Revenge is a dish best served cold.

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“ Mother! Father! I'm home!” I sang as I stepped inside my house. Today was my 16th birthday and my family and I were going to throw a party for me tonight with cake and balloons and music and oh I just couldn't wait!

My cheerful thoughts halted swiftly as I took in my surroundings. The furniture in the foyer that my mother had carefully picked out was overturned and the paintings that once decorated the plain white walls were now in shambles and were nothing more but pieces of it's former beauty.

“ Mother?! Father?!” I called out again, an overwhelming feeling of panic suddenly filtering through my body as different scenarios of what may have occurred raced through my mind, each scenario more gruesome than the next.

I tossed my school bag down by a shattered vase laying limply on the floor near the door and sprinted down the hall that lead to the bedroom that my sister and I shared. Perhaps her or brother could explain what occurred in the foyer. Perhaps there was a mini earthquake in just this area? No that was ridiculous. If there had been even the slightest vibration in the earth near me I would have felt it. But if that wasn’t the cause then what was?

“ Sister?! Brother?! What happened in the foyer and where is......” My voice stopped and my eyes widened in pure horror as they fell upon what was displayed in the room that my older sister and I shared.

“ Oh no...oh god no!” I cried, my legs going numb as I stared upon the horrid scene. Here, laying in my room were the bodies of my mother, father, older sister and older brother. None were breathing and their bodies laid in unnatural positions on the floor. My mother and father were slumped against the far wall, their once blue eyes dank and lifeless and my brother and sister lay motionless on the queen size bed that posed as my sister and I's bed.

An overwhelming sense of horror flooded my body and I gripped the door frame as tightly as I could, knowing perfectly well that it was the only thing that was keeping me on my now completely numb feet. This was not occurring.... This was not occurring.

“Mother! Come on mother wake up! This is not funny you guys!” I exclaimed, running over to where my mothers body lay. Her long dirty blonde hair just barely managed to cover her blank eyes as they stared off into space. No one could go that long without blinking........

“ Sister?! Brother?! Father!? Mother?! Don't leave me! Wake up!”

I shook my family members one by one in a desperate attempt to find at least one of them still alive and breathing, but in the end my attempt was in vain. None responded to my shaky touch or desperate pleas. They all just laid there, their bodies now hollow and lifeless.

“ They will not be waking up. They are too far gone for that.” A gruff voice laughed from the shadows that the door cast in the corner of the dimly lit room.

I quickly leapt up from the cold floor and stared at the direction of which the voice originated from and peered through my tear stained vision at the slight shape of a human hiding behind the door. How had I not noticed him when I came in here?

“ Who... Who are you?!” I choked, my voice threatening to betray me and break out in helpless sobs once more. This man.... There was only one person this man could be... He was the culprit. The man who committed the murder of my family. He had not even the decency to leave the crime scene when he was through.

“ It matters not who I am. You won't live long enough to care.” The figure laughed and stepped out in a thin stream of light and allowed me to view more of his appearance. He wore a black outfit and had amber eyes and long black straight hair that stopped just short of his shoulders. He was what one would label as a handsome man.

“ My, my you have quite a sweet soul indeed. It's so sweet yet it processes a mild tang that would drive any demon with overwhelming lust. It will taste much better than those bland souls of your family. Quite unsatisfying they were. Not worth the effort of killing them, but your soul should prove to be quite worth it indeed.” The man muttered to no one in particular as he closed the gap between us at an overwhelming pace and before I could even blink he had me shoved against the wall right below the window, his face only inches from my neck.

What the hell was this guy talking about? Demons? My soul being delectable? Was he drunk?

“ Release me at once!” I demanded, kicking and struggling against the man's iron grip. He had me by the collar of my shirt, my feet dangling a few feet over the ground and I felt my intake of air lessen and lessen as the collar constricted even tighter around my neck the longer he dangled me.

“ I don't believe I should.” The man laughed, apparently enjoying the site of me struggling.

“ let me...” My words were cut off as I suddenly erupted in a fit of coughs as one of the buttons on my shirt pressed painfully against my throat.

“ Oh humans are such feeble creatures, hardly worthy of life I believe. The only thing they are good for is food, though you are not a regular human are you? No that’s why your soul is so tasty.”

Who was he to call me inhuman? What a terrible way to treat a lady! The nerve of him!

I tried to respond but found myself incapable of such a deed. I was quickly becoming lightheaded due to the lack of oxygen entering my lungs and I knew that if this kept up I could pass out soon.

“ Wha....What ...”

Before I could finish forcing out the words stuck in my throat a loud crash flooded the air,sharp shards of glass fell to the ground and the man was kicked into the far wall, releasing me in the action.

I winced as I fell painfully to the hardwood floor below me and wearily looked up to see a man in a black suit with slicked back hair, glasses and a blade in one hand along with a man with long red hair, a red coat and red glasses separating me from the man who just moments ago was attempting to end my short life by suffocation. Those men... They moved so fast, almost as fast as the man had when he pinned me against the wall.

“ So finally we managed to catch you, you demon scum. You have managed to cause me quite a bit of overtime lately.” The man in the black suit muttered, an uncaring expression decorating his face. Did he not see the bodies of my beloved family littering the ground around him? Did that not phase him the slightest?

“ Not you again. You are quite a pest. Why don't you just give up?” I man that attacked me growled, his amber eyes momentarily flashing a vibrant red.

“ Enough idle chit-chat. I did not wish for any more overtime than I already have.” The black suited man sighed before extending his blade towards my attacker, who in return dodged it and leapt onto the window frame, turning to look at me briefly.

“ You lucked out this time brat, but you won't be so lucky next time.”

And that was the last thing I heard before I completely blacked out.

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