As he felt the warm food pleasantly run down his throat he looked over at the young girl munching away on her 8th slice of pizza, "Guess someone really likes pepperoni." said Fang with a smirk. With his only eye, he shifted his sight towards his lover, who seemed more confused than hungry.

"What are the odds that we find a young girl with no parents, no family-.." Kay was interrupted.

"At least we got a name. And where in the hell did she learn to use a gun?"

"How'd you know this girl-..Lucy...was behind the door, Fang?"

"Well if you hadn't noticed the eye patch, babe, I only have one eye. I taught myself to use my other senses better. I learned echo-location. I close my eye, make a noise and I'm able to sense things around me. Even past doors."

"That's why you click your tongue sometimes?"

The little girl looked up at Fang, nomming the crust from her 9th slice like a zombie would an arm. She slightly tilted her head to the side, staring at him like a lost puppy. Kay reached for a slice of pizza in the box that lie in front of the young girl. However, she quickly jerked her hand back to her lap after the girl shot her attention at her, growling and sliding the box closer to her chest, "I don't think she likes you, Kay." Fang chuckled under his breath.

Time passed on and the night was quiet. After giving the child a bath, Kay had went to bed. Fang remained in the living room on the couch, watching television. As he stared at the screen, he felt another presence in the room. A soft pressure was next to him on the couch and soon he heard a voice, "Am I staying here?"

Fang didn't take his sight from the screen. He knew exactly who the figure was, "Does that make you my Dad?"

"No." Fang replied, "I can't be your dad."

"Why not?" said the girl, "If you can't be my daddy, who will?"

"Please don't call me that."

"Call you what, daddy?"

"You did that on purpose."

"Maybe." She rested her head on his leg, looking up at the ceiling and sighed softly, "So, you kill people?"

"Yep." said Fang, picking at his teeth with a claw.

"What kinds of people?" asked the girl.

"Bad people."

"Do you kill kids?"

"Why? You gettin' bullied?"

"No."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Just needed to know if I should be scared of you." She would look up at the wolf man, noticing the black eye patch that stretched over his face, "What happened to your eye?"

He went quiet for a bit before letting out a deep sigh.

"Accident."

"Did someone stab you there?" she asked.

"Maybe."

"Did it hurt?"

Fang gave a chuckle, "You're one curious kid, aren't you?"

"Curiosity kills. Maybe I just like the 'killing' part." This ironically made Fang a bit uneasy. Her words seemed true in her tone and he could tell it was no joke. A question arose in his chest and he asked it sincerely.

"Where did you learn to use a gun?" He looked down at her. She gazed back up at him. She was silent for a bit. Soon, her voice sounded out.

{A couple of months ago...Lucy's POV}

I can recall it as if it happened yesterday. My body felt painful to move as always. I was weak, easily targeted, and a major pushover.

My father, a man of drunken rage and regret, was the cause of my bruises that were hidden within my clothes; We aren't counting the clothes he tore off of my body at night before bed. He violated me and being so weak and frail hearted, I let him. I was so afraid of death. I couldn't even cry anymore during his actions. The pain felt normal. It started to fuel something I didn't know I'd ever use. I had a plush toy: a small, soft wolf plushie that I carried with me. One of the button eyes were missing. My mother gave it to me before the night she died.

The old man tried to threaten me with a knife against my throat because I wouldn't pleasure his drunken friends. They surrounded me with their disgusting dicks out. After I still refused to cooperate, the old man took the plushie and tore it to shreds. He made me watch as it's stuffing flew everywhere. He made me watch as he took the last memory of my mother away from me. He made two mistakes that night: Never fuck with a little girl's plushie and never leave a knife unattended around me.

"Hey, put that down, bitch, before someone gets hurt! You don't want another spanking, do you!?" he said, obviously in fear.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore, father." I said, giving my cheek an intimidating slash with the knife. As the blood dripped to the carpet, the sharp blade ran through the chest of one of his friends attempting to stop me from taking my dominance.

I never killed a man till then. His blood felt warm on my skin. His final breath was music to my ears. I couldn't help but smile while I slashed through the rest of the men, leaving my sick father for last. I wanted to watch him suffer. He didn't deserve a quick death. I slashed his ankles so he couldn't follow me as I blanketed the room with the countless supply of flammable liquids he had stashed around the room. Whatever looked deadly I splashed it on him. A cigarette rested on the table-

{Normal POV, Present time}

"Wait.." Fang looked down at the girl, "The fire in February. Eight men were slaughtered and all of them were burned along with the house. That was you!?"

Lucy gave a nod, shrugging, "After I escaped from the house and set it ablaze, a lady found me and took me in. I didn't catch that she was a sex trafficker till a couple days later when I woke up chained to a wall with seven other people."

Fang rested a hand on her head. She looked up at him with a blush, "You saw your father when she raped you, huh?" he asked, getting a nod in response, "Well, you did good, kid. Didn't miss a single shot."

The two watched old sitcoms together and a question arose in Lucy's chest, "So, that lady is your girlfriend?"

"Wife." He responded.

She puffed her cheeks cutely and looked away in flushed anger so he couldn't see, "Her boobs are too big.."