Bleeding streets

2. Alcazars

" What is the motive Vincent ? " A cracked yet calm voice enquired . The answer to this question remained same even after a decade .

" To make them suffer and burn in the same agony they gave us . To wipe off every proof of their mere existence from the land of Spain .To avenge our honour and establish Alcazars as the true ascenders of Spain . "

These words escaped his mouth with a fluency smoother than butter . He spoke those words with such patience as if he were ready to dedicate his entire life just to make sure he fulfilled everything he said .

" When will a true Alcazar slit his throat ? " The same cracked voice , this time filled with more feelings of revenge and anger resonated in the hollow room . The answer to this question was also same yet he repeated them with a dedication that was capable of moving mountains .

" Before the thought of falling in love with the ones we vowed to destroy crosses our mind . "

This set of questions would appear quite illogical to a normal person whose life revolves around corporate job and stable family , devoided from the taste of all toxic emotions . But these very same questions were the reason behind the fueling of Vincent's heart , that pumped blood into his veins which only carried destruction and vengeance for them.

Vincent Alcazar was the heir of the most powerful Spanish Mafia and the only human whom Olivia Alcazar trusted with her life.

Vincent's life was all mapped out better than the blueprints of Amazon rain forest , not by destiny but by Olivia . He wasn't the only one who had replaced destiny with Olivia . Every single creature in the Alcazar residence was like a mere puppet whose life strings were entangled in her fingers. Even a leaf in their house used to shook with Olivia's command .

Olivia gave all the broken ones a new identity . With a new identity came a new name and new life . A new life which signified how they were meant to rule Spain and destroy every voice that was raised against them .

Olivia's heart was as cold and empty as the only colour she dressed in . White ; some consider it as a sign of peace and serenity , some as beginning of a happy marital life but for her it was a symbol of longing . The Longing for revenge . Her gaze fixed on the once white wedding gown now turned yellow hanging from a huge chandelier . The day she hung that dress was still intact in every sense , the same day she and the entire Alcazar clan was ripped out of their dignity , their identity .

They say stab the body and it heals , stab the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime . Olivia's wounds had long crossed the phase of being superficially over skin , they were engraved deep in her soul and craved blood , their blood that she vowed to smear over her wedding dress till it turns red .

" Donna , the hamster did it's work . She is in the hospital , would get discharged by tomorrow . "

Iris , another member of the Alcazar clan , stated . She was just as lifeless as Olivia . But despite being the most unresponsive person in the entire clan , she knew how to perfectly hit the bull's eye . Her naive face being a boon for her to slyly get her work done every single time .

A crooked smile made it's way to Olivia's face as she was starting the story of their destruction the same way it started for her. Hamsters . These powerless rodents were her favourite animals . Their fickle nature always amused her and now they became the perfect tool for her to begin her tale . It is said that history repeats itself but here Olivia was making history repeat itself . The only difference being that this time it would be them who would be witnessing the destruction .

" Vincent, make sure the Martinez princess gets home safely, because she won't be experiencing safe journeys in her life from now on."

With this , the Donna of the Alcazar clan left the tension filled room . Her hawk like eyes roaming from the wedding gown hanging hauntingly from the chandelier to Vincent one last time .

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Two men stood right in front of each other , one with blond hair and the other with black hair with tint of greys indicating a sign of aging and decay. Both tall and muscular , but the blond one appeared a couple of inches taller due to his stiff posture . Long rusted metal gates were the only thing that seperated the men that were towering on each other as if ready to choke every ounce of life out of one another . The thunder lightning was the only brightness that day. The wind ran as if it has been restrained for time out of mind and it was determined to outrun any chaser. The sound of it was like a strange song, as if the notes of a love melody , and the trees joined in an unfolding scene, as if the meet between the two though abrupt and startling was a beginning to a new era.

Both men were alarmed when they heard a giggle followed by quick footsteps in the usual lifeless barren land . The blond man ran a hand through his tousled hair as his piercing gaze slyly followed a figure sprinting , trying to catch what seemed like a baby rodent , not even acknowledging his presence .

The grey haired man closed his blue eyes , which appeared like two chunks of ice in the dusk , his hands clenched in a fist as if something he was fearing just occured .

" Lirio ! Do you have any problem with your fucking eyes . You were instructed to stay inside today , what part of the order wasn't clear ? Go inside this instance . "

He kept his voice low because of the presence of the blond man and walked back to where he was earlier standing completely oblivious of the fact that the damage was already done .

Then in the darkness of night , with the moon peeking out from the dark clouds , the blond man sees the girl raising up her slender fingers to cover her beautifully braided hair under the layer of her floral scarf . She gently picked up the hamster , whom she was earlier chasing , in her warm embrace . His fascination for this unknown , unseen girl grew even more as her deep pink lips parted to convey some complaint , or maybe to talk to her pet rodent but he was content for her words to remain a mystery .

His predator eyes met her as she titled her delicate face to have a curious look at the person because of whom she was humiliated for roaming in her own house . Then , the mysterious girl let her lips curve upwards for a second , setting the magic of her beauty free . A shiver ran through his body as he let his eyes consume her form , memorizing every miniature detail . Behind his cold eyes and tensed face which he was trying too hard to maintain straight , was a man who was falling apart witnessing a simple smile that just carried the intention of greeting him .

The trance , he was lost in , broke as the nymph walked out of their sight . He turned towards the grey haired man when he heard the large iron gates opening at last .

" Who is the she ? The one mentioned in the pact ? " He enquired , his calculative gaze pinned on the clenched features of his enemy .

" Don't even think about her Damien , or I'll put a bullet in your skull even before you sign the bloody pact . "

Zeke Alcazar promised . For he was well versed with the reality of his clan , Alcazar women prefer to choose the death bed over being owned by Martinez men .

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