Violet fled the building and mounted her jet black stallion with great haste.<br/>"YAH!" She yelled.<br/>She knew that Crim would want vengeance, it was only human. She hated to cross him, but it had been vitally necessary. Violet had tried to show Crim the same truth that Alec had shown her, but he had refused, saying that she was gullible, and that Alec was evil beyond repair. Violet had been infuriated with his words, so she told herself she had no choice but to move around him.<br/><br/>She went as fast as she could manage, knowing Crim wouldn't go easy on her. Violet had a feeling that he would use whatever means necessary to avenge his master, even if it meant drawing on the dark arts.<br/>She was grateful in that instance for all of the time she had been forced to spend with Crim. She knew his personality. Knew his faults, his weaknesses, his strong suits. But, even so, predictability flies out the window when you have that much anger in your heart.<br/><br/>She shook her doubtful thought away and repeated furiously to herself:<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Stick to the plan, Violet. This is what you're meant for. Do not stray from the path.</span>"