Warning, this chapter may be a little too gruesome for some people. I'm sorry for the long delay but ive had a bit to deal with in my personal life, aswel as writers block which I WILL NOT LET DEFY ME! Ive decided to keep writing this chapter until it goes away and leaves me alone. Sorry if ive been lingering a bit on the whole heartbreak thing but ive just learnt recently, yet again may I add, that guys are ASSHOLES, so it might have influenced me a teeny bit:)
I also thought the lyrics make a nice touch too, they fit in perfectly dont you think?

It's gonna take a long time to love
It's gonna take a lot to hold on
It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah
Left in the pieces that you broke me into
Torn apart but now I've got to
Keep on rollin' like a stone
'Cause it's gonna be a long long way to happy

P!nk - Long Way To Happy

Emma's POV

How many times must a heart break? I massacred the Parisian train station, I killed my own son, I nearly killed my mate, and then to top it all off, his god-damned wife comes back and he could do nothing but look? I mean he bloody left her centuries ago! How the hell does she have the right to just come back and take my everything away from me?

I saw her take his hand and kiss it. That was it, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to get away.

I fled from the scene. I had to get away, anywhere, I didn't care. I tore through the trees and bushes, trying to put as much distance between us as possible, although with a little more care to secrecy than before.

I was heading northwest through the countryside, advoiding towns as I went. I was too heartbroken to hunt. Eventually, I ran out of land to run when I came to a beach so I dove into the water and kept on ploughing forward. I swam the Channel from about Le Havre to Bournemouth, and I just kept on running.

Dawn was breaking when my mind finally cleared enough to stop running and look where I was. I had found myself a few miles from Holyhead in Wales. I decided to stop for a while and think about things.

I found an old abandoned church and perched myself inside for when the darkness enveloped the land again.

I thought back to what had just happened. Not once did I hear Mícheál, let alone anyone, try and follow me here. How had Róisín come back? Was she not supposed to be dead all those years ago? I tried to think back to my human years to see if there was any mention of her but the only thing I could clearly remember were the last few years of my life. Anything else was like trying to look through a dirty window. If Róisín was supposed to be my ancestor how can she still be here? The more I thought about it the more suspicious I became.

I heard a car approaching and I sank back into the shadows of the broken church. The car pulled up beside the old building and two young people got out, carrying with them a blanket and a few food items. I gazed out in curiosity, forgetting my brooding thoughts. The couple laid their blanket on the ground and lay down on it. A knife stabbed at my heart when they embraced, reminding me of my inner turmoil.

I turned away and put my hand over my mouth to prevent me from wailing. Suddenly, anger flashed through me, I always had a problem with my anger. Why should they be allowed any happiness when I was in such misery? I whipped around and snarled. The young couple didn't hear. I jumped out from my hiding place and knocked their heads together with all the force I had, turning them to mush. I lifted both bodies at the same time and held them above my head, letting their blood trickle down my throat. The bodies drained, I flung them to the side and set about my work on finding a place to hide them.

The October sun began to set, or rather the cloudy sky was darkening. I stepped out from the church and looked around me, letting my instincts feel around for any danger. I felt no remorse for the recently deceased. This life was making me bitter.

I started out on my journey into the nearest town, I needed to clean myself up after the mess I had made of myself. I strolled into Holyhead and geared straight towards the well that was nearby. There was no one around so I didn't worry much about being seen covered in blood. I cleaned myself up and stole some new clothes from a washing line. This done, I marched out of thr town again.

It hit me that with no mate or driving thirst I had no purpose. My breathe drew in sharply as I realised that I was going to spend my eternity alone, without Mícheál. The alone part wasn't so bad, I could deal with that.

But without Mícheál? No. No way in hell was I going to live through my existance without him.

This concluded, I decided that I had to find him. I had to tell him to leave his wife. The only question was was he going to do it? I had to give it a try, even though I was probably going to fail. But failure wasn't an option.

I started heading south again. I prepared myself for when I saw them again. I knew that it was going to be hard when I see them together again but I just had to do something about that hag that stole my love away from me. I was preparing myself for the fight of my life.

Either way, Róisín or I was going to die soon.

Well, what did you think? Its two in the moring here can you tell from my writing? Haha.

Im not really sure about the character that Emma is turning into, im starting to feel sorry for Mícheál and Róisín but can you really blame her for reacting the way she did? To be honest, I wasnt meaning for the story to turn out like this, but it demanded to be written and wouldnt let me steer it the way I wanted. Awell, let me know if its getting out of control will you?

The next chapter might take a little longer to get out as my life is about to turn a lickle bit hectic. More reviews might boost my confidance and compell me to write faster:)