The Princess' Revenge

007

Spiders tangle with their webs,

Their lies will twist and turn,

Their deception dances around the truth,

These who practice hide behind a tangle delicately placed.

Natalia grinned wickedly as she watched the press conference. She shushed the frightened woman, whose own dark hair was spilling over her shoulders. "Told you they'd think it was Nathaniel, thank god, I backdated everything so it would look like he was picking up all the drugs." Tommy kissed his wife's shoulder as he spoke, leaning over the back of the couch. "And I told you that Alexis was the type of person to confront Nathaniel rather than go to the hospital board or even the police." Natalia added her final sentence on the matter with a sneer. "Probably because she was in love with him." The woman let out a whimper, drawing their attention, their own eyes darkened as the black eyes of their new victim widened in terror. Natalia's knife glinted in the light of the afternoon sun, as she lightly held it against her red stained lips, removing it, she rose from her victim's couch. She walked around the couch, her heels clicked over the hard wood floor. Tommy leaned on the back on the sofa and watched as his wife emulated a panther stalking its prey, before he moved in.

The scene was reminiscent of a horror film, reminding Tommy of Psycho or some other horror flick. Blood spotted the walls, running in drips. Some of the ribbons of blood were smeared showing how the young woman had fought. The thinner cascading drips had dried into a darker black red bordering on a rust hue. Her blood smeared along the floor, it was beginning to dry where it was been thinly dragged across. She lay lifeless, her heart still. Her once red blood was darkening at the edges. The woman's face had been spared of lacerations, but it was streaked with blood, splotches of skin emphasised her pale skin. Natalia looked across at the many stab wounds that littered her victim's body. Her wicked grin twisted her face, and Tommy who had blood spattered across his face smirked back. Natalia twirled the knife in her fingers causing droplets of blood to fly through the air. She got to work, using her medical knowledge and the equipment she had bought into the apartment, Natalia opened the chest of her victim. She moved carefully, her cuts even and precise, Tommy held the body still. When Natalia made her final cut and had ripped the heart free, she held the heart aloft, blood dripped over her gloves, running down her arm in thick rivets. The splattering squelch noise it made as it was liberated from its protected cage was accompanied but a thick shower of coagulated blood that dropped onto the body, covering Natalia's arm and Tommy's gloved slender fingers.

Tommy had already lifted a floorboard ready, Natalia noticed the clean white cloth placed in the small opening. "Should I break it in half?" She asked turning, batting her eyes flirtatiously. "Break it the way they broke mine for what they did to her." Tommy chuckled its deep sound moving though the airy apartment as he arranged the body on the ground. "No." Natalia decided, "They wouldn't see the connection if I do that, I mean after all she did manage to fool the greatest minds in the FBI." Natalia placed the heart carefully in the middle of the white cloth, the blood began to stain spreading outwards at a maddeningly slow rate.

Tommy moved forward to his wife, he captured her in his arms, one arm slid around her back and he rested his left hand on her right hip. She could feel the blood soaking through the thin fabric of her dress, a bloody handprint was imprinting itself onto her clothing. The tops of her own long hair brushed the tops of his gloved hands. His right hand cupped her face briefly as their eyes met, before it slid tangling in her blackened locks. Her red lipstick smeared as he kissed her with fervour, lust overwhelmed their senses briefly. The blood specks on his face found a home on hers as their faces meshed together. They pulled away from one another laughing with delight and mirth at what was to come.