Betrayal cuts deep. Betrayal by the one that you love with all your heart and soul is a death sentence. Did I ever see such deception be done upon me? Never in all my years that I explored the female kind so recklessly did I once foresee that I shall be on the receiving end.

To say that I am not feverishly mad shall be an understatement. I want to lay waste to all that I see in front of my eyes. I want to rip everything by the seems apart. God forbid the one that shall cross my path, I shall tear their skin off, each layer by layer until they are but only bone.

And as for this Delilah that is standing in front of me, the mere sight of her repulses me. It burns a hole through my heart just having to face a woman that I have given my all to. I want her to be gone; I want every trace of her to be removed from my life, from my existence. I shall not stand for one being unfaithful when you find yourselves in a soul-bonding union. She is my beloved right now, and as for the immediate future, she does not exist.

"Anastasia, I said get out! I do not wish to have you in my sight."

"But, Sebastian, where shall I go?"

"I am certain that our Vampire Hunter shall take you in, even far better; why do you not call on your Augustus? But I want you gone from the Belmont House. I do not wish to see you in my presence or any of the ones in this household again."

"You can't do that."

"I am the Vampire Master; I can even go as far as to stop the entire community to even glance in your direction. You have deceived me; you can be grateful that I do not lay the severest punishment down on you in this instant."

"You cannot kill me; you won't dare."

"Do you wish to test that theory out? I suggest you leave before I bring your miserable cheating life to an end. My dear, one thing that you do not seem to realize, I hold the power, and I shall enforce it as and when I see fit. Now for the final time, please leave this house."

It is with great anguish that I watch as she gathers her belongings in one mere suitcase and slowly makes an exist. But she does not leave before she has one final attempt and salvaging the wrong that she has done.

"Sebastian, please, can we talk?"

"Anastasia, I said get out!"

My voice rumbles in vibration as I demand her to be gone, with one parting thought.

"Consider our union as man and wife dissolved. Your presence as my beloved shall always be there, but for me, as of now, it does not exist. Now get out of my house!"

As she descends the stairs and makes her way to the front door, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. Down in the foyer, I see Edward standing with utter confusion on his face. With one glance, he knows that it is best not to ask any questions at present.

Back in my room, the raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The very bed that we made love in only but a few hours ago is torn to shreds until there is nothing but small pieces of fabric scattered over the floor. The chair she sat on where she so elegantly took those red stilettos off, finds its way through the window, glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror where she watched her reflection, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.

I lay complete destruction to everything that is and was a part of her until I can say that for now, for this minute, I shall be rid of any thought of her. And when she returns into the passages of my memories, I shall do it again and again until every trace of her has been taken from my life.

But this thought only but exists for a few moments, and she finds her way back into the very place I do not want her to be, she is in my head, and I want her out. So I make my way out of the chaos I created and find myself in the kitchen where Edward is on the phone discussing council business. As he sees me enter, he ends his conversation.

"My dear Sebastian, do I dare ask what is the matter."

"She deceived me. She was with another man."

"But I don't understand, when? For she is always with you?"

"The which hunt, when she scolded me for my ex-lovers, she went and sought the arms of another man."

"You mean she…?"

"Yes, I have asked her to leave and to never return. Now, if you shall excuse me, I have built up a rather nasty appetite."

As I make my way in the drizzle of the night, I find my way wandering a street that I have not been down for a rather long time. The street lights are falling in shadows down a very ominous path. There is absolute silence, but only my footsteps that echo over the pitter-patter of the raindrops beating onto the sidewalk. There is a danger that is lurking here. There is a danger that is hiding in the shadows that is ready to step out and destroy what is in its path. That danger is me. My heart is destroyed; I shall reap destruction.

It does not take very long for her to appear, now let us think about this, I am not allowed to drink from another woman. Shall I uphold this promise? I do not see why when the very woman that made me promised the very thing, his laid ruins to every single bond that we held.

So I slowly wait for the petite young blonde to pass me where I am hiding in the shadows. The trick is not to startle her; I wish for her to see me as charming, someone that she shall find inviting. Someone, and do I dare to say, shall have a sexual encounter right here for all to see. But that is not my intention; I am here to kill.

But before I shall send her on her final departure, I have this incredible urge to taste every sweet part of her heavenly nectar. I slowly step out and take her by surprise from behind; there is no intention, there is no need to be gentle. I want to devour her; I want to rip that beautiful skin apart.

In only but a split second, I have her pinned against a wall; I rip her blouse open. I want every single inch of her neck bare for me to take. In one flick of my neck, I expose my fangs. Her screams flow through the night air, but this will not stop. There is no time for elegance; I do not want elegance. I slam my fangs hard into her tender skin.

With nothing but pure excstasy, her blood flows trhough me and sparks every feeling I have not felt in such a long time. I can feel her give into my touch; she allows me to take, she allows me to push her own arousal, which fuels my desire to take her even more. And just as I think I can not take anymore, I take more, and I drink her dry. But then pure anger consumes me again as I see this woman that can so easily resemble Anastasia. In an instant, I rip the skin from her neck and lay every part of her to shreds until I am satisfied that I have ripped Anastasia from my mind.

As I dispose of her behind nearby building debris, the sounds of click-clack come from down the road; I find myself hiding in the very shadow that was my cover only but a few moments ago. I watch as a petite young blond with the deepest red stilettos pass by me. I do not even have a split second of thought. I overcome her from behind and rip her body to pieces, but not until I drink as much as I desire. She meets the very fate of the girl before.

Once I am satisfied that my needs have been fulfilled, I make my way to my true destination, but another site sparks my attention. She is blond, she is petite, and she is wearing that same deep colour red dress that Anastasia wears so well. All reasoning leaves my control, and I find myself pinning the girl to the ground, slicing every part of her delicate skin to pieces, taking as much as I need, and dumping her body in a bin.

Making my way further into the city, I notice the blood that is covering my white designer shirt. I do not care; I do not have any concern for the person at the end of my destination to see the proof of my rampage. They shall meet the same fate, they shall feel my wrath come down upon them. No one shall escape their fate tonight. Shall you make your way in my path, you shall find the same unfortunate ending. I shall not stop until I have come for what I want to achieve. You do not defy the Vampire Master, and that they shall soon learn.

I soon find myself standing across the road from the Vampire Hunter's house. Through the open windows, I can see them sitting huddled closely together. Shall this be another betrayal that I need to deal with tonight? Shall Zachariah defy me in such a way after what we have been through? I would like to believe not. I would like to believe that she has not gone this far as well. But do I really care? I want nothing to do with her; I want her to be gone from my life. How many other men has she been with? Do I wish to even ask such a question?

I find myself walking away before my heart gives in to what my head doesn't want. I do not want Anastasia. I am hurt; it is only natural to have second thoughts after such a bad experience. I know I need to come to do what I am set to do. I shall not let a trip of guilt make me falter. They shall pay.

It is with an utmost determination that I find myself knocking on the door.

"What do you want?"