Revenge is sweet. Guilt is a bitter pill to swallow. A man scorned is a lethal dose of chaos waiting to erupt. I have laid waste to all that has crossed my path, and my destruction is not done, for I have one true wish I want to achieve as I stare at the reason for my heartbreak in the eyes. This is what my life has come to, a ruthless killer that shall reap justice as he sees fit.

Shall I show remorse? Remorse is not a word that shall cross my lips. I shall relish in satisfaction as I stand over a body that I shall rip to shreds. But first, I need to hear for one last time what drove such deceit from a woman that I once loved with every part of my being.

"Sebastian, I asked, what are you doing here?"

"I do not know if I should be honored that you know who I am."

"I do know of your stature in the community."

"My friend, you shall refrain from referring to the Vampire community so loosely. I believe that our dear Anastasia has told you everything."

"Well, you will be surprised what a woman shall share when she is scorned."

"Oh, believe me, I do. She very much shared your bed."

A sudden burst of shock sets over his face. Did this man for one minute think that he shall make love to my once beloved and I shall not find out? The guilt in her head would have tormented her for an eternity; it would only have been but a matter of time before I would have learned of her deceit.

Am I taking my revenge on the person that truly deserves it? By all means, I do not feel the urge even to care. Did they care about the love I held for her while they so passionately laid between his sheets and take each other to heights of ecstasy? The mere thought of hearing her moan as another man possesses what is mine makes me sick to my stomach. It is an image that is playing a ruthless game of agony in my mind.

This man, he shall die today, I shall slowly rip his skin from the bone and break every single bone thereafter. There shall be no part of his body I shall leave untouched. I shall have my pleasure with him, and once I am satisfied, I shall rid Anastasia from every part of my being. There shall be no further minute spent having her drag her endless misery through my body.

Not even having to hesitate, I grip him by his throat and squeeze my fingers one by one tighter until his voice is only but strangles of pleading. With the greatest of ease, I drive his body back through his door to the very far side of his kitchen wall. I feel him kick and squirm, and I lift his body higher up in the air. His terrified eyes are looking down on me; I see as the life starts to drain from them one by one. But his fate will not be this easy. I toss his weak body to the side.

It only takes me one swift movement, and I find myself towering him in all my splendor. With only but one foot, I trample his chest, and with the utmost force, I hear his ribs starting to snap. It is like a sweet symphony to my ears as he begs for his life.

"Ha! Do you think I will spare you? I won't even be gone a second, and you shall have that Delilah back in your arms. What is it that makes you superior to me? You are nothing but a measely man."

"Perhaps," he stutters on his words as he is now coughing up a great amount of blood, "Perhaps because I am not a monster."

"Oh, my dear friend, you shall see a monster tonight. But I do need to remind you that your dear love holds the very same name of that being a monster."

"She is a gentle soul. She shall never hurt one the way you so easily do."

"Pity you are not going to live long enough for her to prove you wrong."

As he manages to find the strength to sit up straight, I bend down and grab him by his shirt, tearing it from his body. I expose my claws and drag my razor-sharp nails down his body, loving every minute as the blood comes pouring for it. It does give me the incredible urge to feed, but I shall not touch the filth that Anastasia lost herself in. For all I know, she drank from him; what is a promise worth then. Why should I promise that I shall have not another woman if she can have as many as she desires? I shall show her what she desires, a corpse.

I completely catch him off guard as I rip him up in the air by his ankle, his hands furiously trying to grab hold of my body.

"I am going to bleed you dry. I shall get your dear love to come to your rescue, and she shall see how you lose every ounce of that light that keeps your body going."

"Well," he stutters uncontrollably as the rush of gravity to his head shakes his mind off balance. "You shall get your wish."

"Oh, and what shall that be? To see you die? I am fulfilling my wish with the utmost of pleasure."

Just then, I hear the scuffle of feet behind me. I need not even have to turn my head. The scent is unmistakable.

"She has come to your rescue after all. How touching." I turn around to face a very horrified Anastasia, "I am so glad that you could join us. I think I have truly underestimated your level of unfaithfulness."

