Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 9: Taken

When I was younger, chaos and destruction comforted me, I viewed them as my bundle of joy and bed of roses.

My upbringing was far from ordinary, shaped by my dangerous and very skilled parents, with my mother's presence being little to my life because she died, leaving behind her and my father's master creation.

Me.

My father affectionately referred to me as his little bloodlust, as I seemed to have a knack for spilling a lot of blood from a very young age.

I possess a unique set of skills, unmatched by anyone except my mother, skills that allow me to overcome any obstacle with ease.

With my father's strategic mind and my mother's unparalleled abilities, I've become something unstoppable.

I am far from ordinary; in fact, I am something altogether different. Some may even say I am the embodiment of evil itself.

It is a disgrace Marcello does not know.

"You want to dance, sweetheart?" My low voice tainted with rasp, indifference, and darkness asks as I tilt my head to the side challengingly.

It is time that I put him, us, and our weird connection to an absolute end.

It is time to stop playing games and be the bitch I was made to be and currently I'm.

"Come to Daddy." His throaty voice rumbles with dark promises, his eyes fixed on me with a firm, ominous intensity. His fists are clenched, his body poised for a fight, mirroring my own readiness.

He beckons me with a casual wave of his fingers, and I hum in response, not one to let such a challenge go unanswered.

I start by abruptly lifting my foot to kick an old board toward him for a distraction. Without hesitation, I rush in and deliver a precise sidekick to his head, sending it crashing to the side with blood splattering from his lips.

But I don't stop there.

The force of my kick knocks me to the floor, and I seize the chance to slide across the ground, spring up, and grab the heavy oval glass from my coffee table. With no hesitation, I pivot and slam the glass into his body with ruthless force.

He curses and tumbles onto the couch, dazed from the impact as glass shatters to the floor.

I snarl at his irritating face as he clutches his chest and glares at me.

"Whose daddy now?" I demand, lifting my head high with pride. It's over. I'm going to finish this and get out of here.

"What...? Are you ashamed that I kicked your ass again?" I rasp bitterly when he fumingly places his head to the side and grits his blood-stained teeth.

How pretty?

I take a threatening step towards him before I sink to the floor to grab hold of one of the many shattered glass, standing to face him with a bitter-sweet face.

Before I can brutally make my move, his foot collides with my stomach with a vile and wicked force, sending me a few steps back with unbearable pain and a grunt.

"You underestimated me. I think it is time I show you who I am, sweetness..." he, as though he's not in any pain, stands from the couch's handle and removes his hand from his chest. "One way or another you are coming home with me, sweetheart."

"That's unless you kill me, and we both know that is not inevitable...." I force through my teeth as I skillfully hop onto my feet while he rushes after me.

I quickly shield my face with my arms when he punches my way but misses. I reciprocated my action by skillfully lowering and turning sideways to elbow joint him into his stomach, emitting a grunt from his bloodied lips.