(This one is a little different than the others. It covers something a bit bigger. So its not complete. Its pieces of an overall story, but you can pretty much understand whats going on.)

        She was the only one he'd ever met that he didn't feel simply about. With everybody else in the world, the situation was simple. They were in and he worked with them or they were out and he ignored them or they were trouble and he took care of them. But with her he hadn't been able to work that way. And there she was lying on his couch, someone was sending him a message, and they wrote it using her body and blood. Blayne could feel the Beast clawing its way forward. It called for blood, for revenge. And that was something Blayne understood well.

        "I did everything I could to stop her."

        Isabella stared down her nose at him, her eyes nailed him to the spot "Did you really?"

        The remark stopped him cold. Of course he did. Didn't he? He tried everything short of physically restraining her, but Antionett would have none of it. She thought he was the one confused, that he mistook her for someone else. If she didn't recognize him, it wouldn't have been right to try something physical to restrain her. Then he would have definitely alienated her, and there would have been no hope for them. He was stunned. There it was. He stopped short of 'doing everything he could' and got her killed. He blinked slowly shaking his head, he was feeling a little lightheaded. How could he have let her down like that? He was selfish in his intentions and got her killed.

        Isabella stared at him a moment longer a slight smile touched her lips, let the little shit chew on that for a while. She whirled sheathing her sword, "Marriska. We'll talk later." the shadows enveloped her and she was gone.

        Blayne's mind was numb, in a daze he followed Marriska out into the graveyard. At some point he stopped walking, she walked a little bit more, hugging herself. "Blayne, do you know how old I am?" It was very quiet, barely above a whisper.

        "What?" he was confused, why was she asking him this, now, of all times?

        "I've been alive for over…" That was as far as she got.

        Blayne crossed the 15 feet in the blink of an eye. He grabbed her arm, spinning and pushing her. She whipped around to face him, trying to back away from him, she was off balance, tripping backward trying to stay on her feet, he slammed his left forearm up under her chin. Driving her against a large maple tree behind her, she cried out when she struck her head, he leaned forward on her throat pushing up. He drew his knife and slapped it against her throat, blade up, across her windpipe.

        "Do you fucking think I give a shit, Marriska!?" He roared, barely controlling himself. His fangs were bared and he was burning with rage, it coursed through his body. "You. Killed. Her." Leaning forward with each word, pressing and lifting, till she was on her toes. She made choking noises as she grasped at his arm try to relieve the pressure from her throat. " I'll end it right now. I'll saw your lying head off!" His vision started to get foggy and red around the edges.

        His rage was working up a head of steam and the Beast was telling him finish the job, he needed to get a grip. Kill Her. Do it. She wants you to, that's why she had you come out here, you have a dead mate that needs revenge, rip out her throat. It was there, pacing behind his eyes, whispering to him. He snapped his eyes shut trying to stay calm, everything was red, he was floating in a sea of blood. Blayne pulled back, she fell to the ground; he rammed the knife back into its sheath. His eyes were slits; his voice shook from the strain of trying to keep control. "Do you know how long I've been alive" he mewled mimicking. "You stupid bitch. I warned you it wasn't safe there for her. You had to argue against me, convince her it was okay, that you had some swing there and they wouldn't touch her. You took her to the Sabbat and YOU got her killed."He was flexing his hands, wanting to grab something and tear it apart. Blayne was barely resisting the urge to rend Marriska limb from limb. "So you think to cry to me about how hard things have been for you, not minutes after you get Antionett killed!? Some Sabbat member you are, I didn't realize they wept like this when things got tough."

        He turned his back on her, disgusted. He stormed off and without giving her another look, his voice floated back to her on the night air, "Run, Marriska, while you can." He left her there in the graveyard to weep her pathetic self-pitying tears.

        Blayne paused in the door way, his back to her.

        "I have only one thing to say to you Isabella. Antionett and I had a few discussions about you and your pals in the Sabbat. She told me that becoming a member of the Sabbat removes your Humanity. That it gets stripped away. And I told her time and again that you couldn't do that to a person, strip it away like that. You might convince her it was destroyed, make her think it was gone, but it was still there, all it would take is something else to show her otherwise. And I believed that with what was left of my heart and soul, I believed. And then you tried it with me." He shook his head, looking at his feet. " And I'd be damned if I was going to let you do it to me. And I go through it, you playing some kind of fucking head game with me all along. I managed to keep my Humanity. You know how? Your sister, Antionett. She was there waiting for me when the brutality was over, ready to take me back. Terrified of me though, afraid of what you may have turned me into. Afraid you had sent me back to kill her. Scared or not, she greeted me with open arms and love. You can't have that without Humanity. She just never saw that. But I wasn't different, I was scraped and bloody and dirty and I reeked of what you put me through. But I was still me. Antionett was my Humanity..."

        Blayne turned to face her, his eyes locked Isabella's, "And you killed her."

        His face was a tight mask of pain, his voice stopped working, he worked his mouth but no sound came out. Finally, he gritted his teeth and forced more words out between them, his voice growling with barely suppressed rage. "Well, now - now you all get to see what someone with no Humanity is like. I'm going to show you."

        "If it isn't the man of the hour."

        "What do you mean by that?"

        "You've become rather popular in certain circles, my dear boy."

        Blayne nodded. "Oh, that."

        "I bet you've got all those little scrotal sacs you cultivate as "friends" all over town right now, doing your bidding. Setting these Sabbat people up for a fall. Probably a very long fall. And all this is to keep you alive, isn't it? I really do wonder about you Blayne. You use people up at an appalling rate, and sometimes I really believe you don't realize it."

        "You think this is all about me, don't you."

        "Of course I bloody do. Don't be so silly." She sniffed, "But that neither here nor there, my boy.

        Blayne sat with his eyes closed, took a deep drag on the cheroot and held it, feeling the smoke rolling around in his lungs. He opened his eyes and checked the time on the clock on the wall. He let the smoke drift out of his nose and mouth, watching it slowly climb up and away from him. The smoke reached the ceiling and spread out in slow motion, looking for a crack to slip through, a hole in the defenses, like a lost soul trying to escape hell. He stood up, stubbing out the cigar in the ashtray on the table.

        "Right then. Game on." Time to run the scheme. Time to fuck someone's life up. Time to destroy someone.