Nephilim

33

Unknown P.O.V.- Present Day

I watch as Kirstin smiles and laughs, all fake. Talking to the stuffy rich people. A place where she doesn't belong. She can play the part, act all classy and posh and money hungry, but in reality, she's a freak of nature. All three of them are. Monsters, just like me.

I watch as a man walks up to her, flirting in a way that makes her stiffen. He's clearly older than her, a man who should be in prison still. Justin Hammer. He flirts and touches her chest, earning a knife to the throat from Kirstin. My vision goes red as he does it, as he disrespects the Princess this word will learn to respect, learn to fear.

I follow quietly as he's thrown out, smiling as someone punches him in the face a few times, getting him nice and bloody. Bucky Barnes. A soldier close to my Princess. My Prince's Princess, technically. I hide as she appears, grabbing his arm and pulling him away. Don't do that. Let him finish the bastard.

I sigh as they leave. I guess I'll have to do it myself. I move away from my hiding place, smiling at the disgusting man in front of me, "Justin Hammer? I thought I'd say hello. I'm a big fan, you know."

He smiles an ugly, cocky smile nodding to a limo that was pulling up. A little harder, but I can manage. "Really?"

"Yeah." I step closer, letting my happy facade fall, showing the anger and contempt boiling in my veins, my vision going red again. "I'm a huge fan of idiotic millionaires who think they can do whatever they please because they have money. You assaulted the Princess. Apologize, beg for mercy and I'll debate letting you off with a warning."

He scoffs looking back towards the even inside. Only the elite could get in, and parking was in the back, so.the parking lot was completely empty void for us and the driver, "The Princess? You mean Tony Stark's slut of a niece? Let me tell you, she ain't no princess. She's a two-bit whore who riles men up before shutting them down to cause a scene."

I growl, "She did not rile you up. She is loyal to the Prince only. Your fragile male ego seemed to do it for you. Now, apologize."

He laughs, a nervous sound, "Listen, Psycho. I'm not apologizing to some creep who thinks the Starks are royalty. The greedy son of a bitch and his slut of a niece aren't anything like you think. They hurt people. Why do you think the Accords were proposed in the first place? I wouldn't be shocked if she was a Prostitute, maybe even a terrorist. Here's my advice-" My blade rips viciously through the slightly drunk man's chest, watching as the light fades from his eyes. I repeatedly stab him, letting my anger tear through me. I quickly move to kill the driver, moving sitting on the roof of the running car after I finish, debating how to place my presents.

Kirstin's P.O.V.- Present Day

I easily maneuver through the crowd, my hand on Bucky's arm. I pull him to Steve and Tony's little huddle in the corner, "Found him. The douche has a car ordered. He's heading home, which, sadly, isn't a prison cell."

"I could sue. You're sixteen so you're underage, for one. For two, it was unwanted." Tony offers.

"And he kept persisting, even when you told him to get lost," Bucky adds, his jaws clenching harshly.

"I know. Just drop it guys. At least three different photographers caught everything he did. I'm not too worried about him being condemned, more worried about my pride now more than anything. Fucking asshole. Are we allowed to ditch yet?" Tony glances toward the back door. I turn to look, seeing a woman with a fancy gold dress on, seemingly ready to ditch this place.

"Yes. She's always the first to leave. As soon as she does, it's considered free game. I think we can get away with leaving early though, come on. Do you want to tell the others?" I shake my head, moving toward the door.