Kari's Drabbles

Naughty Boy (Part 10/10)

  Finally the day came for Demetri and Abbi to find the people who murdered Abbi's family.
They were in their carriage, headed for the headquarters of the killers. Abbi blinked when they arrived at a hut in the woods, no bigger than the cabin her family shared.
"Is this it?" she looked at Demetri.
"Yes. Do you want me to come with you?" he asked.
"Stay behind me, but don't take action unless I tell you to."
"As you wish." Demetri said, following her to the door.
A big man, nearly 6' 10" opened the door. He looked down at Abbi.
"Well look what we got here boys! A pretty little dame!" he bellowe. "What can U do for ya girly?" he leaned o the doorframe, smirking at her.
"I'm here," Abbi growled, taking her sword out, "on account of the family you killed. MY family." she said.
"Oh? And what do you expect to do, a lil' girl like you?" the man chuckled.
"I want revenge." Abbi growled, slicing at the guy as he stepped out of the way, and she stumbled into the house.
No. No a house. It was a pub.
And all eyes fell on her. All eyes gave her a hostile glare. The other thugs got up from their seats, showing their own weapons. Before she knew it, Abbi was blocking attacks, perrying and slashing at the thugs, cutting all of them down, almost in a rythmic dance.
Block, perry, slice, thump. Block, perry, slice, thump.
As each man fell dead to the floor, the more blood was shed, staning Abbi's dress. She didn't care. They needed to pay. Pay for the lives they took with their own. But as each thug fell, another took his place.
"You took my family away from me." Abbi growled as she faced a new mob of thugs. "You killed the only thing I held dear!" she sliced at another man, cutting his head clean off, his body thudding to the floor. "YOU WILL PAY!" Abbi ran ran into the gang onslaught.
More bloodshed. With each kill, Abbi felt power over the gang. But soon it was finished. The pub was dyed red with blood. Though Abbi had done nothing to it, her hair was now white, her eyes black. There was a marking under her eye, shaped like an upside down crown, the middle point shaped like lightning. It was filled in like Demetri's, but it wasn't black. Red. Blood red.
"Are we finished?" Demetri asked, looking at Abbi's back.
She suddenly pinned him down. "You've been a very naughty boy, Demetri." she said in a honey sweet voice. Not Abbi's voice at all.
"How so?" Demetri asked.
"Fraternizing with other women, and tempting a young girl like that? You know better." she said.
"It was all for you, my love." Demetri smiled at her.
"For lil' old ME?" she asked. "How sweet of you." she purred, wiping some blood off her face, then licking it off her finger.
"Me? Sweet? Those two things should never be in the same sentence." Demetri grinned.
"You still love me though...right?" she gave him a pouty face.
"Of course, my queen."
"It HAS been a while, hasn't it?"
"Indeed it has my queen."
"I think I'd prefer it if you called me by name, love." she said, taking out her dagger and skimming it across his cheek, making him bleed. "Is that too much to ask?" she whispered in his ear, before licking away the blood on his cheeek.
"Not at all, Lucy."