Two Months Later

"Stop this Vincent please."

I stand in the blood of the dead, begging the man that I love to not avenge me.

He is silent as he stares at me and for a second, just a second I think that he is going to stop.

I am a fool to think that.

He strolls up to me, never , not once dropping his eyes from mine.

He stops just a breath a way.

I swallow hard, a deep frown marring my skin.

He lifts his hand to my long hair twirling his finger ...