Forgive me part 3 [Final]

                               ~Flashback~
    I woke to a blood-curdling cry that seemed to be pulled from the very depths of my nightmares. My one true fear was realized; I knew that voice.
    My instincts were kicked into high gear as I began running down the winding halls of this damned church. For a second time in my life I felt nearly helpless as all I could do was run to my beloved.
    I had to come up with an idea of how to save him, but the only thing I could think of was to change him if it was not already too late.
    I began to pick up speed as his cries grew a bit louder. But in truth it felt like I was getting no where. The halls seemed to stretch on forever.
    His screams continued as the pads of my feet hit the floor. The sound of those terrible cries only echoes in this long labyrinth
    Pain took hold in my chest and I began to feel ice cold tears run down my pale cheeks.
    But as I finally reached the door he grew silent.
    A chill ran down my spine as my shaky hand grasped the door knob. I did not want to see the scene that awaited me on the other side of this door.
    I gathered up the rest of my hope and slowly turned the handle, only to pause when the door was opened fully.
    My worst fears were realized as my eyes widened and stared at the horrific scene. My sweet lie on the floor. His body mangled and resting in a pool of his own crimson blood. Sickeningly deep cut littered his body. His once beautiful amber eyes were now wide and drenched in horror. Pale lips were stained with blood and lay agape with blood pooling between them. Some of that crimson substance even created a stream down his, now, cold, pale cheek.
    Praying that is was a nightmare I made my way over with light foot falls. I hoped I would wake and find myself in his warm and comforting embrace, but to now avail. As I knelt down and touched his cheek I knew. The  realization of his death nearly choked me as I gasped. More cold tears left icy trails down my trembling skin.
    "No..." I whispered and I collapsed onto his chest, sobbing.
    "Bella..." a sadistically sweet voice called, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. "What's wrong, bella?"
    Slowly and deliberately I turned and met the dark crimson eyes of the second father. Those eyes harbored insanity and...
    Envy.
    My own petrified eyes were glazed over with wrath as they met the blood on his cheek. They trailed down finding that he was covered in my late lover's blood.
    I stood with trembling hands and stalked over to him.
    "That's right~ Come to me, bella~" he cooed and pulled me into his tight embrace. "He wasn't like us..." His sadistic smiled was filled with sharp teeth that matched mine.
    I felt his stomach for a moment and smiled sweetly in return. "Like us..." I repeated
    He giggled a little and his smile turned sweet. But it wasn't like that for long.
    His face twisted in pain and he began to cough up his own blood. "B-bella?" he choked out as blood dripped down his chin.
    I looked at him with cold, dead eyes that were filled to the brim with insanity. They were black as night and  shined a dark crimson, the true eyes of my demonic soul. "I will always stay loyal to him." With that I retracted my hand from his gut, leaving a gaping hole that bled uncontrollably. "You should have never sent your little minions to come change me."
    He smirked at me. "Foolish. You choose a dead man over me."
    "Are we both not also dead?" I inquired. "You said yourself that we are the same."
    His lips twisted into and unnatural grin. The sick grin spread from ear to ear. "It is true..." he giggled. "Then you must also know that I can not die easily."
    My nails sharpened and turned to claws as my ears morphed and pointed. I flashed a smile of shark like teeth. "I know.." I giggled as I let myself become twisted with boiling rage. Wrath devoured my very being as I felt something snap. My vision clouded and soon my world turned dark.
    When my vision returned I found myself staring at the work of the devil inside me. Before me lied the corpse of the second father. I soon remembered what had occurred before my blackout and felt sickened by my own actions.  Cold tears once again formed as I turned by my Romano.
    Returning to his side I knelt down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Slowly I felt his soft dark auburn hair as memories flooded my mind.
    I snapped myself out of my reminiscent state to find that my tears escaped my eyes and found they way down my cheeks. I rested a cheek on my chest and missing the sound of his beating heart.
    I knew if he could see me he would've been holding me in an instant.
    I felt so very alone.
    Deciding it wasn't best to wallow in my own depression I stood and made my way to the hallway. Finding my way through winding hallways I finally made it to the church's attic and climbed the ladder to get inside. Opening the hatch I swung myself onto the roof, returning to my post.
    I stood there, just staring at the dark city that surrounded me.
    Though the city was well inhabited I felt alone.
    The cold night did not help the atmosphere that the church now held.
    I finally let go of my strength and collapsed to my knees, letting myself cry out in heart ache. My screams of agony echoed through the sleeping city, as fresh tears stained my cheeks.
    "Please!" I pleaded as I began to calm myself down, wiping and smearing my tears.
    Standing up I stared at the cross clutched tightly in my shaky right hand.
    "Forgive me Fathers for I have sinned." I whisper, pressing the pendant to my tear stained lips.