Note by The Gangster

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

XX

Three years later..

I felt it again.

The adrenaline. The hunger. The power rushing through my veins. Ibinubuhos ko lahat ng lakas, katinuan, at ang mahanaping atensyon ko sa nangyayari ngayon. And then there was blood...on my lips. Napangisi ako nang mapagtantong nasugatan na niya ako. I lick it. Oh. My favorite taste in the world. Ang sarap. Ang sarap sa pakiramdam.

"Taste so sweet, eh?" Wika niya na mas nilapad ko ang aking ngiti. Tumitig ako sa kanya with fire raging in my eyes. It was like I could burn him through my stare. He looked at me with matching desire, but he knew he couldn't beat my hunger.

Dahil kahit kailanman, hindi ako mabubusog pag dating dito.

"Want another one?" He asked with a smile. I shook my head no and pointed at his lips. "I think that wanted to have one." I said.

"We'll see about that. At kung kaya mo."

"I take the challenge."

He showed his wicked smirk and gesture his hands for I to get into him. Psh, hanggang saan kaya ang yabang nito. But I did waste no time as I moved fast catching him off guard. His friends – who were watching us – shouted at him. Buti pa sila marunong matakot.

Sad to say, it was too late for him to be alert. My fist landed safely at his face. Dumaing siya sa sakit. The girls – his fangirls – whined as if sila 'yung sinuntok ko.

"Oh my God, Ralf! Your nose!" Sigaw ng isang fangirl.

Ralf touched his nose. He stared at his bloody hands now, shaking in horror. He then gave me his deadliest glare. I faked a concern look. "Oh my God, Ralf!" I imitated the fangirl's voice. "Mali 'yung tinamaan.  Ulitin ko nalang at sisiguraduhin kong ang labi mo na talaga ang puputok." I smiled sweetly and raised my right hand, "Promise."

"You bitch!"

"I get that all the time."

He attacked me and I could say, he was in full force. Our lovely audience roared to excitement. Ralf tried to throw a punch pero naunahan ko siya. He cursed in return. I gave a quick glance around me, ang daming mga studyanteng umeepal na ngayon. Well, a fight isn't a fight when there are no judging eyes surround it.

"Man, she's definitely giving him a rough time. I heard guys swoon after seeing her moves."

"Yeah. I heard she's rougher in bed."

"Then I would be happy to swoon too."

Tiningnan ko nang masama ang dalawang lalaking masayang nagchichismisan patungkol sakin. Rinig na rinig ko sila sa gitna ng mga hiyawang nangyayari dito. I walked angrily towards them and with both hands, I pulled their eyes out and stuck it into their awful mouth and watched them die. But of course, it was just all in my head. A bloody imagination. And reality kicked in when Ralf kicked my stomach. I stumbled. Shit, nagawa akong ma distract ng mga chismoso.

Nabuhay ulit ang mga fangirls. They were throwing encouraging –yet awful for me – at Ralf and even blew him some mucho-gucho kiss. Talk about gross.

I helped myself to stand again but Ralf already used the back of his hand to slap me. It called my senses back. "Son of a bitch!" The adrenaline. The hunger. I felt it again.

I threw bigtime punches and kicks at him. Some were fatal, some were not. I was in rage. No one has slapped me before! Not even my mother has gone that far! I know I'm a hard-headed-blood-seeker bitch but I swear would never accept the fact that the first person who gets to slap me was a gangster.