Bloodlust (John Wick) *COMPLETED*

Chapter One

LYDIA

On the metal table to my left my phone vibrates, causing me to put down my knife, re-gag the poor guy tied to the chair in front of me, before answering. It appeared to be a mail delivery service on my doorstep which was odd since I hadn't ordered anything and it was pretty late. I'd had one of those camera bells installed so I could see who was trying to access my house.

'Hello.'

The delivery guy jumps backwards, wondering where the voice was coming from, 'err hello.'

I can't help but smirk, 'what do you have for me?'

He gulps, 'a letter from New York, should I post it?'

I wasn't expecting anything to come from New York, so it had to be a letter from my father which was strange come to think of it since I hadn't heard from him in a few days. We had an understanding not to contact one another while we were on the job, but this job came out of the blue so he wouldn't know about it. We liked to keep tabs on one another.

'Yes please and have a good evening,' I smile and hang up, curious to get home.

I put the phone back down and pick up my knife twirling it around, 'now where were we Gareth?' I rip off the gag, 'just give me the details, and it will all be over,' I sigh in frustration.

It hadn't been too hard to track this guy down, he wasn't subtle when it came to splashing his money around town, despite telling the wrong kind of people he couldn't pay back his massive gambling debt. I'd been paid half up front and the other half when the gang got their money back. It was an easy job. I'd slashed Gareth up a bit, but he'd kept quiet, but now I was bored.

'Call them,' he spits out, blood dripping from the side of his mouth.

I dial the number and hold the phone up to his ear before zoning out as he rambles off his bank account details. After a couple of minutes begging for his life, I take the phone away and click my tongue, 'alive or dead?'

'Alive Lydia. The rest of the money will be in your account in the next hour,' they state and hang up.

'It's your lucky day Gareth, you get to live. A word of advice, don't get into debt with these guys again.'

I pack away my tools before loosening the restraints just enough for me to get away before Gareth can get himself free and try to follow me. Not that he could follow me because I used the shadows to my advantage and slipped into the night to become a distant memory. I wanted to know what was in the letter.

~Time Skip~

I throw open the front door and bend down to pick up the letter, which was written in my dad's hand. I close the door behind me and make my way into the living room, making myself comfortable on the sofa. The rest of the payment from tonight's job had gone through so I wouldn't have to chase up leads. I open the letter.

My dear Lydia,

If you're reading this letter, I'm dead as cliché as it sounds. I took a job to take out an old friend of ours John Wick, but I didn't take him out. Instead, I watched over him and fired some warning shots when other assassins came up. And it seems I've paid for it with my life.

I love you, Lydia, and I'm proud of all you've achieved and will achieve in the future. I taught you everything you needed to know to survive this cruel world, and hope one day you'll find someone special and maybe teach your kids some of these skills. It's a shame I'll never get to continue watching you grow.

I would ask you not to do anything reckless, but you are your mother's daughter, just don't get yourself killed in the process. Someone needs to carry on the family legacy.

Dad

I didn't quite know what to feel after reading the letter a few more times over. So dad was dead, the idiot never should have agreed to try and take out John even if it was to protect him. Dad was like a mentor of sorts to John, the three of us often trained and worked together, but I hadn't seen John since just before he retired to start a life with a loving wife. I was happy he got out, I really was. However, it wasn't easy to accept, because even after all these years the feelings I'd developed for him still hadn't gone away. But John would only ever see me as Marcus's daughter.

John might not have killed my dad, but he'd played a part in it and would know the name, so I intended to get to the bottom of this. It looks like I'm heading back to my old stomping ground in New York. I'd fallen in love with London, but it would be nice again to frequent my old haunts.