Warning: This is Dani's chap...enough said.

Background Music/Dani's Voice Over:

Insane, inside - the danger gets me high

Can't help - myself – got secrets I can't tell

I love the smell of gasoline

I light the match to taste the heat

I've always liked to play with fire

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Humming along, hips swaying to the base heavy beat. Hands in my hair, running down my neck, breasts, stomach only to stop at the hem of my shirt pulling it off. Soaked in my company's blood, I ended up losing my temper. Looking down at myself, disappointment sinking in realizing the shirt soaked up most of it.

Oh well, still one to go.

Bouncing on the balls of my feet, enjoying the cool steel on my skin. A nice contrast to my boiling blood. Body on fire with anticipation. Hopping from one tile to the next stopping as the music dies off. Still as I statue I stare down my company, looking so delicious just hanging there, waiting on me.

Mm, mm, mm.

Silence engulfed as the song begins again, humming resumed as I hop the tiles toward her.

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5 Decades Ago

"Class, today we are going to be discussing what it is we are aiming to aspire to. By now, you should all have some idea."

"I want to be a fighter pilot." Solomon blurts out, without raising his hand.

"I will be a politician just like my father." Timothy volunteers.

"Excellent, some more realistic than others." She looks over the class, eyes landing on me before shifting to Sean. "Mr. Alreyna?"

"I aspire to help my mother, the Queen be the best of the best possible." He's one of the oldest kids here and talks younger. Might need to read a book before you do that. Smiling too much for my own good, she looks over at me.

"Ms. Alreyna?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"I aspire to be my mom."

"Aw." She smiles ear to ear, hand over her heart. "That is so amazing. You want to be just like the Queen, and one day-."

"No, mother is Queen. Mom is well…mom."

"You aspire to be your…mom?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, well that's very nice." She smiles, nodding before turning her back to me. "Does anyone here aspire to be like our Queen?"

Chattering little monkeys all raise their hands, even the boys. Stupid old ass lady who isn't smart enough to teach the older kids so she's stuck with these runny nose bastards and me. Glancing back at Sean, he just shakes his head at me as if I had said four plus four equals nineteen.

What's so wrong with mom?

Boiling blood…heavy base…vibrations echoing from the walls I find myself lost in the exhilaration of it all. Heart pounding beneath my breast with eagerness. A very distinct burning of anticipation between my thighs. Damn it's been too long since I played. Can't even remember the last kill. Three days? Four days? Too long.

Hopping from tile to tile, I've memorized the path already. Eyes closed as my hands explore my body bringing as much comfort as it does tension. Mm, it's gonna be a fun night. The smell of blood in the air almost as intoxicating at the fear and lingering traces of arousal remaining on their skin.

Some more than others.

The music comes to an end. My body falling still as my eye open. Our discarded company in a tiny pile in the corner. They weren't even any fun. I feel myself pouting at the memory, how quickly I ripped their throats out. Such a delicious mess for a couple of wastes of energy.

Eh.

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4 Decades Ago

"Oh!" Mom's exclamation pulls me from my day dream, eyes shifting from the screen to her and then back.

Huge surprise, some half naked blonde with fake tits ends up running through the woods only to be grabbed from behind in a lame ass jump scare. Insert fake as, loud ass, annoying ass scream. Then bam, violent kill. This time, decapitation with a butchers' knife. With one swing. As if it wasn't already laughable. What, is this guy supposed to be Fae? Get the fuck outta here.

"Don't give me that look." She laughs, using her foot to nudge my thigh as she repositions herself on the couch. "It was brutal."

"Mm-hm."

"You sound so much like your mother when she does that." She laughs again, attention back on the screen as she leans forward to grab the bowl of popcorn.

Our big impromptu bonding night after mother was called back to work. Shocker! And Sean being the little bitch boy he is ran off along with her to file paperwork to earn credit. Bitch, we could get straight Fs and still end up with six degrees with honors. Ride the wave bitch. My eyes shifting back to mom who looks near ready to pass out, but is desperately trying to be into this shitty ass movie. At least she tries. More than I can say about some people.

"Have you ever done that?" I ask.

"What? Have sex?" She laughs, another random ass sex scene already happening. "That would be how you and your brother got here."

