The Killer with A Blade

Chapter 2- The Killer

"Marriage?" I said. I was at Mr.Blade's estate discussing about his daughter. He wants me to help her with the Mafia, but as much as I wanted to, she seemed to have everything under control. I have heard many things about her from my men and associates. They say she's fierce and experienced. She's extremely intelligent, but her intelligence doesn't surpass the level of her craziness. One of my men have said that they've seen her cut herself infornt of men who touch her, without any emotion. She's cold and serious, but I know deep down she has a warm heart, and I want it all to myself. I want to be the only one who receives her love and affection.
"Yes, Cassian. As you can see, death is approaching me. I have little to live. I know she may seem she has everything under control, but shes overwhelmed. She feels more tired and stressed ever since i gave her the position," Mr. Blade says coughing. "I will take care of her and the mafia when you go." He pats my back, with his weak arm. "Thank you, my son. Please take good care of my Regina. She's been through so much, she deserves someone that loves and respects her." I nodded. I was going to be there for her, if she liked it or not.

As I stood up to say my goodbyes I was stopped by Mrs. Blade. "Cassian. I must tell you something about Regina." She held my wrist and took me to her office.
I stood infront of her, and I was interested in amwhat she wanted to say. "Regina... she... she isn't ok." She said nervously. "I am aware. That is why i-"
"No! You don't understand!" She said screamed as she brushed her hair backwards. I've never heard her scream out of fear, she's always been the calm type. "Regina has an illness. She is not mentally ok. She... she's a drug addict."

Drug addict? What?

"She's not normal. She tends to cut herself and kill others for it. She's dangerous, Cassian. But thats not the worst part... she also is a blood addict."

Is there such thing as a "Blood addict?"

She sat down and signed.
"How may I help?" I asked worried. I want to help her. I've known her since she was 9, and seeing her like this makes me feel so mad. Why would she fall for such stupid things?

"Love. It can heal anything." She spoke with sadness, as she rolled up her sleeves showing cuts all over. "As you can see, I was just like her, but when I meet her father, he changed my life for the better." She said, smiling.

*****
I arrived at our engagement party, that Regina's mother planned. I looked around for Regina and i found her at the bar.

God, she's so sexy. I want to eat her up.

She was wearing this skin tight black dress that was above her knees, and made her boobs look fantastic, with some red heals. She has such an amazing figure... just like a model.

Before i approached her, i stared at her for at least half an hour sitting on the the other side of the club.

Shes had 5 cups of whiskey already.
How can she drink so much and not get drunk easily?

I walked up to her and sat right next to her. I knew she owned this club, so I didn't disrespect anyone or caused any drama.
Even though it was her club, she didn't seem to look safe. She looked like she was on high alert, like someone was about to come in and try to kill her.

" I see you're enjoying your time alone, my love." I said, as I sat next to her.
"Its Regina." She glared. I could tell she felt annoyed, but I didn't care. She's mine. I can call her anything I want.

" It's "my love," ok?" I said to her, as I ordered a whiskey. I could see her roll her eyes at me, but I'll let it slide this once.
"Mr. Kills," she said, gulping. She seemed nervous.
" I would like to talk to you about our marriage." She said, as she turned to face me.
"What would you like to talk about, my love?" I said, turning to face her as well. "I want you to be aware that I do not want any type of relationship with you."
"How so?" I said with a puzzled expression.

Why does she speak so formal with me? Doesn't she know we will be very close soon?

"I don't want any emotional connection with you." She took out her cigarette and lighted one up and tilted her head and exhaled some smoke with a blank expression on my face.

She looks so hot doing that, but it's damaging her.

There was silence for a while, i didnt know how to tell her that i will be her husband and i want a relationship with her. I wish I could tell her what her father said... maybe then she would give us a try.

When she took her last puff i said... "Are you scared of falling in love?" I knew she was. Her parents had the most amazing relationship ever, and it hurt her seeing her mother fall into depression when her father passed away. To her, love is a weakness.

She put out her cigarette, and turned to face me head, i had my hand on her thigh to reassure her about this and as soon as she saw my hand on her... She quickly took out her dagger and made a scar on both her thigh, making her bleed, but she just had a painless expression.
"This is the limit," she pointed with the dagger, as she bleed.
"pass this limit and its the end." She puts her dagger back and rubbed her finger on her thigh to catch some blood dripping and sucked her finger with her blood.

That was hot.

"As for your question. No. I'm not scared, my love. I just think love is pathetic."

Pathetic? Ha. You look more pathetic with that scar on your thigh.

She got her purse and stood up until I grabbed her by the wrist and asked... "Let me take you home."

*****
Luckly, her mother answered for her and said yes.
She didn't seem to like this, but I'll let her be... at least until we get married.
I reached to open the door-as the gentleman i am- but she beat me to it and said..."Thank you, but I can do it."

What an asshole.

I got in the car are started driving, and felt my rage grow.

You're lucky I'm controlling myself right now, love.

"You know I could've taken myself home, right?" She said, facing towards me.
"No you can't. You were drinking 5 cups of whiskey. You think I wouldn't see you?" I chuckled at the question.

You think I'll let you go on by yourself while you've drinken 5 cups of whiskey?

"I'm perfectly fine. I've driven back home in much worse conditions." She said, looking ahead crossing her arms.

Worst conditions?

"Well, now that you're going to be my wife, you won't have to worry about getting home. I'll be taking you to our home."
She turned to face him with a puzzled look. "Our home? What fucking nonsense are you saying?" She said, laughing.
I stopped the car and got a hold of her chin, making her face me.

I've had enough of your bullshit, love.

"Listen, my love. I am going to be your husband, and you will be my wife. Like it or not." I looked straight at her eyes with such a mad expression. I wanted her to see I've had enough.

I looked down at her boobs, which were kinda popping out, and I smirked just by looking at them.

They look so delicious.

"Tell me, my love. Are you some virgin?" I tilted her head from side to side examining her neck and face. It got me hard.
We made eye contact when I tilted her head to face me.

Gosh, she looks so sexy in this position.

"I am." Those words were my favorite.

So bueatiful. She's still innocent.

"Mmmh" I said, letting her go.

I want to devour this woman.