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Chapter 68 – Playtime

“Pleasure is sweetest when ‘tis paid for by another’s pain” – Ovid

Lady Sanguine

The essence saturating my former parents” room flooded my mind with memories freed from their burial chambers. Memories of hiding under their bed to spook them fresh out of the shower or drenching my clothes in Ashley’s expensive perfume. My childlike innocence lingering in the corners of the teal walls, fading away to nothingness. There’s no question that I loved Ashley and Steven–they were my world, my role models, and my protectors rolled into one. A part of my heart still aches for them; a relic of my younger years that wished for them to call me their Princess again.

But they stripped their princess of her crown because of their cowardliness.

I hated this ache. Dull. Bothersome. Gripping the hilt of my bloodied blade, I had the choice to carve it out of my chest or eliminate the source. Who am I if I didn’t choose the latter? It is why I’m here, isn’t it?

A sparkle suddenly flashed in my peripherals. I turn to the black vanity table ornamented with jewelry and framed family pictures. The magnetic pull of the sparkle drew me to a gold necklace resting in a small box lined with black velveteen, glittering underneath the fluorescent lighting.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets. It wasn’t an ordinary gold necklace. Hooked around the bail was a bumblebee pendant with its wings spread. I picked it up by the pendant to flip it over, fingers running over the engraving.

“To our little Honeybee.”

“I’m not a little bee! I’m a big bee!” A voice echoed in my head, loud and proud. Tears pricked my eyes as 1 remembered how I got this necklace. My Sth birthday.

“You’ll always be our little bee, Hali.” Ashley replied with overflowing love. I can feel her hands smoothening out my wild curls. “Even if you become a big bee, you’ll be the queen of the hive!”

“I won’t get a king? Why isn’t there a king bee?”

“Because the queer

queen doesn’t need a man at her side.” Steven chuckled before poking my nose, making me squeal. “No man is good enough for my baby girl, let alone to be her king.”

“Ah, love, you’ll eat those words when she gets older! Her mate is somewhere out there, waiting for her.”

“Ew!” I cringed, sticking out my tongue. “That means kissing. Gross! You and Daddy do it all the time. Aren’t you scared of cooties?”

“Adults don’t get cooties, baby girl.”

“They must get something, then.”

“They get babies.” Raina butted in, earning a push on her shoulder from Ashley, laughing. “Can’t we eat some cake now? I’m dying here!”

“It’s my cake!” I stuck my tongue out at my older sister. She retaliated the same way, squinting her eyes. the queen bee today and what I say goes!”

“What do you say then?”

“Time for cake!”

“I’m

Laughter echoed like a siren song throughout my skull, dissipating like smoke in the wind. The dull ache graduated to a resonate agony. I grabbed my chest with my free hand and tried to breathe through the pain. I hated it! How could they love me one year and treat me like trash the next? It makes no sense to me!

I dropped the necklace on the ground and crushed the bee beneath my heel. Broken memories will stay broken. No matter how many feel–good memories I have, they’re constantly eclipsed over the pain ravaging my body like a recalcitrant beast.

They need to pay for what they did to me, no matter what!

However, not all prey will accept their fate with ease. The bathroom doors suddenly burst open, and a body tackled mine to the ground. My blade flew out of my hands, hitting a distant wall. Nutmeg assaulted all my senses and my body roared to life for a fight, struggling and biting against my restraints.

“How dare you!”

dare you!” I howled, scratching my knees against the carpet. “Let me go!”

“I can’t let you hurt anyone else, Kiya!” Steven bellowed, grip tightening around my wrists. “This isn’t the way to get revenge! You’re hurting innocent people!”

“No one in this fucking pack is innocent! I’ll kill everyone if it’s the last thing I do!”

Sweaty hands held my legs down, and I continued to thrash and kick. Ashley’s sickening voice entered my ears in a twisted melody. “Think about what you’re doing, Honeybee! Can you live with yourself knowing you hurt other people? Listen to us for once in your life!”