"No." Rolling my eyes, I turn just enough to face her more than the screen, not really interested in seeing naked ass people. "Killed someone by decapitation."

"I think you're a little young for that convo."

"I'm thirteen!" My answer earns an eyebrow raise. "Okay. Twelve and a half. But still. Come on."

"I will just say that back in the day when I was younger and hotter and all that, I could get very creative in my saving of the day."

"Creative?"

"Well not like a serial killer." Laughing, she tosses a piece of popcorn at me. "Yeah, you have to be sometimes."

"You have to be creative?"

"Of course. I mean sometimes it was impromptu. You had to work with what you had. Other times you'd lose your knife or sword, then again, you'd have to work with what you had."

"Hm."

"What?"

"I don't know. I just never thought of that."

You have to be creative…hm.

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Background Music/Dani's Voice Over:

I ride – the edge, my speed goes in the red

Hot blood – these veins

My pleasure is their pain

I love to watch the castles burn

These golden ashes turn to dirt

I've always liked to play with fire

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Hands lingering on the inside of my thighs, biting my lower lip as I realize her eyes are focused so intently on me. Hm, maybe she likes to watch. Naughty, naughty. Fingertips gracefully undoing the button of my pants I let them fall. Stepping from them I give her a wink. Swaying to the music I make my way over to her.

Fingertips resting on the insides of her wrists in the blood. She's been struggling, naughty. Dragging my fingertips down the insides of her arms to her shoulders, the tops of her breasts to her stomach. Surprisingly she's still. I thought she would resist more. Then again I didn't think she'd be more of a sporty boxers girl either. Surprises, surprises.

Smirking, I sway down to my knees, hands gripping her hips as I do. She's nothing quite like I expected, hm. Hands dropping to her knees, holding her in place. Leaning in, running my tongue over the cut along her stomach curtesy of me. The way I have her hanging, her muscles strained delaying the healing nicely. Eye closing momentarily to enjoy the taste.

Looking up I find her staring down at me and I can't help smiling. "You taste just like your mother."

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4 Decades Ago

"Bo, stop." She giggles from the kitchen. "I'm trying to make dinner."

"You haven't been able to cook in years."

"Bo." She spins around, mom already having her pinned against the stove.

They seem to think that because I have my head buried in a book, I can't hear them. My ears work just fine guys, thanks.

"It's okay, you have many, many other things to offer."

"Stop it." Her breath hitches, laugh wavering. "Dani is in the living room."

"She can't hear us." Mom leans in, stealing a kiss from her. "She's not even paying attention."

"You're going to scar our child."

"You say this but look where your hand is."

My eyes roll, turning the page to a book I'm pretending to read. I just don't get it. What's the big hoopla about sex? What's the deal? Sean is chasing after every female he can find. Mom chases after mother all day long…whenever we manage to see her. And mother, well mother just participates I guess. I don't know. It's all weird. I don't get the point. Where's the drive? What's the desire?

Asking myself this another ten times, curiosity gets the better of me, shifting slightly so I can get a better view of them. Still greatly obstructed I can see mom still has mother pinned, mother's hands on her ass. An unusual silence, I can only assume they're kissing. I just don't get it. I don't even like touching myself in general, why would you want to touch someone else…when they're all sweaty and secreting bodily fluids.

Mother's hands slide underneath mom's pants, still on her ass. Their pair sort of giggling. Maybe a soft moan or whisper of some kind following. Mom always said find someone like mother, if I ended up liking women. Or find someone like Uncle Hale if I liked men. A joke about getting both if I felt indecisive.

No one ever said what to do if I like neither.

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Hands gripping her knees as she tries to kick out. Ohh, secretly a mother's girl? Doesn't do shit through anything, but make a comment about mother and she's suddenly got spunk. Maybe she is more interesting than I gave her credit for.

"Feisty, I like it." Winking up at her, hands gripping her knees so tightly my nails rip into her flesh. Pushing her legs apart I slip through them, maneuvering myself around in one motion. Hands on her hips as I pull her back against me. "I can't tell, are you just this docile or are you getting off on this too?"

Unsurprisingly she doesn't try to speak or move, just hangs here for me. Irritation rearing its ugly head, I let her go. Resting my face against her shoulder. Lips slightly parted on her skin. I count to fifty waiting from something interesting to happen, but once again, that feistiness of hers is missing.

