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[Diane McLain]

The impostor laughed cruelly, taking the knife to her wrists again and again. "Don't flatter yourself, darling," she said, her words curling as she hissed angrily, "I would be doing this whoever you were, the very fact that you're a fucking bitch just makes it revenge, makes all the more fuckin' sweet." she laughed, blood speckling her bright red lips as her mouth smiled too wide for the cracked lips.

"There are many men who's hearts I will break. And I will enjoy ripping apart every... one..." her voice trembled at the last word, the connection between the demon and the girl cracking for just a moment, but a grinning smile from Diane showed that she was far from the breaking point and only getting stronger with every tear.

[Abigail Carondelet]

Abigail shook her head, not really surprised by the notion. The loss of blood was beginning to get the better of her frail, pale body. She grew dizzy, almost to the point where she lost conciousness. But it didnt matter to her. If she was going to sleep, she wasnt going to wake back up. She didnt want to wake back up. This life had been just too cruel to her, things put more on her plate than on others. And it was starting to weigh on her. The world felt like it was on her shoulders and she didnt like it.

"Make it quick.. Ive got places to be.." She whispered, her head falling to the side as memories of Dante flashed before her eyes. "People to see..."

A single tear trickled down her cheek, blurring her vision and the image of her one true love.

"Dante.."

[Diane McLain]

Diane pouted, "But I was having so much fun... she said, before her hand slipped, the knife in her hand seemingly magnetized to the young girl's heart. The real Diane was crying, knowing she couldn't save Abigail, knowing that the most she could do was save her from what would have been a very painful, slow death.

The controlling Diane swore, dropping the bloodstained knife and throwing Abigail back, her plans ruined by her schizophrenia. "Fucking bitch! Fucking prick! Dykish cunt!" she swore at her body, looking down at the still broken wrist and unforgivingly twisting it until it made another cracking sound, sliding back into place and filling the original Diane with pain.

[Abigail Carondelet]

"Dont spare me now..." She whispered, managing to pull herself into a sitting position against a tree. Her arms had lost all feeling, and she had had to use her legs to pick herself up. She looked at the pool of blood she had made, feeling her heartbeat quicken. Something was too broken, unrepairable now. And it scared Abigail a bit. She sighed, tilting her head back to it rested against the tree. She was just in too much pain to care.

Like many of the hard times in her life, she sang to herself, rocking her body gently, trying to make the comfort she knew she lacked.

"A-as long as Im laughing with you.. All that still matters.. is love.. and the laughter..." She sang, tears streaming down her cheeks.

[Diane McLain]

Diane smiled; this girl was more stubborn than she had thought. A knife through the heart and still it beat? Well, not for very long, she realised, as she knelt down in front of her. The pathetic body hadn't had the strength to make a decent impression with the knife, although it had lost Diane precious torturing time. "It makes life seem so pointless, when you're so close to death, doesn't it? Why do we stay alive just to feel pain and die...?" Diane asked, her hand slipping across Abigail's wound across her chest.

"To sleep. To sleep perchance to dream. Aye, there's the rub." Diane quoted, a knowing smile on her face. "Yes, you will dream. You will go to hell, and you will never be with your beloved Dante again. If you think you'll see him there, then here's a secret; did you really think they'd let sinners love in hell?" she shook her head. "Enjoy your death. You've got a few minutes left, I reacon. Any last requests?"

[Abigail Carondelet]

Abigail began coughing up blood, her lungs filling with the vital liquid, turning her body against her. Its ironic how things like that happen. How your body is trying its hardest one moment to keep you alive and killing you the next. Abigail tried to grab for the knife, knowing it would only make matters worse, her death faster and much less painful. But her arms just wouldnt move.

"T-tell Diane.. " She leaned forward, her coughing growing harder, making speech nearly impossible. And as hard as she tried, she just couldnt choke the words out. She collapsed to the ground, her body lying limp and lifeless as she breathed her last breath. Her hand balled into a fist, then released, her final effort at living.

Tell Diane he loves her.. Her ghost whispered, not quite wanting go, wanting to enjoy this painless world, but sure she couldnt for much longer.