Okay as most of you know I've been sick for quite some time and yesterday I ended up going to the ER...Thank god It's just Strep throat and an Ear infection! I will say this Antiniotics are the bomb!
Not much to say so...Twilight aint mine...Enjoy!
Chapter 24
Bella's POV
Song for chapter
Nine Inch Nails –Head Like a Hole
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
As she finally made her way through the door, my fists clenched and my body trembled with the endorphins building that ran in my system.
This moment right here, this is what I live for.
It's my own personal brand of heroin.
The fear of the unknown is enough to make a person run. Then when running isn't an option, they try to strike back. Some have 'luck' while others lose all faith, as the reality that nothing can save the... sets in.
Then lastly, we get the shock, disbelief, and total denial that their time is up.
That Death has decided to come and collect.
Yeah, nothing in the world tops this feeling. Well nothing, except the completeness my soul felt while in his arms.
But I digress…
I now stand directly in her line of vision, watching her as she takes in her surroundings. My hands tremble, my body ready to pounce, but all I can do is…wait.
"Come on Tanya," I internally beg. "Give me the motivation to start. Open up that big mouth of yours and fucking speak already."
Thank God my prayers were answered. Before my heart can beat any faster, I see her searching through every nook and cranny for her man. "Where the fuck is he, bitch?"
The venom in her eyes pooled out in buckets as she turned her angry face towards me.
She was expecting answers.
Too bad for her, her answers were at my disposal and in my eyes she deserved to stew in her doubts and uncertainty.
She was in no position to demand a damn thing…but I was.
"Tell me Miss Denali," I pushed off the opposite wall, "age 26, Russian descendant, born and raised in New York," taking a long pause, I let those statements hang in the air.
Tears leaked from her eyes now as her fear saturated the air. Her eyes followed my every move, flinching and withdrawing as I grew nearer.
The only noise heard in the room was the clatter of her teeth as she tried to keep her sobs at bay. I circled her once, inspecting and shaking my head with disgust at the low life she had become.
Such a shame.
I'm sure that before all the surgeries and drugs, she was once a beautiful woman. Tanya would have been the perfect model or actress with her looks and charisma. But instead of living the American dream, she became a greedy and selfish bitch.
Completely drunk off power.
From behind, I grabbed fistfuls of her hair with my hands. I wound her hair quite a few times before I yanked back…hard. The fake extension she sported, felt like over fried clumps, in my hands. To be quite honest, I was truly disgusted with having to place my skin on her persona.
She yelped out in pain, "s-stop…please stop," her stutters never deterred me; instead I pulled harder, leaving bald patches all over her scalp.
Leaning into her ear I continued with my revelations, not caring one bit for her discomfort.
"Graduated from Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan, but never entered or registered for college. Now why would a girl like 'you' not go to college?" My question didn't need an answer, she knew why and so did I.
"Hmm…could it be because her parents were too far in debt to pay for books and board?" She shook her head no, while trying to control her emotions.
I was actually pleased with her honesty.
"Or how about, because she fell in love with a boy and had planned to live the rest of her life by his side?" Again her head shook from side to side, indicating another 'no.'
Good girl.
It's really of no use to lie.
"Okay then, how about, because she was too busy sucking the cock of an older rich man. A man she met at the age of seventeen and who, at the time, was the head of the Irish Mob?" I paused for dramatic effect and watched as all the color drain from her face.
She became stoic.
I knew more about her than she probably knew about herself. Not needing her acknowledgement to my correct hypothesis, I continued...
"Do you know who I am or what I do? Or better yet, why I am here?" She shook her head and squeaked out a small "No."
Even better.
You could see her mind trying to rationalize why I knew so much. Why she was here and as much as her mind was telling her to demand answers, her instincts were going into effect.
Telling her to simply…run.
When death visited it never mattered what you did, so run or not…she was a dead woman.
Curiosity being the evil bitch that she is won. She should have listened to what her own psyche was screaming, but no, she wanted to be a brave lamb…
"Who are you?" she asked as her small voice carried throughout the room.
I almost said 'your worst nightmare punk, but decided to spare her the mind games.
"Who I am really doesn't matter Miss Denali," I stated while circling her weak form. I could see she was raging a war within herself over whether to fight or given in to flight, but my next confession took that option right out of the equation.
"You know what? I'm feeling mighty generous today, how about I give you a tiny hint of who I am..." she perked up at this. Ahh hope, another bitch rears her ugly head.
"Does the name Swan mean anything to you?" She swayed on her feet; she knew what being here, with one of us, meant.
She had been around long enough to be aware of…us.
"Miss Denali, you've been a real bad girl...you know what happens to those that let the money, power and greed go to their heads. Don't you?"
She shook her head from side to side while chanting ' no, no, no…oh God please, no' in between her sobs.
"Oh yes sweets, and sorry, God doesn't help low life bitches like you!" I snapped.
Her eyes became unfocused, her breathing harsh...her body lost equilibrium, as it prepared for shock to set in.
