Alphas All The Way Down

Chapter Four:I'm Sorry But Magnus Died Long Ago.

My baby Ava,

You won't be proud of me. Since my first murder I've spiralled out of control. Death, destruction and pain all follow me like I'm the master of it all. Ever since you -my sunshine- left me, my world has been nothing but darkness.

I can't even remember what your laugh was like and it's killing me.

I've been through it all. Anger, sadness, insomnia, depression and even thoughts about joining you.

No one seems to get it, even in the human world where I thought they'd be more understanding.

Everyone seems to judge me without even knowing my story and I just can't deal with it. Everyone seems to be more obsessed with getting more attention online then helping each other. But most of all, no one seems to care that people are committing suicide because their hearts were too fragile for this cruel, cruel world.

In a way I'm kinda glad you're not here. You couldn't have dealt with this. Heck, even I can't deal with this. And therefore killing seemed to take my pain and temporarily transfer it to someone else.

First it started small. Five years after that painful night I was walking around the streets of London when I heard screaming. Normally, I would've ignored it but it sounded unbearably similar to you.

As soon as they screamed I was running without even processing what I was doing. Stumbling down a dark alley I almost choked.
A girl no older then fifteen was struggling to free herself. Three huge brutes where trying to push her down onto the floor but she was putting up one hell of a fight. Grunting, one of the males sunk to the floor after she had stuck home with a kick to the nether regions.

"You'll pay for that bitch!"

A harsh, resonating slap battled for room in the tension thick air. The nameless girl let out a sob, her terrified eyes darting around until they landed on me. Begging me with her eyes, she gestured towards the men. Her cheek screamed pain at me and I grasped at my head before soundlessly approaching.

Unfortunately, I had waited a tad too long and the men had started to remove her undergarments when I pounced. Grabbing two of the men by the back of their shirts, I pulled them away from the extremely scared teenager who lay broken on the dirty pavement. Realisation of what could've been if I hadn't helped had seeped in and the fight drained from her eyes.

Turning to face the monsters, I gritted my teeth. Of course. Who else could they have been? They were the scum I didn't even want underneath my shoe. Agents of B.A.T.A. People who wanted me dead.
Extinction of unnatural beings and true alphas. The bane of my existence. They believed in one goal, that only werewolves and humans were the only natural creatures to be able to communicate. Anything ranging from vampires to the odd and extremely rare centurion were vile beings to be disposed of.

And so proceeded to beat them to near death, careful not to let the girl see anything too utterly disturbing. Turning to the last man who was still trying to have his way with the teen.

Growling loudly, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him through the air. The girl, who I really needed a name for, looked on in shock and amazement as she saw him hurtling towards the wall opposite us. Winking at her, I saw a spark of mischief fill her eyes as she bounded after him, her laughter chiming through the air as she kicked him roughly in the stomach. Crouching down next to him, she proceeded to stroke his face.

"Oh honey," a smirk crawled its way upon her pixie like features as disgust radiated off her in waves. "You have no idea what species I belong too. You don't want to go roughing up everyone you deem fit. You see, some of us may get scared and weak but you forget, you don't always hold the power."