(3rd person P.O.V)

Alana and Ami stabbed her stomach repeatedly. Kicking her face, cutting her arms.

“Stupid slut! That's what you get for taking Logan! How dare you sleep in his bed! How dare you be in his room! I’ll make sure you never see him again! “Alana took the liberty of taking off Erika’s robe, leaving her bare. She glared at this woman’s perfect skin and shapely form. She used her claws to rip at her flesh, tearing her stomach and chest.

“Alana! That’s enough! Logan will probably smell the blood and come rushing over here! If he finds us we’re dead!”

“No! I’m not done yet!” Alana broke Erika’s hands and smashed her legs in. Suddenly, Erika’s eyes opened and she was gasping for air. The pain was excruciating, her skin was on fire. Alana smirked, satisfied at Erika’s pain-stricken face. Erika tried to heal herself, but only her hands were of no use. So she did the only thing she could

“LOGAN!” Erika’s screams were muffled when Alana kicked her in the neck, cutting off her voice. Ami picked Erika up by her hair so Alana could finish her off. With a smirk, Alana stuck a knife in Erika’s beating heart. Her green eyes widened, teary and bloodshot, they closed.

“Stupid bitch.” A pair of wings grew from Alana’s back.

“Where are you going,” asked Ami. Alana smirked

“To get rid of the trash.” She picked up Erika’s lifeless body and rose in the air. She flew for miles and found a rapid waterfall. Laughing, she dumped Erika’s body into the angry falls and then flew away.

“You deserve all this Logan is MINE, ” She said laughing and flying away. Erika is floating in the waterfall and falls 1000 meters down the waterfall. Something starts to glow red inside her and her eyes change their color. Her demon rises from her body and shouts in Demon Voice.

“HOW DARE TO WAKE ME UP FROM MY SLEEP AND DESTROY MY BODY” Erika Demon Roar and fly away.

“What was that?” Alana asks herself flying away. She landed on the ground and goes back to her work watching slaves working.

(Third Person P.O.V)

Logan hears her. He heard her terrified shriek. His mate was in danger. He rushed back to his room, tracing there in two seconds. Logan fell to his knees. There was blood, her blood was everywhere. Her robe was clinging to the railings, finally flying away in the wind. His form was shaking, his demon was livid.

“Erika...” His body changed. His vampire came out in full. His mate...was dead. She was dead. His voice rose in his chest. A roar shook the entire mansion, waking everyone, terrifying everyone. Zake and his family entered Logan’s room only to find everything in shreds and their son feeding, gorging on the blood of dead servants. Logan’s mother began to cry, understanding what went wrong.

She was dead. He knew it from the moment he saw her robe float away. Her blood was on the cool marble floor of the balcony. The scent of it clenched at his heart. He fell to his knees, his eyes bright red. The demon inside refused to believe her death. He tore his room apart, flipping his bed, and dressers, and tearing through the closet to find her. When he saw no trace of her, his breathing increased and the animal inside broke. His mate was dead. Just when she was finally coming to accept him, she was taken away. His instincts began taking overall common sense as the raging animal inside finally broke free completely. “Erika...” Her name escaped his lips as his demonic form took shape.

His body grew, doubling in size with muscle and height. His pale white skin turned gray and fangs pierced his bottom lip. A sharp pain was felt as his back produced large black wings and a star-shaped mark appeared in the middle of his face. His hair lengthened and turned bluish-gray. His lips turned dark blue, and his eyes were bright red. He let out a roar filled with anger, grief, and hurt. There was no consoling him in this state. Anything before him would die without mercy. The only thing on his mind right now was Erika. His beautiful Erika with her bright green eyes and her soft pink hair. Her image flooded his mind which only fueled his grief. Images of a withered cherry blossom pained him.

He walked over to the balcony, and her blood invaded his senses. Her blood still had the sweet cherry wine scent, but emotions of pain and fear were mixed in as well. His hand reached down to feel the red liquid. It was still warm and very fresh. His demon grieved. If only he had gotten there sooner! She had died in pain...she had died. He let out his demonic cries, waking the entire household. Female servants rushed to his door, wanting to see their master, thinking of ways to calm him or console him. Ami had bragged about killing Erika and immediately they rushed to Logan’s door with seductive looks. Their cries began to annoy Logan, and he tore his door open. The servants gasped in amazement. They had never seen their master in his full form, and somewhere inside, it sparked their fire for their master. They began throwing themselves at him and touching his body. Logan did nothing, he just stood still.

“You’re not Erika...you can’t touch me if your hands aren’t hers,” he said very quietly. The servants didn’t hear with all their fan-girlish screaming. Logan’s rage grew, and he reached out with his claws to grab every servant by their necks, snapping them like twigs. Realizing the deaths, the few servants who hadn’t been killed tried to run away, but it was no use. Logan got a hold of them and bit into their flesh, draining them dry. Their blood was disgusting and filthy, it made him want to puke. He dragged the lifeless bodies with him, getting drunk on their dirt blood. He heard a gasp but didn’t bother to look who had come. He knew it was his family at the door. He could smell his mother’s tears. It hurt her to see her son this way.

“Logan...” Her voice fell on deaf ears. Her son was too overcome with pain, and all logical thinking was thrown out the window. He continued to gorge himself until there was not a single drop left. Logan managed to go back to his normal form after taking some anger out. He was still livid, his demon demanding her touch and scent. It was driving him mad. He wanted Erika. He just wanted her back. His heart hurt too much without her.