I needed to keep her focused and pain is a great way to do just that.
Cocking my entire arm back, I released all my frustrations and anger into the punch. It landed squarely on her aesthetically perfected nose. The crunch of bone and the gush of blood that followed made her scream.
"Motherfucker!" she howled in pain.
The force of my blow through her off balance, forcing her to land on her back, a position she was quite familiar with. The difference this time was in the 'thud' heard throughout the space as her head bounced off the concrete floor.
The floor was quickly puddled with the blood that came rushing from her new wound.
She clutched her head as the pain intensified, leaving her rendered useless.
Not that she had any use before.
Blood ran down her face and onto the disgusting pink scrap of material, she used as a shirt. She didn't know what to do or where to put pressure as both wounds ran open like a running faucet.
"Now that seemed to catch your attention. Stay focused on me. If I think for one minute that you're going to black out, I'll start cutting off fingers...comprende?" Her eyes locked with mine and never faltered again.
The rush I felt as she obeyed my commands set off the high which came with every kill.
Breathing deeply through my nose, I re-centered myself.
She was still trying to put pressure on her wounds when I suddenly swung my boot covered foot, connecting with her midsection. Continuously I rammed her ribs with brutal blows, enjoying the sickening sweet sound of breaking bone.
It was a beautiful symphony.
Cries of pain left her lips; leaving me with a satisfied smirk.
"Please...please stop. I...I c-can't take anymore." Her eyes shed tears that were a dime a dozen, but as she cried, all I saw behind her pain was the scared face of Gianna when she was brought home in my father's arms.
I continued to kick in her ribs until she choked and spit up a bit of blood.
I saw little Annabel, dirty and drenched in piss because this bitch thought the little angel wasn't worthy of human kindness...she deserved no leniency from me!
"Why should I? Huh? Why should I feel bad for your pain after all the damage you've done to innocent people?" I paced in front of her, trying not to let my own indignation and anger take hold. I could end her so easily, yet, what would she pay with that?
Nothing…that's what.
Yanking her off the floor by her overly fried hair, I ram my knee into her face, enjoying the painful cries and pleas she releases after each blow.
Her 'pleases' and groans never move me.
Occasionally, depending on the infraction I have a human moment. I know that in a way I'm playing God and handing out sentences, which are not mine to be given.
But then I remember all the victims I'm avenging and any reservation I might have vanishes.
But with her I feel...Nothing. At. All.
She tries to stand up from her fetal position. To do what, I'm not sure.
Getting quite bored with her lack of fight, I add a bit more injury to her broken state. Stabbing her right hand with the heel of my shoe, I twist and turn my foot, watching as the hole becomes bigger as her sweet, red blood pours out.
"Fuuuuuck…o my god please, please have mercy and stop!" She wails as I dig in a bit deeper. Pulling out, I admire my handy work and make a mental note to buy another pair of these shoes.
I had these shoes made especially for me in a small shop in Italy.
What would be the heel of my shoe is actually made of sharpened steel. Able to penetrate most materials and most importantly skin...
My heel slices right through her flesh like a hot blade through butter.
I could see the hole I made clearly. Her broken ligaments were pushed through the underside of her hand. Even if I let the bitch live, her hand would be useless and might as well be chopped off by the time she would be able to receive any help.
Her eyes were starting to roll back in her head as the pain became unbearable. Tanya whimpered and tried in vain to protect her injured hand. Too bad for her, nothing was going to save her now.
Swinging my leg back again I let lose and connected with her mouth, breaking two front teeth in the process. Gasping in pain, she reached up to assess the damage, catching her missing teeth before they hit the floor.
Blood poured from her mouth, choking her as she tried to beg for mercy. Tanya reached out towards me, planting her injured hand on my boot, hoping it would cease my attack.
Securing her 'holey' hand under my boot, I reached for a little surprise I had for her.
Earlier in the day I asked Jess to leave me some kind of alcohol near by. I just had this feeling that it would come in handy at some point.
Being the genius that she is, I was rewarded with a bottle of Bacardi 151 left for my enjoyment.
This stuff made grown men choke.
Grabbing the bottle off a table near by, I poured a generous amount into her wound. Slowly the liquid poured and filtered through, as her screams of bloody murder ran through the closed off space. I chuckled as she thrashed, only making it worse. The strain she put on herself caused the blood and alcohol to mix, creating a disgusting cocktail only a vampire would crave.
As I continued to pour another shot on her mangled hand as her eyes lock with mine.
Glaring at me, she let her Russian tongue go and called me every name in the book…
Unfazed, I threw my head back and let out a dark laugh. Was she really stupid enough to think throwing insults at me, at a time like this, was going to make her situation any better?
Perhaps it was the pain and duress she was under that made her think she actually had a chance to take the upper hand.
To think that there was a chance in hell that she would be walking out of here.
I guess I would just need to make myself clearer…
It was time for her to bow down and get what she deserved.
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