Sorry, but I read through the other version, foudn too many mistkes and had to fix it. This is the new and not so horrible version. Sorry again.
She had gone by many names in the past eighteen years. She had lived different lives, slept with different people, had gone through random surgeries that would change who she was.
She was a mother, a wife, a whore, a murder. Her soul was tainted with past sins, and she relished in the pain and suffering of others. She had killed mercilessly, had raped and plundered and stolen until there was no trace of good left within her demented mind.
Her lovers were many, and she had been forced, on dozens of occasions, to result in abortions. She kept five wonderful children, however, all of whom took on her sick mind and twisted views. They were fathered by an amazingly strong man who was pure power beneath solid muscle. He was intelligent, a dark mastermind who used his unimaginable fortune to wreak havoc upon those he hated.
She was his muse, his love, and she wouldn't leave him for anything in the world. Kenneth, her oldest obsession, was their play toy when the desire struck. He was fine with this, of course, for he always had first dibs on the people they hurt, the women they raped, and the men they murdered.
But that one incident, all those long years ago, burned the back of her mind and kept her going through all those days. The intent to kill made her strong, forced her to strengthen her body and her mind, in hopes of one day bringing down that redheaded whore and her entire world. The half demon, the cop's daughter, the teenage mother, and the mayor's stepdaughter would also pay for putting her father and uncle behind bars. It was their fault she had to run away from Jump City, their fault that she couldn't get them out of her mind, their fault that she lusted for their blood and body every goddamned night, and their fault that she became obsessed with their children.
They were gorgeous creatures, all of them, with their smooth muscles and soft skin. The boys, even the cop's sons, were so damn arousing that it took all of her willpower to keep her hands from them. It was unnatural, that so many boys could tug at her so hard that she feared she would lose her mind.
Constantly, she had to remind herself that it wasn't the male children of the bitches that she had a grudge with: it was the daughters.
It came as no surprise that the redheaded whore would birth so many stunning children. All six of them were unnaturally beautiful, but it was the four girls that attracted her. The tall, willowy Sam, whose body was sculpted just as her mother's had been so many years ago. She was a marvelous sight, with the waterfall of red hair and honey gold eyes, but it was her power and her will to fight that attracted her the most. She refused to give up, no matter what it was, and would fight until she was no longer able to lift a finger. She was quite and sullen, but oh God, the intensity behind her was so overpowering that she often found herself faltering and reaching for the girl when she passed by. She was a heady mixture that had her heart pounding and fire dancing through her veins.
Adara was the energy in the family, with boundless confidence and unwavering optimism. She could never stay mad at anyone, nor could she bring herself to fight others when it came time. Her passion was people and interacting with others, so much like her mother had been. Her hair was dark, midnight against soft dark skin. Her eyes were gold, just like her sister's, and she was the first—and only, as of yet—to lose her virginity. She had been with Twain's youngest twin boy, Cameron, since middle school, and it had only been recently that she had slept with the kid. It did not take away her appeal however, and she found herself aching for the bundle of delicious light that was Adara Grayson.
Dahlia Grayson amused her greatly. She was dark, where her identical sister was light, and had no qualms with jumping into a fight with swords raised. Her love was weapons, her favorite being a high-tech arrow designed to hold all that amazing alien power within the metal tips of the arrows. She was a worthy foe, that much was sure, but her spirit was unlike anything she had seen. Normally, she was detached and sarcastic, but in battle, her eyes darkened with power and the hidden passion within the young girl roared to life like an untamable fire. She loved it, desired it like she desire control, and she wanted nothing more than to break the Gothic girl's will.
But it was the youngest girl, Kiranne that flamed the desire inside her. The girl was perfect, with her unbelievable purity and soft voice. Kira was all she preferred, all innocence held inside a breathtaking body and amazing strength. There was no fighter like the girl, who was stronger than any person she had set eyes on. She could easily defeat any of her sisters, though she never tried, for her confidence in herself was so low that she, the woman who wanted to destroy Red, wanted nothing more than to bundle her up in her arms and console her wounded soul. Her tall body was sculpted with muscle, but she hid it behind baggy clothes as if it were disgusting. Her hair, all that glorious fiery curls, was always swept back in a tumble of magnificence to her slim hips. She was, in her eyes, the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, although her beauty lay within her heart. She could see so much of Starfire in the girl that she would gladly kill to have her. She was tempted, beyond anything she felt before, the actually keep the girl and take her whenever it suited her, instead of just disposing of her like most of the children she had taken.
