I had been looking forward to this night ever since she left me. It was the day of our marriage.
We had planned it to be in Paris inside our favorite Goth club, Les Vampires. It was the club that we had met at and had our first ‘interaction’.
I had been spending so much time in town while I was at work, it didn’t hit me at first. Then I figured it out, she had been seeing my best friend behind my back for at least 4 months. I realized this when my friend, Vlad, had been avoiding me the last two weeks. I had known Vlad ever since I was a small child in grade school.
When the day came for us to get married, she broke down in front of me with tears running down her cheeks, smearing the black eye shadow down her face and on to her neck above the choker I had given her for her birthday. I was trying to comfort her and trying to get her to tell me what was wrong. All she said was that she was sorry that she didn’t tell me sooner.
A few days later I confronted my friend, Vlad, about their affair and that she had told me everything. That they had slept together in my bed, at my apartment, in my car when she borrowed it, and when I had gone on business trips for a few days at a time. He had denied all of it with a straight face, but I knew he was lying. I knew the look he had in his eyes, it was a look of power, like he was better than me. He had told me that I didn’t deserve her. With that comment I removed my dagger from its sheath and stuck him in the side of the throat, not to cut his vein, but just to let him suffer. While he was dying, I told him that whenever I die and get to hell, I will meet up with him and I will be his eternal punishment.
After I had taken care of Vlad, I went to see Charna, my ex-fiancée to deal with her. When I pulled up to her house I noticed a silhouette at the window and I could tell that it wasn’t her, it was too tall, she was only about 5’5. When I came to her door, her sister swung it open and had a pistol pointed at my head. I knew she couldn’t pull the trigger; we were too close for her to kill me. So, with that, I grabbed the gun and turned it around so it was in HER face. I pulled the trigger, blood shot out the back of her head and on to the wall a few feet behind her. I just stood there a few moments enjoying the sight of her lifeless body lying there in a puddle of blood. After I had my fill of the joy of killing her, I moved inside Charna’s house to look for her. I just shouted out “Charna, HERE I COME,……. sweet..heart.” Then out of nowhere Charna came around the corner by the hall with a shotgun and pulled the trigger, thank god she was a lousy shot; she had only gotten a little part of my arm. I flinched a little bit and lunged toward her. She let off another shot that barely missed my head. Then I tackled her pinning her hands and the shotgun above her head. I again removed my dagger, but this time I wanted to play. I raised my hand with the dagger in it up to her hands that were pinned and slowly cut off on of her fingers while she let out an ear-piercing scream. I took her up and drug her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. I wanted her to regret ever hurting me. I stripped her naked and tied her up to the bed with the leather straps she had in her dresser. I then began to lightly run the blade of my dagger up and down her bare skin. I then shoved the blade into the side of her breast taking it around the radius cutting about half of it, spilling blood over the silk sheets that we had made love on so many times before. She had passed out by then so she didn’t scream, which I was looking forward to hearing again. After about an hour she finally had woken up and started screaming with what little energy she had left when she noticed that she was breast less.
I then walked out to the front door and picked up the gun that her sister had tried to shoot me with. I stepped outside and sat on the steps in front, leaving the door open so I could hear Charna calling for help like a little lost child. I then chambered a round and raised it up to my temple. I waited a few moments enjoying the crying in the background before I took my own life, knowing that I was going to die for this anyway.