HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

Its 24th feb 2011!

Im in a rush. Its about to be 12 and theres something going on downstairs. I just know it so I better hurry.

Have fun, will catch you guys later and then PM u any questions that needed to be answered :P

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Death and Despair.

There were three human girls standing in front of three people with masks.

One was standing in front of them all.

"I told you I'd make you regret it."

Only now did I realize that this familiar voice sounded like the same guy who had come to assault Lindsay.

I suddenly turned towards the door to open it but I couldn't as this guy yanked my hair so hard that I felt it would rip out of my head.

I squealed and he pushed me into one of the counters.

I turned around, my waste hurting.

I looked at him wide eyed.

"Remember me?" he laughed evilly. "I have a little show for you, after this, I'm sure you wouldn't want to mess with my… missions." He said seriously.

He pointed to one of the other guys.

The other one nodded and spoke in a heavy deep emotionless voice. "Amanda James. Successful surgeon. Saved many lives. Her friends took her out since she hadn't had fun in a while. She will die today torturously, because of you. "

He looked at her straight in the eyes.

All three girls looked so scarred.

My eyes widen as he hypnotized her saying "You will not scream."

"I will not scream" she repeated.

He tore her apart limp by limp and I watched in horror as she couldn't scream yet tears tickled down her eyes.

Acid turned in my stomach at the sight before me, at the raw meet falling out of her, the blood spilling around her that flew to across my face.

She was in a lot of pain and ignoring the blood all around her and the mess I tried to pull him off of her screaming "Let her go!"

I was once again pulled back and thrown on the wall.

I heard a crack but I ignored it.

I couldn't believe my own eyes as she fell lifelessly of what was left of her.

He nodded to the second guy.

Tears streaming down my face as I could feel my stomach do summersaults.

"Please don't.." I said in a weak voice.

"No, no, no.. you need to learn a lesson."

The other guy spoke "Meet Jammie Scott, fantastic cook. Runs her own business. Has a 3 and 9 years old children-"

"No please don't" I said while trying to walk to her only to be shoved down again, this time on the floor.

I was this young when my parents left me I didn't want her kids to go through that horrible pain I did.

"And she will die. Her kids will miss her and become homeless as they don't even have a father. Go from home to home" this man had a sadistic tone. Like he enjoyed it.

I looked at him in disgust. How could they do this to innocent people?

In a second he dismembered her head as the blood splashed across my face.

I screamed.

I didn't feel so strong anymore.

I closed my eyes and fell to the floor, tears still streaming down my face.

Telling me their names and history made it even harder to see them die as well as the gruesome sight in front of me.

There was nothing I could do.

This was my entire fault.

Despite that I had always thought that given a situation like this I would never be scared and I wouldn't feel anything but to experience it was a whole new story. Not that I had ever thought about this but I did once when I was watching a movie. Thinking about it now made me want to laugh at how I thought that the actress had no survival instinct because in these type of situations you're supposed to be calm not crying and freaking out, much like me right now.

I was right about one thing. I wouldn't feel anything. Because now I was starting to get a numbing feeling.

Was I going to die too?

After seeing all this I would probably have a painful death.

If they killed me.. what about my family?.. What about.. David?

If they didn't kill me.. how was I gonna handle and deal with this? Knowing I caused their death to save my sister-in-laws?

She had someone to love, they did too. She deserved to live just as any one of these.

Why? Why was this happening?

I did what I had to at that time.

What was I going to do now? No. The more important question is what can I do?

The same guy jerked my head up, dragging me up with him and slapped me. Hard.

I could feel blood pouring down my mouth.

"Open your eyes." He said harshly.

I didn't. I kept crying and now sobs were escaping my mouth breaking the silence in the washroom.

My entire body was shaking.

"I said open your eyes." He repeated through gritted teeth and the last word came out as a hiss. "Or else.." his voice changed into a sadistic one.

I gasped and opened them when I felt one of his hand slowly reach my lower waist. A little too low for my liking and his other hand reached near my stomach between both my ribs and a little too close to my upper body for my liking.

