No, all the characters from the movie are not mine.

Chapter 4—

I find death comforting. Knowing something, or more specifically someone, has lost all movement in life. Annette being dead comforts me to no avail.

She had it coming.

However way I analyze this, I can feel a karmic reward in the distance. Do I regret what I did? Should I repent my sins now? And the only answer I have to these questions of mine are fuck no. I've gone through much worse in the past than what I did to her. Memories I could have re-enacted in the form of Annette if I had chosen to. What I did to her was swift; she barely had time to react. I did the bitch a favor. She deserved so much worse.

"What are you doing here?"

"Did you think you could've gotten away scotch-free with what you did Annette?"

"That's rich coming from you. How many relationships have you broken up simply because you were horny? I figured I was just balancing out the universe. Doing my part to bring some good into this world."

I boil with rage inside as I grip whatever calmness I had left. Oh Annette, you fucking moron.

"Admit it. Though time has passed, and you've had your fair share of fucks, Sebastian was always the best for you. You didn't do it out of your own kind demented heart. You just needed release. So drop your virgin façade and live up to what you did. Then at least God will spare you from hell."

"Like you even believe in God."

"What does it matter? It's not like you'll be here much longer to lecture me about using his name in vain."

"What do you mean by that?"

With one move through the air, the blade striked her heart. She takes a sharp intake of air as she looks at me in fear. Did you really think I'd let you continue living?

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"So what happened?"

"What ever do you mean Blaine?"

"Sly bitch. You know what I'm talking about."

I let a smirk slip through before I coyly turn away from him.

"Kathryn."

I take a sip of my mocha latte and cross my legs.

"Kathryn!"

"What?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Spill."

"Alright fine. I stabbed the bitch." I said as I waved my right hand in the air.

"I knew it." He smiles triumphantly before he continues, "Valmont won't be too happy when he finds out."

"Oh shut the fuck up Blaine. He has no right to be angry. He knew who I was when he got involved with me. He knew there would be more than one repercussion from what he did."

"I would say you two are more than involved."

He smiles while I glare.

"Now now Kathryn, no need to get all hostile on me. I just thought it was about time that you acknowledged it as past fuck buddies zone."

A smile cracks through and we both begin chuckling.

We had been sitting at an outdoor café in Soho for a few hours now. I'm not prone to saying how lovely a day is or to follow the usual clichés of walking around the park while holding hands with a significant other. No, when I woke up this morning and felt the weather from out on the balcony, I decided to ditch Sebastian and call up Blaine.

As I left, I purposely left my cell phone on top of my pillow.

"You know Kathryn, after knowing Valmont as long as I've known you, I can tell you that he's not going to take it lightly when he finds out Annette is dead."

I smile as a thought crossed my mind.

"There is so much you don't know about our relationship Blaine."

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Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The sound reverberates as I make my way towards him. His posture is slouched and he seems to be contemplating something as I sit down beside him. He continues facing forward as I turn to look at him. There are slight grey bags under his eyes and I can see small indentations of past worry lines on his forehead. His silence is unnerving.

We sit there for a while, staring at the droplets of water coming down the backyard fountain. You'd think I'd be seeing Annette's blood, but the feeling of remorse hasn't existed within me for a while now. Not since after my aunt died.

He falls back on the steps while looking up at the moon, "You know I had believed in innocence. Despite my ethics and principles, despite the fact that I had never really seen it in real form, I held onto the idea that something or someone out there held it. I thought I saw that in Annette. I can see now that there is no such thing as innocence. I can see now it has always been dead."

He chuckles as he looks at me.

"How did she die?"

"Through her heart."

"You understand we are now both black in the heart."

I raise my eyebrow at him.

"I set up Court to look as if he was the one that killed her."

"Why the question when you already knew?"

"I wanted to hear it from you."

He stands before I can really say anything.

"Come on. I'm ready to celebrate. The prick's finally dead."

I take his outstretched hand and he starts walking back inside when he notices that I stay firmly rooted to the ground.

"How did he die?"

"Through his mind."

"Ironic."

"Figured you'd be pleased."

Not letting his hand drop, I close the distance between us and whisper into his ear.

"Why don't I show you just how pleased I am right here? I'm an impatient woman Sebastian."

I smile before I place my hand behind his head and bring him down to my level.

A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying this story as much I am in writing it. I still don't quite know where I'm going with this but hopefully in time, it'll come to me. As always, reviews are welcome.

S: ) I hope my writing continues to be well in this chapter.