He heard a tiny cry at the door. He quickly turned to find a small child, a tiny servant girl. He made his way to her, growling and giving her a predatory glare. He didn’t attack. The child held signs of wanting him like the others. She looked no older than six with her long hair in two ponytails. Her big blue eyes held everything that defined innocence in a child. She was frozen on the spot and closed her eyes shut as her master’s face was an inch from hers. She peeked one eye open and almost cried, but she knew better. Her master was heaving and had dried blood crumbling off him with every breath that he took. He reached out a claw to rub against her cheek.

“What do you want?” His voice was normal but sounded in pain. The child hesitated to speak. She had overheard the head servant boasting about how she and another had murdered their master’s bride. She hadn’t known her personally, but she would sometimes watch her from afar working in the gardens. She would often stay and listen to her sweet song of hers. Deep down, she felt it unfair that the head servant took their master’s bride away so violently. She could only imagine how much her master was hurting over the loss of his mate. The little girl gulped.

“I-it’s about, y-your bride, m-master.” She closed her eyes as Logan’s breath hitched at the mention of Erika. “I-I know who killed her.” Immediately she was being held tightly by the shoulders and Logan’s breathing became shallow as he tried speaking calmly.

“Who did it? Who killed my bride?” His words were whispered but had a harsh tone.

“It was A-Ami...” Logan stilled. She was supposed to be locked in the dungeons rotting in her cell. The girl in his hold seemed uneasy. He set her down and tried to control his anger. She was ordered not to touch Erika.

“What’s your name?” The child hesitated before answering.

“T-Tatsuki, my lord. Ami swore everyone to secrecy, but...,” the child looked down, away from her master’s eyes. Logan’s glare was bleeding bright red, and he was seething with anger and hate.

“L-leave...!” Logan was having a hard time controlling himself as he spoke. His demon was livid and enraged. He didn’t want to hurt the child, especially not after she helped him. Tatsuki bowed and left quickly, not wanting to be in her master’s rage of anger. Logan destroyed his walls and he ran to the balcony. He screamed his bride’s name in anguish and pain. He was heartbroken. The almighty vampire prince was hurting, and without her, there was no healing his heart.

His thoughts went to Ami, his anger fueled by the thought of her face. His claws sharpened and his fangs grew. Ami was going to die.

Ami skipped happily down the corridors of the mansion. She had gotten that pink-haired bitch out of the way and she now had Logan all to herself. She was so happy, she had even bragged about killing Erika to the others. Life was good.

She sighed as she went to her quarters to clean up. She had to get the bloody clothes off and shower. She didn’t want to get Logan filthy with unworthy dirty blood. She was about to remove her uniform when a noise caught her attention. She peeked out from her bathroom, but there was nobody except her lamp and bed. She shrugged it off and took off her shirt. She turned on the sink to wash her hands and face. The steam from the water clouded the mirror. She wiped off the fog and jumped when she saw her Master’s reflection. She put her hand to her heart which was beating wildly and excitedly in her chest. She smirked as she turned around to reveal her bare breasts to Logan.

Logan glared and did not move as Ami circled him, eyeing him with lust and want. She pressed herself against his arm and ran her hand through his hair.

“Is there anything I can help you with, my master?” Ami pressed herself harder against his arm. Her touch burned on his skin like fire, and his inner demon was clawing to come out. Logan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He grabbed Ami by the neck and pinned her to the wall. She was clawing at his hand gasping for air.

“M-master...?”

“I thought I told you not to go near my mate...” His eyes were closed as he spoke. His words were filled with hate and malice as he spoke in a soft tone. “You took her away from me and you disobeyed me.” Ami’s eyes widened as Logan’s form began to change. His wings grew and his eyes turned bright red.

“I-I...” Logan has no chance to speak as his hold tightened around her neck.

“Why...WHY?! Why did you kill her?!” He let her down hard, her body slamming to the floor. She coughed a few times before standing up with tears in her eyes.

“Because! You were supposed to be mine! I’ve loved you for so long! And all of a sudden some pink-haired bitch comes around and you’re automatically all about her! She had to die! She deserved what she got! I’m glad that whore is dead!” Logan snapped. He had her cornered against the wall.

“You remember what I told you, right? The next time you hurt my mate...I’d kill you.” Ami gasped and ran out, but she slipped, knocking her head on the table causing the lamp to fall on her face, burning it painfully. She screamed as the shards of burning glass singed her skin. Logan stood over her pathetic body. He grabbed her by the neck and made him look at his bleeding eyes.

“Let me rip out your heart, just like you ripped mine.” He rammed his arm through her chest gripping her heart. Ami screamed in agony. He didn’t end her quickly. He stayed there with his hand on her heart squeezing it tightly. It was torture.

“Imagine this pain, but forever. Yours will end soon, but my heartache... won’t.” He ripped her beating organ out and crushed it in his hand.

Ami fell limp to the floor with her eyes wide open and a huge gaping hole in her chest. Logan didn’t even spare her a second glance. He put his hand over his heart. He felt his eyes burn with tears, but he refused to let a single drop free. Ellwood didn’t cry. They weren’t supposed to...no matter how much it hurt inside.