Perfume

Epilogue - Make Me Want to Die

The sun was down and everything looked so much better. She wore her black dress and her high heels as she walked through the sidewalks. Her hair was up in a bun. The traffic was bad. Cars being stopped and checked. Rumor had it, two criminals had escaped. 

     She smiled.

     It was so dark, but she loved it. The moon was out and it glowed silver like an orb up on the sky. 

     She crossed the street and saw a police officer cheeking a yellow taxi. She was amused by that. She laughed and went on walking in the dark. And that was what she was. A daughter of the night, a daughter of the darkness. That was what she had become. Ever since the day her heart had been broken beyond repair. She belonged to the night.

      She finally reached the building. Venenoso Interprises, it read. She walked in. At the lobby, she talked to a familiar woman. Red head, ugly glasses. She recognized her at once and sent her in. 

     She walked through the hall, her heels clicking, people peeked out their offices and glanced at her. She strutted to the door at the end of the hall,  a wicked smile up on her face.

     She went in without knocking. She was used to coming in like that. 

     The bald man named Darwin sat behind the desk. His right leg was crossed over the right one, as the right one had been injured just days before. She smiled. He had been waiting for her. Oh, how sweet of him.

     "Hello," she said, sitting down on one of the leather chairs before his desk without needing him to say anything. "I have a proposal."

     He hummed. "You look familiar."

     She felt angry. She had been here multiple times. How the hell did he not remember her? She wanted to claw his eyes out, but she needed him. She really did. "I gave you the boy's address. Remember that?"

     His dark eyes glowed with recognition. "Oh, yes. You. What is your proposal." A wicked smile came up on his lips. And he was, indeed, a wicked man. She had learned that. She had known that. 

     "To join teams," she said. "I want the boy, you want the girl, right?"

     He nodded, listening intently.

     "I'll help you catch them," she told him. "I know him best. We'll catch him and you give him to me. You can have girl."

     He chuckled. "And what will you do with the boy?"

     "I have my own ways of torture." He had stolen her soul. She would have died for him, for her love, and he had betrayed. Every time she had looked inside his eyes she had not seen love and that made her want to die.

     She had given herself to him. Had asked him to take her in any way that he wanted. Had given him everything. Had wanted him to make her feel alive. But he had refused.

     Now she was full of hate, of wrath. She craved revenge. She wanted him to pay. Wanted to hurt every thing he loved. She was evil and she was going to embrace that. Embrace her anger. She was going to make him pay. To hurt him. But deep inside...she still loved him. Because he was her first love. Her only loved. And he had to love her. He just had to. He had loved her. He had.

     But then that bitch had come in the way and she had fucked it all up. She wanted the girl dead. Just like Darwin.

     He smiled. "I like you, dear. I really like you. You have yourself a deal." He stood up, a smile up on his face. He glanced at the pictures on his desk, one of a golden-haired boy, another one of a blond little girl, and the last one, of a beauty blond woman that resembled both of them. His heart ached and he too wanted to die. Life did not matter to him anymore. All he had to live for was gone. So what if he had all the money in the fucking world? He still wasn't happy. All his happiness had been taken away. And he blamed the girl. The fucking girl. 

     He didn't want the boy. He could care less about the boy. But the girl did love the boy. And perhaps if this girl in front of him could hurt the boy, that would in turn hurt the girl. He liked that idea. He had been so close to killing her, but Charles and Andrew had stopped him. Those fucking body guards. He had fired them now and had new ones. Aaron and Austin. They were ruthless and didn't give a damn if he killed someone, as long as they were getting paid. He liked them. He liked people who didn't give a damn.

     He also liked this girl. She was evil. She was dark. Wicked.

     "What's your name, by the way?" he asked, unable to recall it. But then again he saw millions of people each day. He had no damn time to memorize each one of their fucking names.

     She smiled, anger filling up her heart, but the idea of revenge overwheling the desire to slap Darwin across the face. 

     "Call me Mandy," she said.

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THE END OF PERFUME

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