The plan had been set in motion.

It had been so easy to lure her away. Humans were such curious creatures, almost to a pitiful degree. A small noise in the trees was enough to lead her to investigate: an investigation that brought her straight into your assault.

Never had a kill felt so good. Though you had never killed a being whom you've never met, let alone anyone innocent of crime, this blood that spilled was unbelievably special.

How badly you wanted to torture her, make her suffer; but your plan would not allow it. Time only allowed one blow, and you executed it magnificently.

The moment of her death came and went. The lights in her eyes immediately faded. She didn't even have a breath to spare to glance at your handiwork or even make a sound. Blood beautifully stained her white blouse and ran like a creeping river down her legs.

In an instant he was there. You knew he would be drawn to the smell of her life force. Upon arrival, he knew he was too late. Minutes seemed to pass as he simply stared at the corpse at your feet. Then his eyes were on your bloodied hands.

You didn't even deny your cruel act. A smirk was plastered on your face as silence surrounded the open field. Her blood began to pool; the thick substance ran over the grass, seeped into the dirt, and soon enough, you were standing in the puddle. Only then, you laughed.

It was so quick.

It wasn't like you weren't expecting this. But the pain… Holy shit, the pain…

He was standing over you. It was surely a mirror image of how you were standing over her moments before. His claws now colored with your own life force. His eyes the color of fury… That sickening crimson…

But along with the fury in those eyes, there was also something else. Tears mingled with the blood splattered across his face.

He had not killed you quickly. He wanted to watch you die in excruciating pain as punishment for your heinous deed.

But you were still smiling.

The wound he had dealt to you… the physical pain you were in… was nothing compared to the torture you had been enduring.

This moment was what all your efforts were for. You were finally seeing him suffer. Now he would experience the same emotional torment you had.

First was the extreme grief at the death of your love…

Grief became loneliness that you would never see him in this world again…

Loneliness grew into guilt that you could not save him…

Guilt evolved into hatred for the person who killed the man you loved…

Hatred turned into obsession that vengeance had to be sought against the man who robbed you of the only happiness you had ever known…

Finally came the unyielding agony. Every negative feeling that came before combined and grew until it defined your entire existence.

This man, this damned half demon, had killed your mate. So you returned the favor.

This man would now and forever feel your pain. He would live the rest of his life in that same unyielding hell, knowing that your death would not resurrect his love.

And it was worth it.