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Ch9. Vengeance. "Are you finished?"
So it was she staggered out of the club. Mind finding no solace in the silence that prevailed her. Mila had disappeared somewhere and now she was confused. This man, this L.A. Was someone she knew, but she couldn't find a face to match the voice. Perhaps she was grasping at straws, making up some vague familiarity that wasn't there to shield herself from her own shame. But she couldn't deal with it now. So she wandered into the outside once more head hung low.
She couldn't find her violet haired savior now she knew. There was no way to track the woman but perhaps she needed rest at some point so maka's wits promoted her to return to the apartment. Even an immortal needed to find somewhere quiet to sleep right? She had to admit she started to look at the woman as more than the awkward hero she'd found by accident. She felt like some poor stray cat crawling back to the last kind person to throw her food. But it still instilled her with a soft sense of revelry, some modicum of appreciation for the odd woman's kindness.
The sense of dejavu almost eluded her for a moment but as she crossed the now very familiar alleyway she was struck with the chill of the ghost that still haunted her. The vivid recollection of her first trip down this rabbit hole now clawed at her. It stirred her mind with hateful feelings. Anger, envy, betrayal and desperation now coalesced in her mind to form the macabre of images that repeated themselves as her she been paying attention she would've noticed the approach of her nightmares more closely. Perhaps she might've even had time to run. However she was still lost in thought as what she at first perceived as the hands of a ghost accosted her.
Against the wall she found herself again. Some eerily familiar presence pushing against her, and the now the smell of alcohol. Wait she wasn't dreaming now. She wasn't locked in her own mind, she wasn't replaying the same scenario again. No kind words with hidden malice, no careful preparation and certainly no opportunity to analyze. But the all too familiar knife was present, and that was all she needed to confirm her nightmare now reality. What her ghost didn't know about though, was now she had found a weapon of her own.
"Nice mask you got there princess." His speech was slurred slightly but not enough to have been too inebriated, just enough to be blunt. "If you don't look over your shoulder neither of us will know the other from Adam. Might can call this a blind date almost." He pushed against her languidly and she found that familiarity, this was the same man. His rough calloused hands were the same that had haunted her for days. The knife the same blade that had held her hostage, and that voice no matter the distortion the same one that weaseled into her discomfort so effortlessly. "Now just be quiet sexy, I'll give you something those hotshots at the club can't even compare to." She said nothing for a moment allowing him to fondle her underdeveloped chest for a moment "a little on the flat side but hey all tits are beautiful right? How about down here" he slid his hand between her legs forcing her to grind her teeth in frustration for a moment.
"G-get off..." She hissed lowly trying to ward back her temporary discomfort.
"Oh I'm gonna baby. Just gimme about ten minutes." He pressed against her folds just like before, rubbing at the black lace and it dawned on her. She knew him, but he had no idea what he'd just encountered, what he'd unleashed. "First I'm gonna drill that little hole of yours real good. After that you'll be beggin for me to use the front door too."
"I said get off..." She growled more sternly hoping he'd simply back away but to no avail.
"Where first? Oh I know... Maybe I'll just leave a little present right in here. The last one didn't get any real action so you should feel proud" he rubbed against her flesh pushing an almost unwillingly appreciative gasp from her and then the switch flipped.
"Are you done yet?" She snapped "because I'm tired of warning you" the tone of her voice made her hot in places she wouldn't dare admit, even more so when she felt hesitant fingers slowly creeping away from her forbidden areas in shock. "If you're gonna fuck me you shouldn't be standing around talking about it" her hands moved with instinctual lightning, gripping her antagonists wrist and twisting just enough that the blade dropped.
"What the hell!" He was caught now. The quick push and a hard tug forcing her captor into her place for exchange.
"That's better" she sighed almost relieved as she cranked her shoulder before pushing her attacker against the wall "you know you're not ugly. Why didn't you just go find a girlfriend..." Her words weren't hers now but she felt the liquid power from them, every syllable forcing her muscles to quiver in anticipation, every movement making her heart pound harder. "That's what gets you off though isn't it? Taking what you want? Taking it from some poor defenseless little girl? Trying to at any rate. You like destroying innocence don't you." Her hand moved of its own volition now grasping at the stunned quarry she'd collected, trailing down his torso to clasp his hardened needs hatefully. "You like to hear them cry don't you? Every time you use this... Maybe I should cut it off? Or maybe bite? You'd like that wouldn't you? You'd want my mouth around it" she was turning him on, she could feel it and for some reason that satisfied her. "After all you said I was pretty" it wasn't till she let the mask fall that he finally realized what he'd stumbled into. "You remember me don't you?" Watching the color drain from his face almost pushed her over the edge and she had to stifle the moan that nearly escaped her, "you remember what you did to me?" Once seductive words now turned hateful, once lucid hands now violent as she tossed him effortlessly to the ground, landing straddle of his waist, and quickly commencing her vengeance. "You remember don't you?!" Fists slammed into him with an unbridled rage now, the euphoria she had felt from before turning into a lucid fury as her hands unleashed a barrage of pent up anger on this man, this monster. For a moment she couldn't register the shocking crack of flesh and bone colliding. For a split second all she could see was red, all she could hear was her own heart, all she could feel was the adrenaline.
Bone crushing blow after devastating blow, well trained hands instinctively attempted to destroy this offender with the very flesh he so coveted. She was intent on erasing him entirely "you still want me right?! Am I still pretty?! Huh!?" Her words weren't under her control now and neither were her limbs as she hastily moved to straddle his neck "what's the matter?! You want a closer look?!" Once his head was no longer able to turn away she continued her pummeling forcing him to gaze upon the creature that he'd created before the sudden urge to be more violent came to mind. "I should kill you..." She squeezed those legs he'd violated tightly around his neck the dark impulse to twist and end this nightmare being nearly unstoppable before gentle hands found her shoulders.
"Maka... He's had enough sweetheart." Milas voice froze her in time for a moment. "It's not worth this... Let it go."
"He deserves it!" She snapped clocking the man once more the venom still on her tongue.
"Yes... But you deserve better... Let it go... It's not worth this." She cooed her gently only serving to stall the enraged blond for a moment as she proceeded to choke her prey into unconsciousness before scuttling away. She broke down now, the high from before gone, the anger subsiding, and the dirty feeling of realization dawning on her. As had become common mila was there, protective motherly hands holding the now sobbing girl to herself gently. "Shhhhhhh. You did good... It's alright now. Milas got you."
Sirens weren't something she normally relished. Blue lights not always a welcoming sign but for some reason she felt a sense of peace as they dragged her battered boogie man away, mila making it a point to indicate a random vigilante to spare the girl the indignity of talking to the police as she hid in the apartments comforting walls now. She had been violated, in so many ways, wronged on levels inhuman, but for some reason this whole ordeal coming to a close felt liberating. As though she'd completed some test for her right of passage into womanhood. Soon she'd see this whole thing buried, but for now she simply wanted to hide.