Crunch. Crack.
Those were the only sounds that seemed to register in my head as Blaine's body went limp in Sebastian's arms. My jaw dropped, the only thing I could seem to manage now, as he dropped him onto the floor like he was an old toy. The world had stopped, along with my now shattered heart.
Everything else, my scream, my fighting against the Weres, and the tears that flowed down my face all disappeared as I stared at his face. I thrashed and kicked as four of the werewolves tried to hold me down. I didn't hear the grunts of struggle that they were surely giving, I didn't feel their nails biting into my skin; I didn't even feel my ribs crack as I was thrown on the floor and stepped on. Nothing.
My eyes never left that face. The face that brought me back from my four hundred year hell in just a matter of minutes. Blaine wasn't smiling, like he had been after our unorthodox meeting. No, now he just stared at nothing, that blank stare haunting me even from all the way across the room. Suddenly, I started feeling the cold that seemed to be radiating off his body, I heard the lack of breaths he gave as he lied in the floor, I could taste the death that surrounded his little body.
I screamed again, and this time I could hear the pain. The suicidal need to be with him where ever he was. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I should have stayed away, knowing this could happen. I should've just left him! Who cared if I felt great for once in four hundred years? Now he couldn't ever feel anything again. Why? Why? WHY?
Blaine's brown curls fell absently over his forehead where he laid on his side from when Sebastian had so coldly dropping him after he knew his job had been taken care of. He hadn't even set Blaine down, he dropped him like he was nothing. But God, Blaine was everything.
Even lifeless, those bright hazel eyes seemed to scold me like he did a lot. But now, instead of having that spark of teasing or slight smile that seemed to follow that look, it was just an angry stare. Like he was watching me, showing me that I was a rotten piece of life and it should've been me instead of him.
Even when dead he was right.
This time, I let the werewolves shove me against the wall and kick me as I slid down. I finally closed my eyes, not being able to bare Blaine's gaze any longer. Then reality started really setting in.
The nausea only giving me a two second warning, I vomited everywhere. Death finally showing itself to my face, mocking me, laughing at me.
This is what happens, Death said. You think you can be a selfish bastard and not pay? I'm death. I always win.
God, when would I learn? I wasn't destined to be loved, to love. It wasn't in my fate. But God, why did he have to pay? Couldn't someone have told me sooner?
The answer was someone already had. I had known that I was playing with fire when I started falling for Blaine. I should've left right then and there. I hadn't had any luck with men in the past. Why did I think this would be different?
I opened my eyes again and remembered. That smile. That was why I had acted so selfishly. It was so big and careless, an actual smile. That was so hard to come by these days and when he first flashed it to me, I had known I was a goner.
It was also those curls that were always frizzy. They seemed to be full of life, always bouncing around when ever he made the slightest movement. Those curls described him, alive and wild. I'd always hated it when he gelled it back, Blaine thought if he looked the part, other people would believe him. Even when I believed in him regardless.
"There I think we are even now." Somehow, through the vomiting and self pity, I heard Sebastian's deep voice stab my body like a dozen knives.
I wanted to yell at him, punch him, kick him, and kill him. I wanted to call him things that everyone whispered but never dare to say to his face. I would do those things…if I was capable of even moving. Right now, I was still on the floor with tears running down my face as I threw up all of my sins on to that dirt floor.
"Leave me," Sebastian's voice had broken through my barriers again, followed by almost deadly silent footsteps walking away, and a door closing. One part of my brain had realized that I was alone with the killer of my love. The other part of my brain was too miserable to care.

End Of Part Two