Now Grey Logan, the oldest daughter to the half demon whore, was a piece of art. She was so tiny, barely toping five feet, yet her attitude made her at least six feet tall. She was a spitfire, all wild, uncontrollable fervor that drew more than her fair share of suitors to her door. However, the beautiful shape shifter was dead set on never dating. She had a pact with the other girls—excluding Adara—on staying virgins until marriage. It was something she was quite passionate about, which made it all the more perfect for her in the long run. She was a girl that would be a joy to rape, who would fight and bite and use all means to stop it no matter what it had to be.
The other chits, although the twins to the mayor's stepdaughter were adorable, were not as compelling as the other girls. She would get rid of them, of course, but she saw no real need in raping them, not when the five other girls held such promise. Her mission was to destroy Red (Grey Logan was too intriguing not to pass up) and involving others would merely make things more complicated than things needed to be. Those five girls would be her ticket into a wonderful world, where evil prevailed over good.
It was damn time she made sure that Red's little fairytale life came to an end.
She pushed open the double doors, heel clicking unrelentingly against the cement ground as she strode forward with a sultry swagger of hips, smirking at the looks of desire that the men gave her.
She stood at the podium, idly arranging her documents as the crowd murmured in wonder. No one was aware of her plots, but she knew, without a doubt, that no murderer, rapist, robber, or super-villain in this room would object to what she was about to propose.
Her husband sat before her, legs crossed and hands folded beneath his chin as a smirk danced upon his mouth. His long red hair was tied back in a serious ponytail at the nape of his neck, emphasizing his broad jaw and high cheeks bones. Her heart pounded in her chest at the look of him, but she merely winked and unbuttoned the top of her jacket provocatively.
He seemed pleased, which egged her on, but she had a mission today, and she refused to let anything stop it from happening.
She pressed her fingers to her mouth and gave a sharp, earsplitting whistle. After a few groans of pain, the crowd settled down, turning evil eyes to her. She smiled wickedly at the throng of people.
"Who here is aware of the Titans?"
There was a roar of distain, which brought a grin to her full mouth. "And who here is aware of the mayor, or his billionaire wife, or the mechanic and his shrink wife? Who here knows of the detective or his little inspector? I know you are attentive of whom I speak, for eighteen years ago, my father was in the throws of destroying them all. He was seconds away from ridding this world of the renowned Teen Titans."
She paused while they howled with broken hope before she lifted up one manicured hand. Immediately, they quieted. "But he was defeated by those worthless women, and now, he spends his days in prison, suffering while his life dwindles away behind bars. He will die there, all thanks to those sickening heroes who think themselves better than us because they are able to stop us from living. Why must we sit back while they live their lives? Why must we suffer for their actions? My father does not deserve to rot in jail, nor does he deserve to let them get away with what they did.
"I am sure you know that they have children." A low murmur arose from the crowd. She smiled and gathered the papers she brought in her hand. "I hold here the information of the White Rose survivors' children. All that is needed is here in the files."
She lowered them, idly straightening the papers and setting them down on the large, circular projector. "You question as to why you are here. It's understandable. It's not everyday that you get a calling from a multimillionaire to gather in an abandoned warehouse building to listen to his wife ramble on about the past." A few chuckled, but most were detached, faces deprived of any emotions. Those, she thought to herself with a smile, those are the ones who will do the job right.
"We bring you here today because we need your help. We need you, those worthy of calling themselves evil, to destroy the children of the Titans and their friends' children." She held up a finger when some started to open their mouths. "But not just all of the children. I want the girls."
Their voices weaved together as the questions spurted forth. "The men hold no interest for me. It is the women of the Titans children that I want: Samara Grayson. Adara Grayson. Dahlia Grayson. Kiranne Grayson. Grey Logan. Capturing and torturing these girls will lead us to a brilliant victory, for what are the Titans now without their true fighters? You know that the women far precede the men in fighting. Look at Samara. Better yet, look at Kiranne. She is the epitome of a hero. Tell me, how many have you have been taken down by the sweet, virginal little girl? How many of you have been humiliated because of her? Because she refuses to give you a fight because she pities you?"
More than half of their hands rose in grudging distain. "How many of you would love to get back at those five girls who weak havoc upon all your hard work?"