"Do you know there is a perfect way to do this?" Question pointlessly asked as I lift my head just a little, canine's descending. "If you do it just right, then…." Eyes closing as I sink my teeth into the back of her neck.

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½ Decade Ago

"Did you know there is an exact science to this?" I drop my dinner from my hands, his blood spilling from my lips.

My only currently breathing company remains silent, staring at me with mild interest. He's never much fun. He thinks he's fun, but he's not. Most people think their fun or interesting and really they're all just copies of one another. Boring and useless. Merely sub-par meals for the likes of me.

"If you really want to make the most of your meal, it takes a bit, but there's a way. So you get them peak aroused, only to scare the shit out of them, and then get them turned on again. You gotta use our nifty succubi tricks for that one. So now they're all tenderized. Right at the peak, you suck ninety percent of their chi, before quickly biting into them. You have to make sure not to take all of their chi though which can be tricky. But if you take it all, then you've just ruined the second part of your meal."

"Sounds like a lot of work."

"So is foreplay, but don't see people skipping that."

"Most do."

"Then they're doing it wrong."

"From what I hear, your mother loves foreplay more than anything."

Unintentional growl ripping through my chest, canines descending and eyes changing within a matter of a heartbeat. He just smirks at me, almost chuckling. He finds it…me amusing.

"I thought she didn't have an effect on you anymore."

"She doesn't."

"Denial is a powerful thing."

"She doesn't."

"Then why haven't you went and killed her, like you said you would?"

"I'm busy."

"Boring me and feeding on low hanging fruit?"

"When I finish my game, I want it to be worth it. I can end her and the bitch Bo and all those little failed replacements in moments." My words trailing, features returning to normal as I calm. Kneeling down, I search my most recent meal. His BMW calling my name, if only I knew where his keys had went.

Instead of keys, I pull from his breast pocket a little navy blue envelope, my family seal on the back of it already broken. My, my what do we have here? Pulling the little card from the envelope, letting it fall onto his face I stand. Eyes running over the words repeatedly, each time my smile growing as an exhilarating hunger begins stirring in the pit of my stomach.

"What is it?" He asks.

"An invitation…my invitation."

"To?"

"To finish the game." Suddenly in a great mood, I bring the card to my lips before letting it fall. "You know, you were a solid six at best for a meal." I look down, kicking his leg with my foot. "But now? Well now porky, you are a nine. No, fuck that. You are an eleven. You are nearly the best damn thing I've ever eaten."

"There's the girl I know."

Pulling back, blood spilling from my lips onto her shoulder. Eyes watching it slowly make a trail down her shoulder blade, stopping only when it reaches her bra strap. Damn, should have removed that. Oh well. She jerks slightly, but still so docile. I assumed she'd have more…fight. But she takes after mother, well, mother is docile until she's not…maybe I just have to push it.

Fingertips running down the curve of her back to the indention right above her ass. She has wonderful skin, like really, really good skin. Just because you're fae doesn't guarantee good skin. Hers is impressive though. "I know a guy in Mexico who would pay quite a bit for your skin. I'd have to skin you myself, but hey, we could make it fun."

She jerks slightly causing me to laugh, hands gripping the sides of her stomach. Nails digging into her skin, loving the feel of fresh, warm blood coating my skin. Smile on my lips, as I lean back in for another taste, finding myself oddly famished.

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3 Days Ago

"Do you ever get tired of watching the world pass by?" She asks after several minutes of silence, staring at Guardian Line, she has some weird ass obsession with it.

"How do you mean?"

"I…don't know."

Of course you do Charlie, you have nine million complaints for the way the winds blow child. "C'mon, tell me." Yes, please continue to bore me with your petulant complaints. You're worse than Bo. "I'm here to listen."

"I just look around and everything is passing me by."

Because you do nothing. "You're young."

"I hate when people say that."

You hate everything. "Okay, you're old and decrepit. You're like a mummy, you may as well go find a tomb to waste away in."

"Such an ass sometimes." She laughs, giving me a smile. She almost looks like mother when she does, but she pales in comparison. "It's charming."

"I usually am."

