A/N Allright…Unknown POV. Hah I tried. It's probably pretty obvious, but oh well. Tell me what you think. (Remember criticism! Hehe.)

Unknown POV

I lay in my bed, sharpening all of my weapons.

"Come in." I said before they could knock.

My door opened and they entered my dark hideout.

The ring of steel on steel echoed through the spacious room.

"Sir…" One started. The other shuffled his feet.

I sighed, putting down the deadly accessories.

"This is about her, isn't it?"

"Well…"

"I told you, she means nothing to me anymore."

"But sir, she's your-"

"No!" I glared at the two. "After all she did, she acts like it's perfectly allright. That no one was hurt, or tortured. Like she was the one that suffered. She means nothing to me." I growled. "And she will pay."

I looked down at my clenched fists. "Leave. Now."

"Yes sir."

I was silent until they left and their footsteps could no longer be heard.

I stood up and walked to the small dresser in my room, picking up the only picture that had claimed its place there.

I studied the occupant's features.

The shoulder-length, razor-cut black hair, the deep ever-changing blue eyes, their pale skin contrasting with the dark color of clothes always worn. And lastly that haunting smile. So care-free looking, yet an emotion behind it no one could place.

"Natalie…I'm going to get you, and you will pay. Be careful…my sister."