In Your Clutches

Part 4: YOU MONSTER!

ASHER

I couldn't sleep. Not when I had her just a few rooms away from mine.

Finally, I would be able to avenge my parents. I would destroy Dante and his sweet daughter.

I felt thirsty. I went out of the room and down the stairs.

I heard some noise coming from the kitchen. Thinking it could be some burglar, I maintained my stance, ready to pounce.

Walking into the kitchen I was faced with a recently familiar brunette. New name-, the burglar.

"What the fuck, did everyone here die? Or does no one here do grocery shopping?" she muttered under her breath as she bent even deeper into the fridge. Pulling her torso out of the fridge, I watched from behind the wall as her forehead turned into a frown as she angrily pouted and shut the fridge door.

The fridge might have gotten out of groceries this evening, and everyone had been too busy to restock it.

I walked closer to her and stood right behind her, she was facing the opposite direction, still ranting on and on something about having the worst day ever.

She was just about to walk away when I spoke up:

"Everyone is very much alive here."

She flinched and whirled around, her hair smacking me in the face; it smelled like fruit. Edible. I squinted my eyes when her hair hit my face. And, it stung, a little.

It was good to know she knew how to handle strangers; hit them in the face with the hair whip and then frown up at them until they slithered away. My only hope was that they wouldn't carry her away along with them. 

"Ugh...I-I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..." She hesitated for a moment and then leaned back, looking at my face in the moonlight as she spoke, collecting her hair onto her right shoulder.

The moon shone over her through the huge window next to the fridge. Her eyes glistened underneath the moonlight, making them look as if they were pools of honey.

"Wait a second. Why am I apologising to you? You got me kidnapped. You should be apologising to me." She corrected herself, as her expression morphed from an apologetic to an angry one. She crossed her arms defiantly. In the moonlight, I could see her features sharply.

It didn't take a genius to see her temper rising with every second but what she doesn't know is that I would be the last one to give her any explanation?

I stepped closer to her, too close, 'till we were both sharing the same breath. She smelled nice, just like yesterday. I knew Claudia kept some new bath stuff in her shower. The sweetness complemented her natural fragrance.

"You want my apology?" I trapped her by putting my hands on either side of the island. "Do you even know who I am? Of course, you don't. Why would your father tell you about me, his deepest, darkest secret?" I chuckled.

She gasped, as a tint of pink crawled up her cheeks. "What do you mean?" she whispered, clearly flustered.

How innocent. That scumbag had done an amazing job hiding her from the dark world where she didn't belong. She looked so sweet, so innocent under the moonlight. Her features were partially illuminated by the moonlight; a delicately rounded and feminine jawline and cheekbones, coffee eyes and long, auburn hair. I almost had the urge to let her go. Almost.

But then, I would be repeating the same mistake that my dad made all those years ago. The mistake of underestimating. And this girl would probably be like him. Two-faced. Liar. Selfish. Afterall she's the daughter of a murderer.