Slowly I started to wake up from the blow to my head and I immediately felt a headache. The sun penetrated the window that reflected the light towards me blinding me for a couple of seconds even although it was a mellow, and gentle sunlight.
I must be here for a day. I thought, since it was impossible to be the same day because the light was a little more intense, but also a "sunset" kind of light.
Naturally, my first instinct was to elevate my hands towards my head, but soon I realised I was in tied up to a old brown wood chair. I still tried to push against the ropes but they wouldn't move, they only scrapped against my skin, making my eyebrows furrow from the sensation.
"Well, well, well.. Look who decided to wake up...It's worse if you keep fighting against the ropes." Kyle said from a dark corner of the room.
"Whatever it is you want, I don't have it." I bluntly stated. " Why'd you assume I want something from you?" He responded, but I'm not sure if I should really reply or if he was being sarcastic.
Kyle came out from the corner of the room and I finally saw the bastard who killed my family. "Did you really think I wouldn't come after you? You smell familiar to me." He got closer and smelled me. "I can't tell if you're human. You're different. You're human, but then again, you're not." He concluded furrowing his eyebrows, intricated. "Anyway. Tell me what you think is going to happen now." He asked.
"To start with, you're going to release me." I calmly stated, watching his reaction. "Then, I'm going to kill you, but I'm still not sure if I should make you suffer or not." I finished, smirking as I saw a hint of irritation on his face.
He took a few steps until he was in from of me, lowered himself and whispered in my ear " Don't you know how easily I can torture you?" putting his hands on my right leg and moving them up until they reached my upper thigh.
I let out an unnoticeable shaky breath before speaking out. "How easy...would be to kill you." he added, brushing is nose on my neck."But that's not your plan, isn't it?" "You're smart. That's not my plan. My plan is to find out why you are so precious for Matt snap my neck and let you live. And maybe feed on you, since your blood smells much better than everyone I've ever met. "
Ain't nobody drinking my blood...
"Wrong answer. That's not my plan either." I spoke as I used my knee to hit his croch, instantly bending him and then perfurating his back with one of the legs of the chair.
I saw him as he twisted his body from the pain. "What were you saying?" I asked Kyle. He looked at me mad as hell, with his eyes fully black, veins around them and his fangs out.
"You little bitch! " He growled for a moment but stopped, his facial expressions were of surprise, which confused me. " I know now why you're so familiar to me. You smell like a family I killed couple years ago..." He said lifting himself off the floor.
I watched his every move as he moved towards me with his hand on his back from the pain. My mouth almost fell off as he spoke, but I succeeded on keeping it closed. I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, they kinda took me by surprise.
"It's revenge isn't it?" He asked and I stayed silent slowly walking towards the door that led to the kitchen, discretely looking for my dagger. "Are you looking for this, darling? " He smirked showing me the wooden weapon playing around in his hand.
No, I ain't dying today.
I began running until I reached the living room and saw him already sat on the brown leather sofa, laughing.
"Stop playing games, dear." Kyle said in between laughs.
I took a step behind and reached a table where some some liquors and alcoholic beverages were. My hands found a gun under the table and I didn't hesitate on grabbing it.
"What are you laughing about?" I questioned, thinking he was being a fool by underestimating me.
"Do you really think I'm going to let you go? Alive?"
"Before you kill me, satisfy my curiosity. " I nicely asked him and he nodded, granting me my wish."Whose house is this? I bet it's not even yours."
He looked at me with one of his hands tugging on his cherry red lips, trying to obtain a logical reason for the question.
"Oh, it's just from a girl I killed. I think it's quite nice. She had an exquisite taste, don't you think?" Kyle casually spoke as if killing a random person was a hobby. " Do you like the painting on the wall over there?" He continued, pointing his finger to a blood smeared wall.
"It would be better if it had a layer of your blood over it." I stated and he looked confused by my response. "What?" He asked. "What?" I mimicked him with a teasing voice and shot him.
This is for my parents.
I stood there with the gun on my hands noticing that I haven't lost my aiming, since the bullet passed through his brain.
The balcony window was painted by blood and parts of his brain.
Feelings of victory didn't show like they were suppose to. Instead, feelings of rage and sadness kicked in.
Moments later, I analised the view of the balcony behind him and I noticed the cemetery aloof, between the trees and something clicked inside my head. I began searching for a flashlight and found it shortly after in a little drawer in a cabinet on the living room, I grabbed it.
With my free hand I grabbed the body and tried to drag it from the living room to the balcony that lead to woods, but struggled to do it because he was heavy, well, heavier than me.
I finally dragged Kyle's body all the way to the balcony after a couple of hard minutes of pushing him, took my dagger from his pocket and strapped it once again to my thigh, then, I let him fall to the forest ground and quickly ran downstairs and kept dragging the body untill I reached the cemetery, fortunately I could see reasonably even thought the sunlight had vanished.
The woods seemed more quiet and calm than ever before. I opened a charnelhouse in hope on finding a shovel to begin burying Kyle and, luckily I found it.
There was one problem though, the moment I jabbed the shovel on the forest earth, I struggled to get it out of there.
I inhaled deeply and exhaled and moved my gaze from the ground to across my face and saw Harry smoking a cigarette with a smirk on his face, his pale green eyes trained on me, while he was sitting on one of the graves.
I swear my heart skipped a beat from the unexpected surprise and the worst is, I think he noticed it.
He chuckled and then says "You seem to be struggling with that, love." with his light english accent. "Need a hand with Josh?" My eyes grew bigger and I didn't know how to respond so I just stood there looking at him.
"His name isn't Josh. It's Kyle." I murmured, confused. "No, this is Josh, his twin brother."Harry insisted."I'm sure, it's Kyle."
"Look. Kyle has a birthmark on his chin, Josh doesn't." He showed me. "I don't know what Kyle did to you, but it's not him."
Then, he lied to me. He told me he killed my family.
"Aren't going to kill me?" I asked out of nowhere. "No. He was an asshole and a traitor, just like his twin, it was about time someone killed him." He stated with coldness in his voice.
"Why should I trust you?" I questioned once more, watching him as he walked towards me and stop a few inches away from me.
Something inside of me told me he wasn't going to hurt me, actually, I felt safe but I wasn't going to trust him so easily.
In a swift move, with his left hand, he slowly pulled my dress up and stole my dagger. He turned around and stabbed Josh's chest.
"He would wake up and hunt you, and everybody you love, down... And you don't want that." He said he's face once again close to mine and his voice was low and raspy.
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