All hands rose at this, save for those who watched her with wary eyes. "Tell me," one called from the back, and the villains parted as he walked forward. He was young, no more than twenty five, with two long swords strapped to his back and an entire array of daggers on his belt. Long blonde hair fell over his eyes as his handsome face turned toward her. "What do we get for helping you?"
She locked eyes with him as the crowed mumbled amongst themselves, curious now. She smiled at him, noting the way his dark eyes stayed impassive. "What do you wish for your services?"
He cocked his head, strong arms folded over his broad chest. "Dahlia."
She laughed, couldn't help it, and swore she had already fallen in love with the boy. "Deal. You bring me the rest of the girls and I will gladly let you keep Dahlia. Do what you please with her, and I'll even let you have all the credit of taking her down."
She cocked her finger at him. "Come, and we will discuss your plans for our innocent Dahlia." When he was settled next her, towering over her demure height, she turned to the rest of the crowd.
"Now, as for the rest of you…whoever brings me Samara Grayson, Kiranne Grayson, or Grey Grayson will receive fifty thousand dollars on the spot. That and I'll even allow you to have you own way with them once I'm finished. As for the other girls, including the young girls of their friends, whoever manages to kill them will receive the same amount as before. But this time, if it pleases you, you can have them completely to yourselves. But I want Kiranne, Sam, and Grey at all costs."
She smiled wickedly. "Now... Who's up for the job?"
Her laugh tinkered as hands shot upward. "Now, now, let's not be hasty. First, let me fill you in one each girl, starting with Samara Grayson."
She pulled out a file and opened it, flipping through the pages. The boy next to her eyed the folder, before reaching around her and grabbing the rest of them, thumbing idly through it. She blinked at him as he pulled out Dahlia's folder, sat the rest down on the projector, and flicked through it with more interest than she had ever seen in him. It occurred to him that she did not know him name.
"What do they call you, sweetheart?" His dark eyes lifted to hers in annoyance at the nickname before returning the Dahlia's information. "They call me Blade."
"Not exactly original is it?" She laughed at his dull stare. "Okay, Blade whom is so interested in our Gothic Dahlia." She moved toward the folders when he asked, deep voice tinted with something she couldn't put her finger on, "Dahlia's a virgin?"
She read briefly through Sam's profile as she offhandedly said, "Yes. They all are except Adara, who just lost hers to her boyfriend of five years…Dahlia's too busy playing with weapon or sharpening them to worry about romance and such. In fact, I don't think she's even kissed anyone before." She glanced up with a furrowed brow before shrugging. "Though the chemistry she has with the football player is electrifying. So much hate that ends up really being sexual tension, so I have a feeling, if you don't act soon and take everything, she'll end up jumping the poor boy. Why'd you ask?"
"I want everything."
She glanced up at him, nearly giddy at the raw possession in his eyes. "You don't plan on killing her, do you?"
"No." And he resumed looking through her folder, eyes caressing over the photo she had snapped one day when the girl had fought in a rather nasty battle. It was quite beautiful really, with fire leaping behind her and blood dripping down into those powerful eyes. Her bow, raging with green flames, was arched backwards, hand touching a mouth that was almost too full. The picture captured the raw fury in every soft line of her face. It wasn't hard to see why Blade was so enthralled with her. She was a powerful beauty.
"What do they call you?" He asked, eyes scanning her school reports.
She smiled as she set up the projector, eyes clouding with memories. "I was called Rebecca."
"Ah." He was back to the file, leaving her to set up the technology. She caught her husband's eye and winked. His eyes were on the boy, however, and Rebecca wondered if it was desire dancing in the brown depths of his eyes. She smiled. That was good. Maybe he would get ideas to bring the boy home with them.
"I'm sorry for the delay, but I'm not exactly a master at this new technology. I much preferred the simpler times where projectors were displayed on a wall instead of in midair with holographs." She turned to her audience, who had previously been meandering about and conversing with other villains of their caliber. "Might one of you be a technical genius?"
Rebecca raised an eyebrow when a huge, bulking man of about thirty-five walked forward, head shaved bald and muscles bulging beneath pale skin. "Gismo," he said in a high tenor. He moved her aside, and in less than two seconds he had the machine purring. "Know how to work it?"
She shook her head, surprised at how high his voice really was. For a body that big and a voice so…boyish? Very strange. "No…technical idiot here."
He grinned, teeth flashing bright. He held out a meaty hand. "Folders, please?"
