Revenge is a Dish...
It took another three months of touring the four corners of the empire and attending Drago-Katsov parties to gather the rest of the information she needed to enact her revenge. She hadn't been allowed to see her husband again and hadn't stooped to begging for him. Reginald had to respect that; he knew that his thorny Rose missed the Berserker. Even with her lifeforce dampened by her hatred, she was still the strongest of his delicate little Roses. People asked for her by name now. The Alpha encouraged it. Whenever she opened herself up to heal, her rage was lost to her for a few precious moments. It was never enough, but it was all he could do for her. The girl was skeletal by now, always wheezing with each breath and feverish. The others could do nothing for her, they weren't strong enough, they weren't mature enough to understand her pain. Idly Reginald wondered what Tyr would do when she died. Doubling the guard around him in preparation for his execution, he watched and mourned the life he couldn't seem to save.
He threw a lavish party at the end of month three to distract himself from her eventual passing. His five Roses were invited of course. They sang for the crowd and everyone was very happy. Then a heavy-duty melody filled the lively hall and everyone dropped to the ground, writhing in agony.
Walking, waiting,
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
The things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool to walk right up
To take my life and fuck it up
Well did you?
Well did you?
Ama entered the hall like a queen, observing her handiwork dispassionately. The other Khaleesi were staring in horror at the spectacle.
"Go back to your room and wait there," Amara ordered her fellow Khaleesi. They ran to obey her.
I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise (surprise)
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
"Why? Why are you doing this, my little Rose?" the Alpha asked desperately as he writhed.
Walking, waiting,
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
The things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool to walk right up
To take my life and FUCK IT UP!
Well did you?
HATE. YOU!
I see Hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise (surprise)
And touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
"You took everything from me," she said calmly. "It's only right that I return the favor. There are no more Drago-Katsov. I've eliminated the entire Pride, man, woman, and child. Any slaves or descendants of your people… Anyone with a drop of Drago-Katsov blood in them is dead as of now. You are the last because I wanted you to see the folly of your ways. You wanted Drago-Katsov to be the dominant Pride in the Universe. Now they are gone as if they never existed. The other Prides will reassert themselves and life will go on without you and your greedy kind."
"And when another Pride rises to take our place?" he whispered, trembling in pain as his molecules were shredded by her power.
"Then I'll kill them too," she shrugged. "Though I doubt it will come to that. I'm imprinting a genetic memory of everything that's happened here into everyone in the galaxy. Everyone will know in perpetuity exactly what happened here and why."
"Clever girl," the evil Nietzschean nodded, noticing that the entire hall was now empty of the dead bodies from before.
I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart too
How to get this far
Playing games with this old heart
I killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you
I've slept so long without… you!
(Touching you makes me die inside)
I see Hell in your eyes
(Touching you makes me die inside)
Taken in by surprise
(Touching you makes me die inside)
And touching you makes me feel alive
(Touching you makes me die inside)
Touching you makes me die inside
(Touching you makes me die inside)
I see Hell in your eyes
Reginald was gone, disintegrated like everyone else in the empire. She'd done it. She'd eliminated the threat. Billions dead for the deaths of her comrades and father on Deep Space Nine. She felt that dark, seething hatred leave her at last. But there was nothing to replace it. The anger had born her up all these months; there was nothing under it.
A hot mouth latched onto hers feverishly and she suddenly felt her life returning to her. She moaned in pleasure, accepting Tyr into her. Life flooded her, she'd almost forgotten what it was like to feel that joy, that innocence. Ama breathed it all in, wrapping herself around her man gratefully as he took the pain away.
It's time to laugh, it's time to cry
It's time to be what you need to be
It won't be long 'till they are gone
And we can be what we want to be
I'm wanna run from everything
Everything that holds me down
Nothing to win, nothing to lose
You can't tell me what to do anymore
You can't tell me what to do anymore
Now I'm free, now I'm free, now I'm free
The Khaleesi felt tears, hot and cleansing, dripping down her face. She kissed her man back as he covered her mouth, face, and neck with sweet kisses.
"You did it, Bliss! You avenged our Pride! You killed those murderers dead!"
"The entire Drago-Katsov Pride is gone as if they'd never existed," she confirmed tiredly, leaning heavily on him. "I wanted to make a statement, one that would never be challenged. I am the 'Pride-Killer' now. I… I…" She fainted dead away.
Yeesh! When Amara does a thing, she doesn't go halfway, does she? So this is what she had in mind, huh? I would say that the take-home message is 'don't mess with Khaleesi', but that's not it. The hatred she carried inside of her could just as easily killed her as it did the Drago-Katsov. Maybe... Don't mess with this Khaleesi? ::grins:: One more chapter, dear readers and that's the end of this story. Stay tuned. I'm almost done! A review would be nice. In the spirit of Christmas and all! ^_^
Queen of the Damned - Jay Gordon - Slept So Long
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