"Sebastian, let him go."

"Why? So you can let him loose on your body? Have you not had enough of the sin that he so easily provides? Have you not hit that dagger hard enough? There shall be no way that I shall let this mortal go."

"Please, I do not wish to hurt you."

"Ha! You know that I am far stronger than you are. There shall be no way you can overpower me."

"Please just let him go."

I watch as a very fearful Anastasia tries to make her attempt and save her loverboy. Just when I thought she could not hit a further low, she shows up at the man's house that started this all. Has she come to seek the comfort of his bed again?

"Why are you here, Anastasia?"

"I needed to talk to Augustus."

"Well, you have seen him, you have spoken. Now leave. You should not underestimate my hatred for you. I shall have no calm in turning the rage onto the one that truly does deserve every ounce of it."

"Sebastian, please."

"I said leave!"

"You can't make me leave the house of a friend."

"I can. I am the Vampire Master, and this fool has done a wrong to me. He shall receive the punishment of death. Now leave!"

Not waiting for any further protest from her, I slowly swing the man around; I want him to watch me in the eyes as I rip his throat to pieces. I want to show him what a monster I am. With my right hand, I yank his head to the side, exposing my fangs; I slice his skin open in shreds. His agonizing cries fill the silent air of the night.

"Please stop," he pleads. "Nothing happened. We did not do anything."

I stop for a brief moment; taken aback by his statement, I turn to look him in the eyes, "What do you mean nothing happen?"

"We did not have sex. Nothing happened. I drugged her, but I used too much, and she became unconscious. Please. I promise you. Nothing happened."

"And you think that I need to take your so-called confession serious. Do you think for one minute I shall believe you? I, my dear friend, I do not care to see you die today. The fact remains, she ran to your arms; I do believe she was in your arms. Or do I find myself wrong?"

The man goes silent, not admitting to a word that I have just spoken. Silence is always an admission unsaid. Does she, does he, do they both think that this makes things somehow better? I shall not stand for any form of betrayal. My heart can sit well if she seeks the comfort and support of the Vampire Hunter, but a random man, a man that I do not carry knowledge of, well, that does not sit well with me at all.

So, it does not take me a moment of hesitation; I rip a chunk of his flesh from his neck. He shall slowly bleed to death, and his love, Anastasia, shall watch him perish. I have settled the score. A life for a life. My life ended the moment she admitted that she was with another man. His life, now, has too ended.

But as I make my exit, I turn to look at her in the eye. There is no emotion behind those blue eyes that I have grown to love. I can see that she is torn between which way she should go. There is nothing she can do for her love anymore, and as for me, there is nothing that she can even achieve.

Yet, she calls back for me as I finally step out the door, "Sebastian, please, can we talk?"

"Anastasia, I have nothing to say to you. You broke my heart. I do not care if nothing sexual happened between you and this man. The fact is, there was some sort of intimacy, there was some sort of contact."

"But you and…"

"Do not even dare to compare me to you. You came with the full intention of being with this man. I don't want, and I will repeat it again, I don't want anything to do with you."

"But where am I going to stay? I cannot stay with the Vampire Hunter. You know the Vampire community will frown upon that."

"And I guess you are getting satisfaction in telling me something that is the truth."

I watch as she gets that innocent smile on her face, the one that has turned my body into a complete mess every time I laid my eyes on her. There is a new sting to my heart, a new hurt that drives a nail into my coffin. She might be right about one thing, but that does not give her the right to my heart still.

So it is with very much frustration that I need to make a choice that shall keep the peace between the Vampire community. I cannot have a Vampire living with a Vampire Hunter, regardless of all the battles that we have fought together. The word shall come out that she is no longer my beloved and my wife, but I cannot let word travel that I have lost control over a rogue Vampire.

"You shall be free to remain in the Belmont House, but let me make this clear. There shall not now or ever be any relationship between us. You shall refrain from being in my company. I, Anastasia, my love for you died."