She handed them to him, watching as he thumbed through them. "Do you have a cartridge for this?" At her dull look, he added, "a disc? You know, so we can see the information? Or do you just have the papers to these girls?"
She dug through her briefcase as she remembered the disc where all the information was. Stupid. How could you have copied all those papers when all you needed was this?
She handed it to him, watching as he popped it into the projector with skilled ease. "So…why are you here?"
He turned toward her, hands on wide hips. "I've unfinished business with the Titans."
"Oh…old foe?"
"The Hive Five ring any bells?"
She blinked, and betrayed her unruffled appearance when she gawked. "You're that Gismo? But he was so—"
"It's amazing what technology can do these days." He smiled and sauntered down the stairs. "By the way," he added, turning back around to face her. "I'll take down Adara Grayson with ease."
Rebecca flashed a pretty smile at him before she faced her crowd once again. "Ladies and gentleman, I give you Samara Grayson."
She moved to the monitor, pressed a few buttons, and suddenly, the holograph of one Sam Grayson popped up. She moved to the side as the lights snapped off and read off the physical body of the eighteen year old girl.
"Samara Grayson, age eighteen. Height is six foot three; weight is one hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscles. Her strength is in her arms and she is a master of her Tameranian powers." The hologram flickered slightly before she zoomed onto her face, letting them all memorize each feature.
"Her weakness is the same as her father's. Antagonize her, get her angry, and she'll throw all caution to the wind and will fights with heat. But it makes her clumsy. Her anger and desire to be the best clouds her true strength, and it's easy to take her down."
She zoomed out again, letting them take in her entire body, clad in nothing but holographic bra and underwear. "Any questions?"
When no one raised a hand, she nodded. "Copies of this information will be handed to those who wish to help. Now, we get to Adara Grayson."
She switched files so it was Ada's information they studied. "Adara Grayson, age seventeen. Height is six foot; weight is one hundred and thirty three pounds. Her power lies within her staff, given to her by her father. She will not fight unless pushed to it, so if it comes to it, you have to hurt either her or her family. She is the weakest of the Grayson family, and should be easy enough to destroy. Gismo had already decided he wishes to take her down." She repeated the same process as with Sam before asking, "Questions?"
Gismo raised his hand. "We don't have to rape them if we get them, do we?"
Rebecca blinked. "No. Your punishment is completely up to you."
He nodded, pleased with the answer. He had no real desire in raping the girl, for it was demeaning to them both. He much preferred murder.
She moved to Dahlia, but Blade's hand jerked out to grab her. "She's mine," he snapped, hands tightening over her slim wrist.
Rebecca merely waved him off. "I know, I know. But others still need to be aware of her if it arises. I promise you will be the only one to handle Dahlia. This is just a precaution."
She waited patiently as he moved back, eyes fluttering to Dahlia's form. "Here we have Dahlia Grayson, age seventeen. Height is six foot; weight is one hundred and thirty nine pounds. Her strength is weapons and hand to hand combat. She's a nasty fighter, and rarely leaves her opponents conscious. She has no problem with fighting, and it is remarkably hard to take her down. If it comes down to it, she has no qualms with killing. Her weakness lies within herself. If she gets too mad, her powers flare up, causing her to destroy anything within a forty foot radius. After this, she gets weak, and has been known to collapse under the strength of her own power, which is why it is difficult to anger her. She's a master a controlling emotions in herself, so be careful, Blade. She's a tough opponent to mess with."
He nodded, eyes flashing with excitement. So, the boy wanted a challenge. Rebecca sighed and moved to her favorite girl. He's certainly going to get a challenge, she murmured to herself.
"Kiranne Grayson, age seventeen. Height is six foot one; weight is one hundred and thirty nine pounds. Her strength is…well, everything. She's remarkably strong, fast, clever at reading opponents, and will take you out with one blow. She doesn't play at all. She is easily the strongest of all Titans, including the parents. Her weakness also lies within herself. Despite the fact that she is the strongest, her will is weak; her confidence in herself dwindled down to nothing. She refuses to hurt anyone and will not kill anyone, which is a huge downfall. If worst comes to worst, take a hostage and she's yours. Her heart is too kind, and she won't fight if someone else is in danger of getting hurt. If you threaten to hurt others, she will bend to you, and let herself take the brunt of everything. This rarely happens, however, and you have to be strategic in your plans. If you anger her, things get nasty, and that innocence that is completely her diminishes and is replaced by something equally as frightening as her strength. In her fury, there is not telling what she might do. The only time anyone ever really angered her ended up in a coma for fours years. He still has not awoken. Keep in mind that this was when she was thirteen. There's no telling how strong she has gotten now."
