Dark black gristle protruded from the cavern i had sliced into her abdomen. True she was already dead, but i swear i could hear her panting for breath, a last desperate attempt at feigning life - the undead have a sense of humour it would seem.
My heart poured out the last of my love at that moment, hatred taking its place, vengeance would surely follow. Looking at her face a feeling of regret overcame me, not for the wound i had inflicted, but for the past, for the passing of katherine into the demon world. I spoke aloud in the darkness, my voice echoing off the walls of the crypt.
'My poor Katherine, how i loved you, how could you do it...' my brain then replacing my heart,
'No. I'm sorry. It wasn't you... you died way before any of the attrocites commited by the scourge inside you. I only hope you can rest easy now.'
I didn't feel any better now the deed was done, but at least she could sleep. My mind raced, i wanted to go back. We were happy a year ago, we had no troubles, lived comfortably and had many laughs. That all changed the night Gustaf entered our bedroom, i can still remember his long, overbearing, silhouette passing past the bed; me and Katherine screaming in panic. I jumped to my feet, lunged at the intruder without thinking anything of my own life, the only thought racing through my unfit mind, must protect Kath!
The man raised his arm, not in an aggressive manner, but still the hit flung me against the wall. I lost conciousness and awoke later on that morning, something which i regret to this day. Why couldn't it of been me.