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Alexia Ashford lounged on the sofa with a wide grin as she watched Alfred walk into the room with two glasses of red wine, she noted with satisfaction that his hands shook when he placed the glasses down. She loved it when her twin squirmed like a worm in her presence, she adored the fact that he was still afraid of her.

He had every reason to be.

Outwardly there was no change in Alexia Ashford, and her grinning countenance showed none of the malice hidden within her mind. The murderous joy that caused her heart to skip a beat as she watched her brother. The only reason why she had not instantly destroyed him was because she wanted to play with him for a while..

And she also had started to get hunger cravings and decided that she would make her brother tend to her every hungry whim before she killed him.

She also knew that her brother may have being dim, but he was not utterly stupid. She knew that he would have realised that he was living on borrowed time and that she had some ulterior motive for his survival.

"As I said, it was not my fault. I tried to get to you, but my hands were full here." Her brother murmured between quick gulps of wine. "I did try, sweet sister!"

She smiled warmly. "Oh, my poor brother.. I do appreciate you thinking of me! So tell me, have you took care of the threat that was somehow more important then waking me up?"

"...Not exactly." Alfred whispered. "There is..a woman still alive..She-"

"Good Lord, Alfred! Really? You actually haven't even managed to do this much? Do any of your men still respect you?" Alexia inquired in annoyance.

It surprised her that Alfred bristled and sharply replied. "The ones that are still alive do, yes. The ones that died were also loyal, but I suppose that you do not care. You do not care about the hardships and the sacrifices that I have made for you."

"Alfred, are you saying that you have men who will still serve me?"

Alfred poured himself another glass of wine and nodded. "Even when I am dead, sister.. Which I am sure will please you."

Alexia placed a sad expression on her face. "Alfred, I'm detecting a little bit of resentment from you."

She found Alfred's behaviour strange, he was always the weaker one out of the two of them. The one that would bend that much to her will that he would break, and break gladly. Yet somehow, he seemed different now. Cold, almost hostile. She did not like this change.

Alfred gazed in contemplation at his wine glass. "So..Did Dan wake up as well?"

Alexia giggled. "Oh goodness, you remember him?"

"How could I not? He was the only fool that showed no anxiety in your presence. I remember quite vividly the day that you had him kidnapped and forced into that pod. I also remember.. The day he brought you flowers, white roses, and you threw them in my face because they were the wrong colour." Alfred placed a deliberate amount of emphasis on the word 'my', as though he did not deserve such treatment.

"Brother, I only wanted a yes or no.. Not a rambling monologue of memories!" Alexia felt the boredom as it consumed her, she had talked to Alfred to long and he did what he did best.

Bored her.

"So, sweet sister, back to my question.. did he wake up?" Alfred inquired.

"He died afterwards, but yes.. He did wake up, and he certainly was useful." Alexia chuckled with a cruel smirk.

Alfred was silent when he lifted his glass to his lips and looked at her with an expression of dread.

Alexia had inspected her still full wine glass with deliberate care, she was delighted that Alfred looked uneasy. She was delighted that he was back to how he was before he decided to develop an attitude.

"You know, Alfred.. I honestly wish I could share a drink with you.. But it would be bad for the baby."

She stifled a laugh when Alfred choked out his drink in horror and shock.

...

When Alfred had regained control of himself, he looked at her in disbelief. He looked at her as though she was a stranger. He said nothing, only looked at her with an expression she had never seen on his face before.

'He's judging me?!' She mentally seethed.

Her outward expression never changed however, in fact she smiled wider at him then ever.

"Oh, my beloved brother.. I can't help but wonder... Are you jealous?"

She was surprised when her twin smirked at her, his smirk was something that was new to her. She had never seen her brother in this way, she had never realised that he was capable of such a bitter and malevolent expression.

"Once..Once upon a time, yes.. I would have felt jealousy, now however.." He looked her in the eye and clearly announced. "I am over you, Alexia."

Alexia laughed in delight. "Oh, Alfred! I didn't think you had any backbone at all! I do like this side of you, it's just a shame.."

Alexia stood up in a fluid motion and grinned like a cat as she whispered. "...It really is a shame that you need to die now."

When she had finished speaking, she jumped up from the sofa and closed the gap between them. Her hands clamped upon her brother's neck like a vice.

Alexia moved faster then ever before and with an inhuman amount of strength, she snapped her brother's neck like a dry twig.

'Well, that was unsatisfying.' She thought to herself as she gazed at his lifeless body. 'He didn't even try to fight back.'

She looked around the room and noticed a framed poloraoid photograph, captured within it was a surprised looking man.

'That's new.' She mused before she looked back to her brother's corpse and noticed that he had a smile on his lifeless lips.

She wondered why he died with a smile and realised with a sudden jolt that now she would never know.

She sighed in irritation and remarked almost cheerfully to the new life that was growing even stronger within her.

"Oh well, we don't need him anyway. He couldn't even wake me up on time!"

...

Alexia watched the line of men in front of her, Alfred's elite men. Blank eyed and stone faced, like wind up dolls.

"Although my brother has passed away and his death is a great loss.." She spoke in a clear and confident voice. "You still have the honor of being apart of a great legacy, a dream! You will now work for me, and in turn you will help create the grandest of ambitions! And in return, you will all be rewarded!"

She raised her voice and smiled at the men. "You will all be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams!"

She nodded to herself with satisfaction as the men cheered in a single and unified roar, Alfred was correct. These men were perfect, loyal and cold hearted. They were just what she needed.

After she gave her orders, she pulled one of the men aside and gave him a different order.

"Bring me a typewriter."

As she watched him scurry away, she subconsciously placed a hand upon her stomach. A stomach that was already larger and more advanced in the stage of pregnancy then what was naturally possible.

'Acceleration.' Alexia Ashford thought to herself in satisfaction.

She grinned.

(Chapter end)