the first and last time she saw Bea asleep. She was came to kill her. She was about to do, then Bill stopped her.
Don't you ever wake up.
Liar liar.
For few years, she thought she was in love with Bill, believed she loved him. Maybe she really did. But not a single day she's been in love with him. And Bill... Will Bill ever be in love with anybody but Bea ? It was pretty much the same about Bea. This bitch was not in all likelihood love with her Tommy guy. Only Bill.
Bill, Bill... kissing Bill for the taste or her lips. Sleeping with Bill to be connected to her.
Only Bea. This fucking half-goddess.

Now she's cold. The night is probably fallen. There's no sound around here. Just the one of her own breath. Alcohol smell is a little less strong, but still awkwarding. Budd's crappy cocktail is evaporating too slowly.

How mad she was when Budd told her he got Bea... The bloody bastard. He wasn't worthy of her. She deserved better.
And she got better, damnit. At this moment, she surrely was on her way to kill Bill. Elle hoped Bea will defeat. Elle knew Bea will defeat. Too bad she won't see it. Sounded like a last regret, but it was not.

Which "R" you filled with ?
Jackass...
No regrets anymore ! Cause...

The whistle of the snake carresses her hearing... The last sense she still got. Definitively too much blood on her hands to get a real touching, and in her mouth to get a true tasting. Definitively too much alcohol in the air to get a good smelling.
And no more eyes.
But she still can feel the air movements on her skin. This fucking snake gets closer and closer. Elle's waiting for it.
That's what she always waited for. What she always wanted to. Her purpose. Her soul-kepper hope.

Be killed by the Black Mamba. Actually by a black mamba, but it was the same. At this point, the rest didn't matter anymore.

She doesn't move, but she doesn't need to to disturb the snake. She's breathing. That's enough.
A little bite.
A bloody but expected pain.
Hence its handle "Death Incarnate"
Just as you, Bea.
Nothing turn into dark. For sure : the whole outside world is already in darkness. But in Elle's mind, colors start to vanish too.
Finally her last sense dies with the other ones.

Nothing but the darkness. The Black Mamba's whistle. The alcohol flagrance.
Her empty eyes wide open.