Blood Rose -  A Beautiful Killer

Blood Rose - A Beautiful Killer

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"I am tainted, with the blood of many; yet, my heart still thrives and prospers as if nothing has happened." "I protect my pack, the rogue clan, with the same ferocity as a mother who presides over her children. We may not hold the name of an official coven, but we are family. Family as one, and family together. I may appear emotionless and cold, but my heart swells for those I love. It's not many that I adore believe me, but to be loved by me is an achievement one will behold for eternity." "I do not deserve my birthname anymore than I deserve to be here. But, I suppose, as I am on the brink of death, I shall tell you. The blood represents my remorse, and the pain that has eclipsed itself over my heart; the blood cascading over my body symbolizes my torment. A rose. My favorite flower. A symbol of romance and depression. It is what my father gifted me each day, when he would place the plant on the foot of the bed amidst my deep slumber. Every day, he would gift me one, adorn me with it's luscious fragrance. Even if i don't believe those bloody lies I still remember. Him. He would call me, beautiful." "My thorns will push you away prick you if you stray too near. But, I am fragile, breakable, a fine sheet of thin ice. I am as bleak as the petals that sift softly in the wind, pulling to be free. They are beautiful. Graceful. Delicate. But sensitive especially. I can shatter from a single touch; crumble at the light brush of a finger; obliterate at hurtful words. I may be strong, my barrier desperately holding up my fortress, but if you do it right, touch me in the specific form, you can slowly pick at my petals, peeling each one away, piece by piece, until you are left with nothing. Nothing but my cold heart, standing bright amidst the darkness. An almost ornamental peace. Gorgeous, yet filled with darkness and hatred, without a care in the world." That is what I am. A beautiful killer. The once white rose, is now stained with impure, red blood.
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The Split

WARNING VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED THERE IS DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE, ABUSE, SEX, AND DEATH. THERE IS FOUL LANGUAGE AND GANG RELATED DETAILS. NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! I've never wrote a story before so please be kind and bare with me! If you stick around, you will see this complex story turn into an action packed romance that leaves you craving more! ************************************************** This is my story. My name is Jemma; though the select few know me as Ruby Rose. Dumb nickname if you ask me, but that's what I get for marking my murders with a single blood cover rose. What can I say I've got a little bit of class. Well anyways, that's not important right now. This is my origin story. How I went from a sweet innocent women struggling to make ends meet to a merciless killer for the head mafia family Terravino. I've now got 2 families and 2 lives. Both full of love and tainted red by the blood I've shed. Trauma is what started it all... As I lay there in her arms, under the giant oak tree, I could see the red and blue lights glistening off the leaves above me creating an ocean of red and blues. My ears were still ringing from the gun shots. So everything was quiet. I felt the weight of the gun slip from my hand and land on the soft grass next to us. I tilted my head towards Anya's face. Streams of tears and bloody snot ran down her beaten and bruised face. I thought to myself; "This isn't right! I can't die here. Not in front of her! I can hold on longer, I have to."

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