Disclaimer: Don't own, SE does.

Warning: Rated M for blood, violance, disturbing contents.

A/N: Haven't been around for a while, RL keeps me occupied most of the time. Well, at least something longer this time, hope you'll like it:)


You have forsaken me. I'm on your side now, amongst the shadows, amongst the monsters, you have dragged me here with you and yet you turn your back on me. Are you happy now? Driving your claws into my heart because yours can no longer bleed?

Do you think it was easy for me to watch you dying? To watch you break down brick by brick what once used to be me and you? Do you think I was smiling?

You are pleading. You are begging me to turn back from the path you've set out in front of me. You are pathetic. There is no turning back now songbird, and you should be one to know that.

Yet, you go on. You disgust me, so miserable, so weak… Makes me want to kiss you back into what you used to be.

Traitor, the voices whisper darkly.

They'll pay for what they'd done. Does that scare you? You say it's madness. Perhaps you are right… But admit it, there is just something incredibly funny about the fact that it is you tellingme I've flipped.

You look so surprised when my blade cuts through your flesh. Your beautiful eyes so wide with disbelief and pain, lips slightly parted in a silent gasp… Do you have any idea what a sight you are? How so fucking beautiful…

You don't even flich as I lean in and lap at the lukewarm blood dripping steadily from the sword still embedded in your shoulder. The taste of iron over that of smoky steel… It should be, by all means, salty, but it's sweet, sweet like poison… It leaves me craving for more.

You should see your eyes. I've opened an endless void under your feet and pushed you over its edge, and to watch you falling is a pleasure that is almost sensual. Oh, I'm so going to enjoy this. You have a lot to pay for, and I'll make you pay all right, my beautiful…

Yessss, the voices hiss malevolent, craving.

I could cover you in a thousand barely visible cuts, map out your body with red kisses, this body that begs to be ravished even if you don't.

I touch your face, smearing the whiteness with their blood that is still on my hands, the blood of those worthless puppets down in the valley; and it's only now that you cringe, your eyes leaving mine.

I'm not having any of that.

I swiftly pull the blade from your shoulder, grabbing your chin and forcing it back. You'll look at me no matter what. I'll make you look at me.

The voices laugh with malicious glee as your eyes go wide with pain and fear once again, and before I know what I'm doing, my lips connect with yours, kissing so harshly I can soon taste fresh blood, my fingers gripping so tight I know they'll leave bruises.

Why aren't you trembling? Why aren't you crying now? Why don't you yell at me or hit me now that I've released you? You just stand there like a breathtakingly frail statue. Why don't you do something? Beautiful… Why don't you fight now?

Something grips at my heart as I watch you standing there, your blood slowly dripping to the soil, blooming withering roses there; and the voices screech their surprised disapproval. They stab through my head with a white rush of pain, but I push them away. My focus is on you.

Broken doll, the voices scream. Ruined salvation, somewhere deep inside of me a tiny voice cries. Worthless, they hiss.Everything, I ache.

My fingers sink into your silken hair, grabbing and pulling at the auburn strands, forcing your face upwards so I can see the damage I have done. Your lips are split and bruised, your blood mixes with theirs. I notice red nail marks on your temple and neck, did I make those? They look so ugly on your porcelain skin.

Where is your fire? Where is your flaring anger, flamboyant self-righteousness? Where are you?

The print of my hand is an angry red against your marred skin, the slap rings loud in the cold silence between us, but you don't move, don't even blink, just keep looking at me with blue-green eyes so pained and so knowing

And it is me slowly sinking down on my knees and burying my face into your thighs, clutching tight, shaking; and you crounching down beside me eventually, breathing a kiss on my forehead before walking away.