Rebecca smiled. "She is the one I want. Do not forget this."
She brought up Grey, and most of the men in the room groaned their arousal. With a chuckle, she read her profile. "Grey Logan, age eighteen. Height is four feet eleven and a half inches; weight is one hundred pounds. Her strength is in her powers, which is a gift from her demonic mother. Her powers dabble more into witch craft, however, and she often switches between that and morphing. She rarely uses hand to hand, but she is known to use an ancient practice that can literally rend you useless with one touch of her hand. It's easy to rile her and get her angry, but it's useless in doing so. With her anger, her powers intensify, and you're pretty much screwed. So unless you have a death wish, refrain from mentioning her height. Her weakness is hand to hand. She can fight, but it's sloppy, for she was more into casting spells and learning the tricks of her shifting. To take her down, you need to be amazingly fast and an expert in hand to hand."
She tilted her head up slightly as the lights flickered back on. "These are your targets. You know their strengths and their weaknesses. Now, it is up to you how you take them down. Those of you who wish to help, step forward. Those of you who are not interested, please, keep this a secret from everyone and step out."
She was pleased when only a few made a move to leave. She turned back to her guard, who had been standing in the shadows the entire time, and beckoned him forth. "Handle them for me, please."
He nodded gruffly before heading for the door. The crowd watching in horrified amazement as screams of pain erupted from outside. Her guard stepped back in, two dead bodies sluing over his shoulder and two being dragged ruthlessly by the hair.
"Anyone else?" She added sweetly before smiling at them. "Good. Now, there's a catch to this little scheme." She stepped from behind the podium, calmly smoothing down her suit as if nothing strange had happened and she had not ordered four people to be murdered in the blink of an eye.
"When you go after them, I wish to be present. Of course, I can't be at so many places at on time, so you will come to me with your ideas, and I will weed through them until we find the ones that are bound to work. When you leave, you will be given my information and where to contact me. And please, don't come up with stupid ideas. I have no time to waste, not when the future life of evil hangs in the balance."
She allowed the crowd to leave, letting her body guard pass out the information and striking more fear into their hearts. It would make sure no one betrayed her. Those that tried…well, they would be dealt with.
She let out a heavy breath and rolled her shoulders. Public speaking had always stressed her out. Her husband walked up to her, large hands settling on her shoulders and rubbing the tense muscles. "That was amazing. I have never seen such a captivated audience before."
She cooed in pleasure when his hands slipped down her shoulder and disappeared inside the tight opening of her jacket. His mouth settled against her neck, but before she could turn in his arms, Blade stepped forward, Dahlia's folder tucked safely inside his black jacket.
He ignored her husband as he cupped her breast roughly, instead tilting his head and studying her eyes. "When can I have her?"
Rebecca shook her head and pulled away from her husband's rough fingers. He wasn't pleased, but his mood changed when his small wife pressed her body against the young man's, finger trailing down his muscled chest.
He did nothing to stop her, but he was impassive to her actions. "I want her."
She smiled. "I know. You can have her whenever you please, but I suggest you wait until the right moment. Never jump into things too quickly. You lose interest if you don't drag out the desire. Besides, I find watching as intoxicating as having. But until then…how about you come home with us? We wouldn't mind the company. Besides," she added with an arch of a perfectly shaped brow, "I have a daughter who can sate your lust until you get Dahlia. She has short black hair like Dahlia, so maybe you can more easily imagine her."
Blade blinked slowly. "Are you offering me your daughter?"
"Of course. She's sixteen, plenty old enough to fuck. It's not like she's a virgin or anything. We try to prohibit innocence in our household as much as we can."
Blade studied her a moment before he gave a rough shrug. "Whatever."
Rebecca grinned, arm slipping through his. "I was hoping you would say that." She pulled the young man toward the exit, her husband watching them hungrily from behind.
"So who should we destroy first?"
Well, I was on a roll after finishing the chapter for the Beast Within, so I decided to start on this and, bam! I'm finished. Probably sucks, but it's so darn hard to write the very first chapter and keep it interesting. Sorry none of the kids were in here, but I had to set up Rebecca's character more and lay out her plots. I'll get to working on the last chapter for TBW and the next for this.
Hoped this didn't suck too greatly and if it did…well, I can always rewrite it.