He broke my ribs.

He was still holding my hair and I felt the burning increase.

I thrashed against him as the pain intensified and I found it extremely hard to breath.

My breath was coming in short gasps and my tears just didn't stop.

The pain was too much.

His hand reached another one of my ribs and I froze.

"Good girl"

He stood behind me and I could feel him nod.

"Kitty McAllister, Just engaged to the man of her dreams and in madly in love. Getting married tomorrow after a long time and was having her bachelor's party here today. She will die before she could live life to the fullest. Because of you."

I started crying harder as he ripped her in half slowly.

Literally in half.

I was shaking uncontrollably.

This cant be happening.

There was blood everywhere and on me too.

My head was a turmoil and I couldn't think or feel anyone.

I was chocking on my breath I didn't even notice as he smashed me into the mirror giving me many deep cuts and letting me bleed profoundly.

Honestly after watching all that even if I closed my eyes for a second I would see them being ripped up all over again.

Tears never stopped but breathing was getting difficult.

They let me fall to the floor.

A pool of blood was already forming around me and to add to it they slashed my body just enough to make me bleed but not die.

I would probably end up bleeding to death anyway.

I could feel the life from me seeping away slowly.

As I was on the brink of death consuming me, lying on the floor, I heard a smooth voice. "Elizabeth?" followed by a knock.

"Are you okay in there?"

I couldn't talk. I couldn't bring myself to move either. I had no energy left in me.

A strangled groan left my lips as I tried to say "David"

Next thing I know is that the door is ripped of its hinges and his eyes were black.

If looks could kill I'd be dead. That's how scary he looked.

He came over to me in a second and picked me up gently.

He carefully put me in his lap and supported my head.

Looking around he saw all the blood.

When he looked back at me he said "I'm sorry" and bit my throat.

In a minute's time I was in pure bliss as he injected his venom in me.

His venom fixed me for the third time and I sat up not feeling any physical pain but I couldn't stop the tears from flowing freely and hugged David tightly.

"I'm so sorry" he kept repeating.

"Why- why are you sorry?" I asked confused.

"Because this is the third time in a row that I injected my venom in you. It means that we have bonded. We will feel how the other feels all the time now." he said "I'm sorry, I should've told you but everything happened so fast… I'm so sorry."

My crying had stopped for a bit but I hugged him harder and cried even harder.

When he stopped apologizing and I kept crying he silently said "What happened?"

I held onto him harder.

"He- he came.. He said he would make me regret.. Oh David!"

I pressed my head harder into his chest.

I just wanted to hide in him.

His arms made me feel so secure and his strong grip made me feel so safe..

"Who came? Regret what?" he said calmly.

"I don't know.. Regret saving Lindsay.. something about not messing with his missions.. He killed them all.. one by one. They died because of me David. I couldn't save them." My voice sounded strangled and strange.

I couldn't talk anymore as the images kept replaying in my head.

"Sshhh" David comforted me with some soft words before picking me up, whispering something to his guards outside and heading out.

All too soon I was at my home.

Not David's. But mine.

He slowly took me upstairs to my room.

"I need to clean up. I can't stand to be in these cloths"

I tumbled to the bathroom.

I rushed to the shower and switched it on me.

The cold water poured down on me ruining my already ruined cloths and making me shiver as I slowly slid to the floor.

The blood washed off of me and forced the water to turn red around me.

I put my arms around my legs and just sat there leaning my head against the wall.

After five minutes I saw David walk in and he came to sit with me.

He didn't mind as his Armani suit got wet and ruined.

"Are you cold?"

I nodded.

He took his suit off, put it on me, turned the water to warm and put his arms around me pulling me on top of his lap.

He hugged me as I started weeping again.

An hour later I looked at him from under my wet eyelashes.

The only words I could force myself to say was "Make me forget"

What will he do? And should he do it? :P

Didn't have time to edit. Excuse my mistakes :P

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Zoya.