Beauty and rage

chapter 7~I have fund her

Silas P.O.V

I spend half of my life searching for her, no matter how much alcohol I would pour in me I would still remember her laugh and her eyes

the first time when I saw her... well technically second time, first time we meet was years ago, second time I saw her I thought I must have gone crazy, I woke up next morning and thought it was a dream, sometimes I would wake up a thought what if, what if she really was just part of my imaginary, what if she was just a dream

in times like that I would always dreamed to never even opened my eyes

but then I saw her again in front of a burning building, how she was standing in front of a fire facing it, I knew it was her anyone would tear, screaming and panicking about seeing it but her and then I realized that it was her

I have fund her

Even though she has changed, her eyes and eyebrows are the same, her eyes, I always could see fire in them, I knew exactly what she craved even at that young age I knew it all

Revenge

"hey are you sure about this" kai asks, he's my right hand, manager call him whatever you want

"never been more sure"

"okay but, do you even know what she's capable of doing" kai asks in order to change my mind but that won't happen because it's full of her

I'm fully aware of what she can do to a man, some of her victims were two three sizes of her but she's extremely flexible, strong, fast and her desire of hurting someone and see their blood makes her to do her job easier

"she cut open a man and send his organs and pieces back where he came from... to his boss"

"or the other one when she sends ten gallons of blood from man she killed and toured to... well to their boss as well"

"and i'm not even gonna start about her burning the buildings" he looks at me

"she's impressive, I know" I look at him and he shakes his head

"did you send her the location"

"yes, I did it yesterday"

I started to get ready to meet her in the bar, I was never emotional person, never really cared about others or what others felt, I had good relationship with my father but once he died I still felt nothing, my heart never raised because of some actions of what I saw or did, till few days ago, when I saw her

Her green Siren Eyes, her naturally tanned skin, full lips, glass shaped body and others that I haven't seen and we have indefinitely to explore

There are lots of thing I know about her and same amount that I don't but I will and soon

I walk in the bar and take a seat

She's late

That's unlike her

I stood up and walked out to smoke

I light up my cigarette and started to inhale it when suddenly I hear familiar voice that I would rather die than forget

I quickly walk to direction where I heard the voice and see

Woman wearing black silk dress that is perfectly warped around her waist, short enough to show her long tanned legs and bloody-

Bloody hands?

I looked at the sign in front of me and see her beating the living shit out of a man twice size of her

I couldn't hide a smile

I stood there and started to watch her getting more and more blood on her hands, seeing how her eyes change at sign of a blood

She really has changed but nothing into someone I didn't know she had inside

She stands up and asks, not looking at my direction "enjoying the view"

"very much, although i'm quiet interested why you did that"

She's now facing me "he touched my ass" starts to walk closer "so I touched him back" and walks past me

"I think I should wash of the blood, even though I like where it is" she suddenly stops and freezes

"are you okay" I ask

"I can't go to women's restroom" she sighs

"why"

"because all the females are there and it will make a fuzz seeing my hands covered in blood" she looks at me raising her eyebrow

"that's no problem" I said and asked her to fallow, surprisingly she does

We walk to the man's bathroom asked her to wait a little, went inside and asked to leave, okay maybe I threaded them but it doesn't matters, she went in

Few minutes later she walks out

"well that was nice" she murmurs not looking at me but I heard it

"shall we" I ask as I pointed my hand at the bar, she nods and we take a seat

Not only judging by her orders in Paris also here with cocktails she really likes sweets, i already knew that, good thing it didn't change

Few drinks later, she breaks the silence

"so tell me, why are we here"

"I personally wanted to get to know you but I think there's something else you also want to say" she stops for a second and starts to remember what she wanted to say after remembering she turns to me and says

"oh yea right, it's about what my father said yesterday, I don't want any part in it"

"and why is that" I know why

He's father is a lier

"I just don't" she takes sip of her cocktail

"but-" she cuts me of and says

"anyway didn't you wanted to get to know me" she changes the subject "what do you want to know"

"anything and hope you know I also grow up in fucked up world as you, so no need to lie"

She chuckles and says "want to know what favorite color and shit like that"

"I said anything you're comfortable with sharing"

"okay how about... we play a game of guessing I think is more interesting than 21 questions"

"sure" I look at her

"okay let's start from you stop looking at me like that"

"like what" I tease

"you know like what" seductively

"anyway guess my favorite color"

"red, specifically dark red" color of blood

"guess mine" I ask

"I don't know... black" she questions and I shake my had no

Its color of her eyes

"it's green, dark green"

We started to talk, I know we started off with childish questions but it got to the point where we started to ask about amount of man we have killed and favorite torture methods

Yea neither of us remembers the amount of people we have killed but you will never forget your first kill and first torture but unfortunately she didn't answer that question

It's okay, everything has its time

We stay quiet for moment and look at each other, my eyes were locked on her black dress that was perfect on her my eye then shift on hers

I'm lost in her green eyes and have no idea how long we have been string into each other's eyes but next thing I know is that our tongues have become trapped in each other's throats.