"Pekka Rollins couldn't count the threats he'd heard, the men he'd killed, or the men he'd seen die, but the look in Brekker's eye still sent a chill slithering up his spine. Some wrathful thing in the boy was beginning to get loose, and Rollin's didn't want to be around when it slipped its leash."
Leigh Bardugo - Six of Crows
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A few days after Cassandra's 9th birthday...
Sneaking across my dimly lit room to peer out of the window into the eerie yard I could feel eyes watching me. Stalking my movements like how a predator would stalk its prey. I climb into bed and hide under the covers, I hear a clunk as my window is unlocked and then a whoosh as it swings open. I peer out from under the covers and see a dark figure looming over me. For some reason I didn't feel afraid.
"Wh-, Who are you? Why are you in my room?" I whisper-yell . As my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room the shadowy figure laughs coyly,
"Why dear," it says, "don't you recognize me, I am your birth mother after all."
"No- No you're no- not. My M- Mom is downstairs." I stuttered in shock.
The lady just laughed and said, "Who, Kristina? No, all the Duke's did was adopt you. From me actually. I gave birth and whoosh the doctor stole you away. Well, Deaton did anyway. You also have a twin sister that I've been trying to track down."
"No! My Mom is downstairs and you are a stranger!" I snap. She stares me dead in the eye and says,
"Fine, just ask her if you are adopted and if she says yes, then I have something I need you to do..."
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The next day...
Casper, Luci, and I sat down for a movie. All bickering over what to watch until my 'parents' came into the room and told us that we were going to watch Finding Nemo. I walked over to 'Mummy and Daddy' and looked up at them with my big brown puppy dog eyes that I absolutely knew that I had, and asked them,
"Am I adopted?" They widen their eyes and glance at each other having a silent conversation that lasted what seemed like forever but in reality was actually just a few seconds. My 'Mother' looked down at me and says in a very cautious voice,
"Yeah sweety, but we love you all the same."
With that answer my brain is racing at a million miles an hour, full of questions, so many questions. So many that they just won't be able to answer. With wide eyes I look up at them and say, "So you've lied to me all this time? I have so many questions but, unfortunately for you, you have no time to answer them."
Kristy and Jake glance at each other, a questioning look evident in their eyes, before they look back at me and ask, "Whatever do you mean Cassy?"
That's when everything went to shit. I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier as I looked up at the liars that stole my from my real family. My home. I glanced at the mirror and saw my eyes change to a glowing gold colour. My nails extend to claws and teeth growing to fangs. I look up at my 'family' again and all I could see was fear. Well they should be afraid of me. For it was time for them to feel my wrath. I snapped and raced across the room. Clawing out Kristina's throat with one hand and ripped out Jacob's throat with my teeth, leaving them to bleed out on the floor while red drips from my claws and teeth. Turning to my siblings I could see the terror etched into their faces. Racing towards them, Casper tries to hide Luci behind him. Ripping out Casper's throat and then Lucia's before they even have a chance to scream. With their blood coating my clothes and skin, and dripping from the mouth, I walk to the center of the room and sit in the center of the growing puddle of red. Glancing in the mirror again, I could see my glowing eyes had changed to a cold electric blue. Befitting of the mess I had just made. So, just as I had planned on doing prior, I grab the remote and turn on Finding Nemo. With a single emotion cascading through my veins, absolute serenity.
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A/N - Hello, thanks for reading this, FYI this chapter is shorter than they will normally be. But that is just due to the fact that it is more of a setting it all up chapter thing.
ANYWAY! Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think in the comments! I have loads of ideas on where I want this to go, but I am kinda just going with what feels right as I write it. So if you have anything you want me to include let me know and I will see what I can do. Also, I will try to reply to comments.
The italic is used for her thoughts and emphasizing words, you'll know which is which when you read it. It's glaringly obvious.
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