She's The Beautiful Devil

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Nadia hurried out of her house almost crying. Deyan still thought she was a well behaved big sister when in actual fact she was a murderer. A cold hearted murderer. Every time she killed someone she tried to justify it, tried to make it ok when she knew it wasn't. She hated herself for what she had done; she wanted to stop doing more than anything but she couldn't just let her family starve to death. Only a year ago her family had been fine, they had plenty of food and were happy! Then the crops stopped growing and they couldn't go a day without one of them being close to starvation at least, that was until Hristo found her. Nadia was just walking back from the market with only a small bag of vegetables when a dark, shady man came out of the shadows. It was just by the forest, there was no one else around apart from Hristo and Nadia. Instantly, Nadia knew she could not trust him. His eyes were so menacing and his smirk held a million secrets. He was the sort of man who could make you fear for your life by just smiling at you. He wore the richest of clothes; a long purple tunic that went down to his knees, red tights underneath and the shiniest leather shoes. Walking towards her with a sword in his belt, he bowed as if he was greeting a lady, not a poor peasant.

"Hello fair maiden, what a pleasure it is to greet you." Hristo had said, he had a deep rich tone which made his voice sound as smooth as silk. 

"I'm sorry, I think you may have the wrong lady, sir." Said Nadia and she looked around to make sure there was not another woman there so she would not look like a fool. To her surprise, there was no one there. 

"No, you are Nadia Nikolov, are you not?" Grinned Hristo and he showed two rows of gleaming white teeth. Nadia frowned. 

"Yes I am, who do you know my name? Who are you?" Nadia had said with a serious amount of concern in her voice. Hristo continued to walk towards her sneakily. 

"My name is Hristo Dimov. I live a few miles from this village and I heard of the peril it was in. Wanting to help, I have travelled here for many days trying to find somebody who is up to my task and the only one I have found who is even close to my requirements is you, young Nadia. I know that your family is struggling terribly and that you would do anything to help them, especially given your brothers current health. So, Nadia, I have an offer for you that you will not be able to resist." Hristo said creepily. 

"And what is that Hristo Dimov?" Nadia had said, desperately wanting to know what she could do. 

"I want you to be my personal assassin." 

The memories were so fresh in Nadia's mind, they may as well have happened yesterday. The way she had refused, Hristo changing her mind in minutes and most of all, the amount of fear she felt when she was around Hristo. The first few kill's were horrible, Nadia felt like the most disgusting person on the planet. The way the people looked up at her in absolute fear made her feel like the monster she secretly knew she was. There was families everywhere she went crying over the death's of which she had caused yet nobody had a clue it was her, and they had no reason to. Innocent, little Nadia from the Nikolov family? No body would ever suspect her a killer and perhaps that is one of the reason's Hristo chose her to carry out his unspeakable requests. But she would never know because she dare not ask. With just a wave of his hand, Hristo could kill anyone he wanted in any way he wanted. Torture people beyond sanity and make people beg to be killed. Knowing this, Nadia did sometimes find herself questioning why she ever wanted to work for him in the first place... Then she remembered her family. Where would they be now if she hadn't killed all those people? There is no doubt that Deyan would be dead and probably Anka too. Her father would be living a horrible life of sickness and death. No, Nadia knew she was doing the right thing protecting her family, even if it meant destroying others.

Swinging the water bucket in her hand, Nadia snapped back to reality; the old, crumbling houses, the dead animals on the street but most of all the crowd of people crying over the body of a man. Turning her head, Nadia stopped in the street of the tiny, little village to look at the body. She suddenly felt woozy. The man so many people were grieving for was the man she killed. And there, right at the front of the crowd was her father, Marin. His shoulder length black hair swung slightly over his eyes barely hiding his glassy, tear filled eyes. His scruffy clothes ( which were the same as Deyan's) were coated in the blood of the deceased. He was crying over the loss of his friend. Nadia didn't know what to do! She wanted to comfort her father but she didn't know if she could be that close to a man she had killed. She didn't know if she could face the crowds of grieving people.

But, before she even had a chance to make a choice, he father glanced up from the dead and saw Nadia. Marin ran towards her through the crowds of people all the while crying his eyes out. Nadia didn't know what to do, for how she comfort her father when she was the one who caused him pain? But she didn't have a choice now for he was only meters away.

"Nadia, Nadia are you ok?" Marin said wiping his eyes of tears. Nadia inhaled deeply.

"I'm fine Father, who is it?" Nadia said her voice shaking, dreading to hear the name.

"It's Barron daughter, I'm sorry child I know that you knew him too. It is a great loss and we shall all miss him dearly. He was a brave man and a dear friend," Marin said, no longer crying but putting on a brave face as if he were a knight not a friend. 

"Do they know what happened?" Asked Nadia her voice still shaking.

"Murder, it seems the only possible explanation. The only question is who. Barron had no enemies who would kill him, he was a good man. We know that he had drastic money problems and that he was given loans off the wrong sorts of people but," Marin said but the only bit Nadia really heard was the last sentence. Wrong sorts of people. That meant Hristo. Oh no, she had been too sloppy! She should have made it look like an animal attack... Hristo would be mad, very mad. 

"What kind of people?"She asked. Marin looked at her in confusion. 

"Well um, very wealthy men. Not lords or anything just men who get their money by blackmail and threats. Barron was in deep money problems and these people helped him but you see Barron had no way of paying back." Marin explained running his hands stressfully through his dark hair. Nadia was freaking out. If people worked out it was Hristo she would be dead. 

"How do you know this father?" 

"Well only a few nights ago Barron himself told me. The only people who know are me and his wife, he was too ashamed to tell anyone else." Marin explained. Nadia stressfully tugged at her waist coat and shook her head. No,no,no Hristo can't find out, she thought. Suddenly a flash of purple went behind a tree. Ignoring it, Nadia continued to question her father.

"Do you think they killed him?" Nadia asked.

"I don't know Nadia! Possibly but right now I'm not thinking about that! A father, a husband and a friend has died I'm not worried about who killed him right now!" Marin shouted, pulling Nadia by the arm and into the forest.

"Where are you taking me father?" Whispered Nadia, dropping the bucket on the floor.

"I need to talk to you." Marin said harshly. Deep in the forest, he finally let go of her arm. 

"Barron is dead Nadia and you are asking me who killed him? Can you not see how this effecting the entire village?" Marin shouted, throwing his arms in the air angrily.

"I know, I'm sorry father I just don't want this to happen to anyone else." Nadia said as calmly as she could but that blur of purple moving closer from behind the trees kept on stealing her attention. 

"Good, and I know that you are only try to be nice bit..." Suddenly the it was right behind Marin and Nadia saw that it was no ordinary man. it was Hristo. 

"Father!" Screamed Nadia reaching out her arms towards Marin but she was too late. Hristo swiftly held a small,sharp knife and sliced it across Marin's throat. Nadia screamed. Blood dripped down Marin's neck from the perfect cut. He fell to the floor weakly. Lying on the ground, choking on his own dark blood Marin's eyes slowly began to shut. Falling to the floor, Nadia picked up his head uselessly and leant it on her knees. 

"No! Father no please! I'm so sorry!" Nadia yelled, a waterfall of tears falling from her brown eyes and landing on Marin's face. Marin couldn't speak just looked utterly shocked up at Nadia before falling into deaths arms.