“Don’t fucking call me that! I was never your Honeybee! You tore off my wings and left me for dead!” Surrendering into my red–hot rage, I freed a leg from her grasp and kicked Ashley in her chest, launching her into a wall. Literally. She slid to the ground in a painful heap and I bashed the back of my head to Steven’s jaw, drawing blood. When he slackened his hold, my elbow struck his stomach to where he toppled over. Weak

like an old man.

I wanted them dead! I wanted them out of my life! They’ve been allowed to live for too long, but it’s time for them to go!

“You want to repent for your sins? Your repentance is your death!”

The thing about darkness is that it is easily manipulated. With the wave of my hand, I can make it do anything that I wanted. I’m the puppeteer, and the living black is my marionette. Impenetrable black filled the room where only my eyes pierced the opaque fog. Choking echoed through the horrid atmosphere; strips of black wrapping around Ashley and Steven’s necks like snakes to their prey, lifting their bodies in the air.

Then, the anthem of breaking glass blitzed the air without remorse.

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Chapter 65 – Maytime

Pleasure rocketed through my body with reckless abandon as I seized my fallen blade off the floor. Ashley and Steven writhed in pain outside on the ground, oblivious of the next stage of my vengeance. Chaos ruled the atmosphere, but their screams of death will make for a lovely tune to calm my black heart.

This is every predators‘ dream; to have their prey helpless underneath their preeminence. The anticipation of knowing they have the power to dictate if they live or die is glorious! I’m hopelessly addicted and in need of

another fix.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

Hopping on the window ledge, I aimed my blade above my head, focusing on Steven. I’ll kill Dear Ol‘ Dad first, then Sweet Mama after she feels her mate bond die. Unable to contain my maddening giggles, I leaped into the air and descended to the ground like a dark angel descending from the murky corners of heaven.

Unfortunately, the panic of my prey saved them. Instead of my blade finding its place in Steven’s skull, is buried in dirt. The couple rolled out of the way and escaped into the forest in a frenzy. Giggling, I rose on my heels and followed them, relishing in each panicked step and sob of terror. This must be what stalkers feel like. Their fear and bloody aroma added to the excitement of the chase!

“Come on! Dying won’t be that bad, I promise!”

As they ran, so did L. When I caught them, I drew blood. When they escaped, I stalked them down. They forget that they’re in my domain. The moon rules in darkness and in darkness, I thrive! They were slippery ones; escaping my grasp whenever they are able, but I’m a stubborn mule. I don’t give up. I’m having way too much fun to let them win at my game!

Yet another sparkle in my peripherals interrupted my fun. This time, it wasn’t jewelry. I followed the streak of light to spot Diana perched on a branch, haloed in pulsating silver. Her golden eyes examined me, full of silent emotion. For that moment, my bloodlust vanished, and my attention was all on my precious owl. Her presence surrounded me in a dome of pristine white. It was only the two of us.

Is this an illusion? How can a bird create this?

“Diana…?”

“Hoo!” She flies and beckons me to follow her. I do, stupefied by the magic she held. Diana is a special bird; I always knew that. But this was different. I felt safe. The chaotic background noise drowned into silence as I tailed the bird to wherever she wanted to take me.

Diana landed on a rock, cute and light. When I got close enough, I slid to my knees, propping my blade in my thigh holster. My bird cooed softly, tilting her head curiously. Our dynamic is so strange; natural predator and prey, but we’re best friends. Was she an angel sent by Selene herself? Or a common owl with a strange attachment issue? Either way, I’m glad she is still in my life.

I love her. So much.

“Diana…” I murmured again, my bloody fingers reaching out to touch her. I wanted to feel the softness of her feathers and hear her sweet hoots of happiness. She wasn’t frightened of my new appearance or my stench of blood–she’s just here. So, so brave.

Chapter 68–Maytime

But everything changed when I touched her. My entire body froze in the middle of the petting.

A voice, familiar and sweet, violently speared the darkness clouding my mind. Unexpected. Surreal. Wistful. Powerful. The rich melody perforated holes in the darkness and opened the gateways for much–needed clarity. Osiris was a persistent presence in my mind, but this voice trumped everything.

“Wake up, Kiya!” The voice boomed. “You can fight this! I believe in you!”

