Aftermath (5)

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AN: Next chapter will be longer.

I was speed walking down the street, trying to figure out where to go.

I was tired and hungry.

My body ached everywhere and black spots kept flashing across my vision.

I needed more blood so that my body could heal itself completely.

But what about mentally?

Mentally I was fucked.

My emotions were everywhere.

Anger

Hurt

Fear

Hope

Pain

Longing

Sadness

All mashed together.

I felt so lost.

I felt like a child.

With nowhere to go.

And no one to turn to.

I knew I should warn Jo about Kai.

But I couldn't...

I'd never felt so conflicted in my life.

Part of me wanted to scream, while another wanted to cry.

Being kidnapped and tortured by Kai had brought back the memories of Dahlia's torture full force.

And Kol wasn't here to help me through it this time.

I felt tears start to fill my eyes.

I wiped them quickly but they kept coming.

I saw a bar out of the corner of my eye and turned abruptly.

I quickly compelled my way in and rushed to the bathroom.

I ordered the women already in there out and slid to the ground with my back against the wall.

The tears kept coming.

Wave after wave.

Eventually, the tears stopped coming and the only sound that remained was the music from the dance floor.

I leaned my head back against the wall.

The crushing weight on my chest was gone and now...only rage remained.

My eyes flickered to the bathroom door and my blood sang a song of death and destruction.

My eyes darkened as my fangs extended.

And the monster was let out...

*******

I chugged the last bottle of bourbon as I sat on the bar counter. My eyes swept the destruction I caused.

Bodies littered the ground of the bar.

I estimated there to be around 30 bodies.

This bar had been the closest place I could find after I left the hotel.

I could feel the blood that was staining my skin, slowly drying.

I was so angry...

I didn't know what to do.

After I left the hotel, all I wanted to do was cause pain.

I wanted others to suffer as I did.

But now that I did that, all I felt was emptiness and a strange longing.

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