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Armagnac stepped back with ease, and crossed her arms. "I'll clean that up when you clean up your mess. Since we both know you have no intention of doing that, you can enjoy the lovely scent. Mind the glass." Her tail twitched with amusement.

"You're right, though. There are no happy endings in this life. Sherry knows that. She cries for the dead that she's never even met. She's a little puddle of love," she tilted her head at the broken vial. "I agree, time will dull things, but Sherry never went looking for love. She didn't ask for it. I'm afraid she won't forget.

"I want nothing more than to gut you. You don't seem to get it. I don't like you. She does. For some unfathomable reason she likes you. Still." She said the word like it disgusted her. "I don't want you anywhere near her. Sherry is mine, you don't deserve to have even a small piece of her, let alone what she's willing to give you."

She shifted her weight, putting her hands on her hips. "I want you to apologize. I want you to understand what you did. You hurt her. And I want you to hate yourself for it."

Her tail twitched. "Not to her. To me. I don't you anywhere near her."

She tapped her chin, tying to look like she was thinking. "To be fair, she was in denial for a while. That stupid winter-time kiss should have been a hint, though." She eyed him again, her gaze turning cold. "However, this does still concern you."

She closed the gap between them again, moving slowly and deliberately. "See. Sherry is MINE. You were unnecessarily cruel. All you did was hurt her. You can't make her stop liking you, but you can break her. That's all you did. I don't like it when people break my things." She was touching him again, her large palms lightly resting on either side of his head holding him there. It was meant to simulate the the touch of a lover, but there was nothing but hate in caress of her thumbs. Every touch was a threat.

"I hate you. The only thing keeping me from attempting to gut you like you did her, is the fact that she would cry." She smiled. "You owe me." She couldn't even hurt him. It made her angrier than anything else.

"You know, I see everything she does. I have to wonder, who was right? Her or me? Are you squishy on the inside, too?" The claws of her right hand were lightly trailing through his now. He didn't want her touching him? She didn't care.

She continued grinning, and she left her hand in his. He didn't want her petting him, then fine. She wasn't ready to stop antagonizing him, though. "I don't give a damn about what you wanted or want or think. We rarely get what we want, you know. Lucky for you," her gaze went down, then back up to meet his eyes, as though she were sizing him up. It didn't look to her like she'd be getting her apology either, sadly.

"The first thing she's going to do when she finds out I've been here is check for blood. You do realize that, don't you? Because she'll worry and she's too kind for her own good. She'll forgive me, too. Since all we are doing is having a nice little chat." She may have growled a bit during that last sentence. "Though I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall," she sighed.

"Tell me, hunter, since we are chatting. Where was your courtesy the last time I was in this room? Hmm?" She ran her thumb over his cheek on last time, then stepped back, pulling his other hand from her grasp. "You will not break me," she laughed at the thought of it, "because of expenses she might have to pay. But you will break my things?" She shook her head lightly. "I do not think you are capable of understanding what you have done. Pity."

She laughed. "I'll let you in on a hint, since you are clueless beyond repair. When a girl like me, touches you like that, she's imagining how nice it would be flay your flesh and smash your bones." Knowing she couldn't hurt him was almost as frustrating as talking to him. She wanted to make him suffer, make him hurt they way he'd made her hunter hurt. Rage was building upside at the fact that she just couldn't.

Armagnac shook her head. "No, I'm talking about when Sherry was here. She deserved better than what she got." The smile died, but her tail continued to move slowly back and forth.

She huffed, too. There was no need to state the obvious. "I just didn't think you getting the point of the threat."

Her eyes narrowed as he continued. Was he giving her what she wanted? No, not yet. Armagnac wouldn't be happy until he was in tears. He was telling her what she wanted to hear. That and...more. She smirked. Maybe Sherry was right. He wasn't as heartless as Armagnac said. Of course, he could just be saying it. She wouldn't put it past him.

"I simply meant she deserved not to be yelled at and threatened." Her weight shifted from on leg to the other. "I agree that she deserves more than YOU. I think you are treating her this way because you are a mean, heartless, ignorant worm. I told you already. You can't make her stop liking you. You can make her feel small and angry, but she still cares."

Armagnac's head tilted to the side and she laughed again, as though some interesting thought had just occurred to her. "Are you trying to tell me you did this for her?"

Armagnac laughed again. Oh, goodness. Was he being truthful? It was more than she had hoped for. If he was being honest, then that meant she could hurt him. Maybe.

"Nothing. Sherry is foolish. I have told her even since I woke up to find she was infatuated with you that you were not worth her time and would only lead to pain. She says silly things about not being able to choose who the heart likes."

She stepped toward him again and leaned in, looking him in the eye. "Are you being honest with me?" She grinned. It was the type of grin mean people use on an insect before they squash it for fun. "Do you really agree with me that you are nothing of worth, and that you don't deserve my hunter?" Pleasure mixed with the malice in her eyes.

"She doesn't hate you. Short of actually trying to kill her, I don't think you could make her hate you. She has no misconceptions. Don't be afraid there. Sherry is certain that you hate her. You don't think you are worthy of her, yet you squashed her under your boot as though she were a weed. Ha!" She straightened back up to her full height. "That is all you did."

She laughed again. "I tried. I suggested others, even if just for a short while. But no. She liked you best. And you tore her heart out -- for her sake? It's beautiful."

Armagnac was so happy she could hardly contain it. It was perfect. Beyond perfect. "Oh, no, no, no. You have to suffer. Brainwashing her would not fix things, and killing yourself, well. That is a cheap way to go about it. Besides, she'd cry." Armagnac shook her head. "No. Pain in here," she reached out to tap his chest, "Is best." It was what she wanted for him. "Other than that, there is nothing you can do. You already broke her. She has no intention of angering you again."

She then gave him a quizzical look. "Tell me, sadistic b*****d. Why do you even care that you are not worthy of her? I am very pleased that you see the reality of that, but most human men, from what I know, would simply take advantage of the situation. You said you wanted her to hate you and pick someone better. Why?" Armagnac was suddenly confused.