*** I don't want a Prince charming who hides behind the cold walls of his castle.... I want a warrior who's scars tell the tales of battle and who blade sings an ode of his bravery... xxxthatweebxx *****I dropped the knife covered in blood and walked over to an unconscious Apollo. I stretched my palms to touch him but my palms dripped blood. I had been accustomed to blood and gore from a young age, I had once again failed to take account of Apollo's nature. The slight rise and fall of his chest assured me of his wellbeing. I was scared when he wakes, would he want me close anymore. I felt Dirty, I had blood on my hands not only on my hands but I bathe in it, I loved my persona Angel of death but when it came to Apollo, I only wanted to be Angel. I was filthy and unfit to be with someone as pure as he.
I picked up his ringing cellphone and saw his mother's picture flashing there. I envied him, I never knew the warmth of having a mother, I never knew motherly love. I continued to sit on my knees with my hand clutching my laps tightly that my fingers made prints on them. I hated whatever it was I was feeling, I could not even understand what ever emotions I was currently feeling. All my life I had only Anger and thrist for revenge as the emotions I felt, I rarely had any other but whatever it was that I felt now I could not fathom. The phone stopped ringing now I was left in silence.
"Matamorose" I said without turning back, my black eyes were trained on lawyer who seemed to be having a nightmare
"Capo sent me here" I nodded, I knew word would have reached my sisters
"Get away from me Angel" A bitter laugh escaped my mouth, the nightmare Apollo was indeed about me. I was not mean't to be dreamed off, I was a walking nightmare.
"Take him home " I instructed Matamorose
"What about you " he asked and I stood up walking to the bar counter and grabbed a random bottle my hand could find
"I'll find my way" he nodded and I watched him help Apollo into the car before driving offIt never bothered Me, what others say or when they say I was a nightmare that plagued their dreams, I took no offence in it, infact I thrived being the villan in other's stories but I couldn't bear being the source of nightmare to Apollo. I took off my boots and jacket, leaving me in a large top and jeans, I took a huge Gulp of the tequila I was holding, drinking as I walked ghostlike and barefooted on the streets, the night was cold just like my heart, I walked for miles, I didn't even know where I was all I knew was my vision was blurry and the tequila had long gone lost its taste. I looked at the empty bottle of tequila and out of irritation I threw the bottle to the floor watching it shattered into pieces. The view of glass shards was all I saw before a bag was thrown over my head.
My senses were alert, I heard the soft sound of water leaking into a bucket, the emptiness of the room gave the water droplets an echo, the air was stale and the room dark. I heard the movement of cars passing above me which confirmed my suspicions that was underground, my hands were tied behind my back, I nearly scoffed when I felt the texture of the rope, I could untie myself in seconds but I Needed to see my so called kidnappers because so far they had yet to impress me. I heard footsteps, five of them to be exact. The blindfold was ripped off my eyes and I looked at my kidnappers in the eyes unimpressed with their Tactics.
Even their weapon of choice was a bore . I rolled my eyes "Well say something" I snapped at them, I looked at them In the eyes "or atleast bring your boss, I don't do well with amateurs" I deadpanned and one henchman proceeded to grab a fistful of my hair. I bit his hand making sure I drew blood while the others struggled to pry me off. I spat the blood on their faces irking them more. I shrugged my shoulders
"I am tender headed " I said. Another henchman raised his bat to hit me but before he made impact I heard a voice that hadn't heard in a decade. Daye the reason of my tortured existence.
He looked dissapointed, he had expected terror and fear to wrack my body at his presence luckily I had no such emotions.
I looked at him with head tilted, he looked the same, the same plastered sickening smile of his, the same oddly fitted tailored suit and his evil yet oddly beautiful heterochromic eyes that seemed to be the only pleasing feature about him."Angel" he said and I smirked "Let's dance Daye"
I was tied to a pole hanging why trying to prevent cry from tearing from my throat as I was forcefully trying to force my hands out of the handcuffs"Look at my masterpiece" daye clapped, I pushed my pain back and forced a stone face
"All these years Angel, you've finally become the perfect soldier" he cackled and I bit my lip when I felt his finger poking my wound, when he saw I wasn't letting out emotions he stopped "I missed you cries tho" he continued to poke and I got flashbacks of how he would torture me more when I cried as a child. My eyes were red but I remained stotic, I would never give him that satisfaction.I felt the chains loosen "You're diffrent from when I saved you from the haunted castle." I looked at him dead in the eyes "I am not that little girl anymore." I gritted out and he gwafed at me bringing out the pink ballet slippers that haunted me, the pink shoes that I saved when all burnt down to ashes. I balled my fists to prevent shaking. He smiled seeing the reaction he got out of me.
"I'll let you go" I knew he was going to kill me nor my sisters, he loved the chase, he loved playing with the food before devouring them. He loved the game of cat and mouse and luckily he wasn't the only one. I wrapped the chain around his neck strangling him as he fought for breath, I only let him go when he fell limp in my arms, I didn't want to end him quickly he deserved a long and well deserved and painful death.
I wrapped a jacket around my body careful not to touch my many wounds. I walked barefooted back to the family home, the gravel I walked on digging into my feet. I walked in the house to see an array of guards and Hailee barking out orders was all I saw before falling into the arms of darkness.....An
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