It was gone. All of it. She clutched their picture to her chest. Once it had been framed in silver. Now it was torn and faded. Ironic, she thought. But then again, everything seemed to reek with irony these days. The rain for instance. Christian had loved the rain, and wished for it almost everyday before he was gone. Now, it hadn't stopped raining. She laughed bitterly. There had been three of them once, but now, it was only her. She looked for them, every night since, she had looked. It was hard to take life without the comfort of their makeshift family. It rained harder. She welcomed it, this time with tears of sorrow. That way, to the few passers by, she could have easily been drenched in the rain, rather than weeping.

She looked at the picture in her hands. Two pairs of eyes stared at her. The silvery eyes of Christian and the ice blue ones of Edge. The ink was running, making colourful tears appeal to run down the faces. Her heart ached as her legs moved her to a refuge. She absently opened the door to the café. It was busy. She blinked, adjusting to the light, then stood frozen. It was the Café du Monde. She felt tears make her throat constrict. It was their café. The three of them frequented it. Their booth in the corner was free. She stumbled over to it, sinking down in Christian's corner. His scent still remained, drawing more tears than a picture ever could. They had come here on their last night together. She leaned her head against the back of the wall, as Christian often had. She found an odd comfort in this act, as the waitress, who knew them well, sat down three cups of coffee, hazelnut flavouring in one mug, as she always had.

"Expecting company?" the waitress started her customer out of her reverie. She looked bleakly at the waitress, who muttered an apology, and walked away.

Maybe, she thought, if they suffer the same fate as I have.

She remembered the pain of dying, but more clearly, the pain of watching those she loved die. She swore revenge on the clan that had destroyed her family. And then there was darkness for an unrecognisable amount of time, then life again. She had awoke a fortnight ago, with her back leaned against a wall in a black room. There was no one alive with her. Only three bodies, hers and those of her companions. Though, they could barely be recognised. The had been slashed open at the stomach. She remembered trying to close her eyes as one of the clan members put a gun to her head, and made hr watch her life fall apart. Throats were slit, eyes gouged out, limbs removed.

As the memories flooded back to her in the cafe, she felt herself consumed by a rage to pure to describe. Sitting quietly, she let the moment pass, saving the violent urge she felt for the last member of the clan that was left to kill. Over the past two weeks, she had killed them all, treating them to the same fate they had given her 'family'. There was only their leader left. He was in hiding, but she knew. She had seen through a birds eyes that he was at the cemetery. Not tonight, she told herself, as she had for five nights. Just wait once more. She had waited for them to come back, but they never were. Somewhere in her heard, she knew it, but let her proverbial heart lead her along. Of course, he heart was no longer beating, and it never would again. Once the final payback was dealt, she would retreat back into the darkness within her soul, she guessed. She was never one of believing in the afterlife. While she was living, there was no point. They had been told by their maker that they were immortal. A lie, by someone, passed on to their maker, and to them. But he didn't matter. He had left, long ago with the realisation he didn't belong with the three of them, who were all deeply connected. For sixteen years, she had lived without knowing they were alive, and then once she did, it was taken for granted. She ached from missing them. Parts of herself, her soul, seemed to be gone, and she was doomed to feel it until this fate was over.

She looked at the picture again. As she did, she saw through the birds eyes where the clan leader was once more. It was his time, a hollow voice said, echoing through her heard. She rose, and after walking aimlessly, as if by someone else's will, she found herself in the cemetery. He was crouched beneath a monument, red eyes glaring with fear. He knew it was his time top. She moved closer, enjoying the paralysing fear she saw on his face, and felt coming from his mind. Pulling out a knife, and toying with it, she looked straight in his eyes. He didn't try to escape, but rejected his fate in his mind. She knew he really wanted to try and get away, but that wasn't going to happen. Not a chance. The rage surfaced as she saw his face as it had been on the night they were murdered. It was twisted in sick pleasure, and she imagined her face must look the same. But for one difference. He had killed innocents, for no reason. She was killing a murderer for revenge. Don't think, her head screamed, kill. Skilfully, she tossed the knife into the air, sending it flipping at him. It was embedded deep in his stomach. She moved quickly, following the knife's path, and drew a straight line from each of his sides. He bled, but this would not kill him. She pulled the knife out and teasingly held it close to his neck. Not that easy, she thought. Grabbing his wrist, she slowly, excruciatingly slowly, severed each finger, making sure he was watching until both hands were made useless. The knife already dripped with blood as she cut a circle around one eye socket, then the next. He was bleeding from 13 different wounds before she roughly slit his throat and left him. He was dead. She was finished. She walked back to the place she had first found herself, in the blackened room. The bodies had since been removed. She sank into sleep, hoping to never wake, and she never did. Her soul was set free to the otherside by her work. She was greeted out her darkness by the brothers. They had been waiting and watching, they told her. Now it was time to cross. The three became as they were before, light and happy, for all the eternity they had left.