SHE IS MY OBSESSION.
This isn't a normal love story, Sweetheart. The girl's no spitfire, the man's no saint.
We are both villains.
She is my obsession; I am hers.
I know my princess hates that prince, I know she will flee that castle.
I know she wil...
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A/N If you have already read the prologue to His Wicked Games you DO NOT have to read this!
"Don't dieeeeeeee," a girl sang as James struggled, crawling out from the alleyway as she giggled.
He heard her hopping on one foot like a child... and it only made everything ten times more menacing.
She was slick like a cat, her body so small and young like a child... but she was dangerous.
She was a killer.
He never knew that this girl couldn't have been what she displayed. She was supposed to protect him, not hurt him.
James crawled out from the alleyway, the wounds from her machete burning and deepening into his skin.
"You keep running," the girl said, voice coming closer. "You shouldn't be running, no. Come back, big boy. Fight me like a man."
The second his feet were caught by two cold hands, he screamed.
But he was just reeled back into the alley, gasping when she landed on top him like a little animal.
James gasped, stilling when she pressed the blade of her knife to his neck, leaning down so her face was mere inches from his.
"Monster..." he choked as she smirked, letting the blade lightly split his skin. "Why...?"
Something odd flashed through her eyes then, and she just tipped her head to the side. "I have to do this."
"Why?" he breathed, struggling from under her. "Why? What have... I done to you?"
The girl shook her head. "Nothing." She then gazed up. "But you've been hitting your daughter, haven't you?"
His eyes widened, and he stilled from under her. "How did you know that?"
She just kept the blade to his throat. "He knows everything, and I made a mistake." Her eyes darkened. "I was in need one night. I needed love and to be cherished, I was sad and lonely, I've been forced to do things I never wanted to do, so I forced myself to grow up. I only made things worse for myself." She just stared at the man under her. "I lost my curiosity in my quest to feel alive..." she whispered, suddenly lost in thought, "I slayed my hope and didn't know that I've been dead all this time... In my quest to feel alive... I killed my the childish part of me... and I wanted it back, I was in pain... so I went to him." She gazed back down at him. "I signed something I shouldn't have. I've become this monster that kills worse monsters... and I can't stop. Every night... I have to do this, and I know that you've been bad and you deserve this, but..." her eyes flickered, "I have to do this, I'm sorry."
The man just watched her, eyes glistening in the darkness as she pressed the blade tighter to his throat. "You've made a mistake," she told him, the coldness developing back inside those dark eyes, "you've been a monster, so death shall come to you, James. And no one can stop it." She leaned down, dusting his face with her hot breath and he winced. "You've been bad, James... And you think you can get away with it... No one can get away with it, James." She smiled sadistically, making something cold burn through him. "You've been a bad boy, so now... I teach you a lesson."
And she sliced the blade deep into his throat, making him arch his back and choke, but he just rattled from under her, blood blooming along the collar of his shirt and the corners of his mouth.
The girl just pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Good night."