"Why is this easy?"

"What?"

"Us."

"I don't know, maybe we just fit well together." Or I lie my ass off and try to not strangle you due to all of your stupidness. "Or we're just easy in comparison to what's troubling you."

"I don't know what you speak of."

"Your girlfriend."

"She's not." She snaps. Touchy, touchy. "She's just a friend, who is an ass."

"Hey, hey. That's my territory."

"I just want something!" She huffs, hands slapping her thighs as she stands up. "Everything is just….crap. Everything is so…this is my mother's fault. She feels the need to control everything and I just…it just ruins my life."

"It's your mother's fault that your girlfriend is a bitch?"

"Yes!" Sighing, she looks down at me scowling. "She's not my girlfriend."

"Interesting." It's really not.

"I don't know how to fix this Dani. I'm not happy. I'm not happy at home. I'm not happy in my life. I'm not happy in my relationships, present company excluded. I just want more. I desire more. I want to know what it's like to be alive. To know what life is without my mother's interference. But where the hell is that?"

And people say I have mommy issues.

Background Music/Dani's Voice Over:

Rite of passage, classic maverick

Match in the gas tank, oh that's ratchet

Unstoppable, legendary animals – Digital justice

Now you're gonna know us

Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus

No denying

I've always liked to play with fire

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Her blood drips down my lips, smeared over my chest from leaning against her back. Looking down over myself, small smile. This is much more like it. There's just something so satisfying about having blood coating your skin, especially when its nice and warm, scent still in the air. Mmmm.

Hopping from tile to tile, back toward the door where I've left my tray of toys. "So many to choose from." Fingertips brushing the handles of each scalpel. So many toys, so little time. Well, maybe not so little. My thumb brushing over the screen of her phone laying atop the corner of the tray. "Good news buttercup, we actually have some time before I have to skedaddle. Your sister's big acting debut and all. Can't miss that."

Silence my only response, this dead look from her as she stares through me. Shrugging I pick up the third scalpel from the left, something about it just…sings to me. "Something tells me tonight is going to be one for the books." Laughter filling the new silence as the song comes to an end once more.

"Insane, inside…the danger gets me high…" Beat resumes, my sway to the beat finding my groove. Hopping from one tile to the next toward her, this time only stepping on the right ones. What's life without a little whimsy? Head nodding to the rhythmic beat quickly getting me back into the mood. "I've always liked to play with fire."

Within arms' reach she starts to struggle a bit. Legs wiggle, slight pull on her wrist retrains. Aww, very cute. My head tilting to the side as I watch her, mildly enjoying the struggle. Her heart rate only slightly increasing, she's in better shape than I gave her credit. She shakes her head a couple times, presumably trying to get the gag out of her mouth. So cute.

Hips never missing a beat, blade presses against my thigh. Humming as I slowly drag it across my skin, just enough to feel a sting not to break the skin. Fine line between pleasure and just crazy. "Can't help myself…got secretes I can't tell…" My eyes running over her body, so many places to start with. So, so many places…but remember Dani, we only have a couple of hours. Her incessant whining now throwing off my thought process.

"What? What? What?" Irritating going from zero to a hundred instantly. "You want to beg for your life? You want to cry out for help? You want to tell me I don't have to do this? Oh, or maybe you want to tell me who you are, as if I don't know and tell me all about how your family is going to come for you?" She mumbles something, but shakes her head. "No?"

Curiosity slightly outweighing irritation, I reach out pulling the cloth from her mouth. Eyebrow raises as I wait for whatever recycled bullshit she has to cry about that slipped my mind for the moment. Coughing, she spits out some blood, letting her head fall forward and for a moment I think she's finally gonna cry. "Oh great, here come the waterworks."

Only response a shake of her head. It takes another moment, another spit of blood dangerously close to my foot. Her head raising slightly, eyes meeting mine and to my surprise. Not a tear in sight. Now I'm curious. "You…look stupid as fuck." Her laugh supersedes her smirk.

Never would I admit it, but that…kinda took me by genuine surprise. The feel of blood trickling down my thigh pulling at my attention, blade having torn through my skin. Smirk slowly curving my lips. "Well, well Ria..maybe I've been playing with the wrong sister all this time."

This could be fun.