1 opened my mouth to speak, but my throat dried up. I couldn’t find the words. It couldn’t be!

The voice sparked to life in the darkest pits of my heart, untouched for many years. Diana hobbled onto my thighs and rubbed her head against my torso, but her touch felt like fire. Pitiful whimpers escaped my lips and my fingers dug into my scalp to combat the impounding headache. My head pounded like a jackhammer to concrete as Diana’s touch became a warrior and fought against the blackness clouding my soul. The dark and the light fought for their right to inhabit my body, thus creating an internal war zone that caused me to writhe.

Despite the pain, my mind was clear for the first time in weeks. Rationale returned and my senses heightened. But I didn’t have time to appreciate it as a storm of black penetrated the illusionary white dome Diana created. Angry, the black focused on my bird. I hugged Diana, protecting her with every fiber of our being with my pain–wracked body. She nestled into my chest.

“Don’t touch her!”

The white illusion disappeared and exposed me to the calamity I helped create. Osiris stood before me in silence, face contorted with overwhelming fury. Hellish energy buzzed and crackled around his hand as he aimed it not toward me, but toward the bird burrowing in my breasts. “NO!”

The ball of hell hurtled toward me. All I could think about was shielding Diana. But what I didn’t expect was for myself to be shielded by a broad body swallowing me whole. Hidden inside a pyre of flesh and muscle, I heard a tree bark sizzle and pop in contact with Osiris‘ power. My owl shifted in my arms to tell me she was safe, and I felt like I could breathe again. In that split second, I didn’t care if I got hurt–if Diana did, there’s no telling what I’d do.

Thick arms locked tight around my torso and pushed my back against a wall of solid muscle. Sandalwood and ginger assaulted my nose and my vision clouded. Neron’s haggard breathing was fierce against my ear and neck, sending foreign shivers down my spine. Slowly, I turned my head behind to meet steely and passionate

blue.

“Neron?”

“I don’t care how much you hate me, Kiya.” He huffed, catching his breath. His dark tresses curtained his face and mine to hide us from the world. Could he hear my heartbeat? “I don’t care how much you want me dead, but I won’t allow for you or Diana to get hurt.”

Fire burned bright like the wings of a phoenix behind his blue orbs. Piercing. Powerful. His fi

firm promise was clear on how tight the Alpha held me under the threat of death. Does Neron know he has made it easier for me to kill him? I could unsheathe my knife and pierce his heart without struggle. Neron can die by my hand, here and now.

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Yet, a deep part of me didn’t want to. Not with the way he is looking at me.

“You’ve signed your death certificate when you put your filthy mitts on my Lady.” I hear Osiris growl. I felt his power, destructive and pulsating, weave its way in between us, working to pry us apart.

But Neron is as stubborn as a mule, much like me. Instincts over pain. Love over death. Willpower over submission. Osiris, an avatar, an epitome of a god, is stronger than him, but he doesn’t care. He resists the pull, focusing all his effort in shielding Diana and I from him.

I’m covered in blood, mentally deranged, and my bloodlust threatens to awaken again, but Neron intends on putting me above his safety. Above his life.

“She is not yours!” He declares powerfully, grunting against the violent pulls. “You’ll have to kill me to claim her and I intend on fighting you until my last breath!”

Osiris scoffs. “Good. I’ll end the Prince bloodline myself!”

No! I can’t allow this to happen! Neron can’t-!

“Stop this!”

The prying suddenly ceased. Rumbling vibrated in Neron’s chest to where I could feel it in my toes. Everything fell into silence, minus the distant tumult. I wish I can say the voice is from our liberator, but it wasn’t. The voice ignited my bloodlust, encapsulating and ravaging every blood cell in my body. Judging by Neron’s growling, he isn’t fond of the bastard evil.

When I pulled my head away from his chest, Osiris held a malicious sneer on his face as he stared at the man

I knew I was going to kill without remorse.

Jonathan Prince.

Chapter Comments

Vinh Tuy

kiya kept living in a hatred that’s the reason she get caught for bad evil. I totally she is powerful?

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