The Ambush

Incense of night hides in it's darkness. Darkness that plays safe harbor to demons and monsters. It's veil engulfs those who can only be their true self in the dark. Dark which shrouds evil, hatred, and pain from the rest of the world, preventing them to reach the frail and sensitive, do they could sleep well without nightmares. Beauty of the night is only meant to be attained and endeavored by the brave, the monsters or the lifeless souls.

Tonight was no different, monsters traveled the grounds while angles slept. Pitch black, no moon and the light of those flimsy teeny-tiny stars never reached the grounds or was never enough to fan away the dark gloom. No hope was meant to reach the eyes searching for it. Today was the perfect night for POISON to spread penury.

Around 1 at night, five assassins strolled precautiously - the most secure place in Alasa - Oscar's estate. Dressed in all black with the word POISON embedded into it in white. They were the minors of Satan, the bringers of death and misery. Yet this time they had a different motive.

A child's play it, felt entering Oscar's mansion, from now onwards the real game begins. Driveway was lined up with Cherry trees on both sides. With these many trees is was certain to have a variety of annoying pests and bugs buzzing in the vicinity. The bugs which buzzed here there were Oscar's personal patrol guards, who if stung would cause too much of pain and irritation. It was like Oscar had opened a sanctuary to pests and bugs for them to be buzzing in the vicinity and also inside of the mansion. Ancient Elizabeth street lamps shredded enough light to illuminate the whole driveway. To ensure their safety they had to make sure, the rest of these guards was undisturbed forever.

The five of them were secure, hidden in trees by branches and leaves. Shooting at fixed intervals, whenever a guard entered the dark zone left illuminated by the lamps. Ten bodies laid motionless within a minute, blood ruining the perfectly tailored suits.

They crept into the compound, this time choosing silhouette of the mansion as their refuge. The landscape would have been beautiful lit under the streaks of light but in the dark, it played ghastly games to the eyes of normal beings. Shadows of trees were a perfect cover for them. Guards patrolled surrounding of the mansion. Silent air void of any footsteps or anyone's breathes, held the splash of water from the fountain as music to ears. They killed anyone who passed them through the dark. Guards were either being shot or the cold blade of their knives found pleasure in being sprayed with the warm blood oozing from their neck.

Protectors were no longer protected. With all adversaries dead next phase was taken into action. Lily- an assassin - hacked into the security system with ease. Cameras, alarm systems any type of security device was dormant for the next ten minutes. From now onwards they had to complete the mission and get out in ten minutes before the security system sets back alright.

All the five were standing right at the porch, their M1911 pistol stationed defensively in their hands. To be true, the mission so far went smooth, well too smooth to be true. Their subconscious self lingered at the thought. Time was ticking and they had to move, complete the mission and vanish as if nothing happened. Doesn't looks easy, right, but felt like one. So far, so good.

"Head in, I will provide cover," Lily whispered turning her back at them, to provide security from the unknown. Such times felt so ironical when the unknown itself was defending against the unknown.

Rest of them fidgeted with the doorknob,'click'. The door wasn't locked. Something surely was off. Why would someone keep their door unlocked in the middle of the night when they were so worried about their safety. Maybe they relied too much on the security team. Still, the opened door was a simple indication to their not so well being. Door pushed. It breaks open. Lights are off. Room in is it too dark, to even consider stepping in. For these people, they had befriended darkness to the extent for it being a part of them.

They move in, creating little sound as they are able to see. One, two, three, four in, with Lily out. They move further in. Through the outlines of furniture, they could make out, on their left must be the parlor and to their right a bar or something like that. Clearly, there was no guard, no one that they could see but their senses said otherwise. They scattered across the left side of the room to search the vicinity for any looming danger.

They heard someone descending the staircase. Moving their gaze towards the source of the sound they tightened the grip on their revolvers. Two of them moved silently - guns held high - to welcome the newcomer.

"Oh, are you searching for someone gentlemen, " he spoke. Pin drop silence. "I am really sorry to disturb you in your search, but I am sure I can help you with it." No one moved or spoke. They tried to recede, to blend in the surrounding even holding their breath, but to no avail. They felt a barrel each, pressed against their head. Lights flickered on. Painfull light entered their eyes.

A man of something around 20 to 22 years of age, standing tall with around 6 feet 2 inches of height. "What you have been searching here? Is it me? " his voice once again reached their ears and this time he was standing right there in all his glory. His hands stretched out in opposite directions. Well if it was yo be anyone, else, they would have looked hilarious, holding such position and wearing pajamas, printed t-shirt, and white, fluffy bathroom slippers. He folded his hands in front of his chest. Should be funny, it wasn't.

At the current state, assassins were helplessly surrounded by enemies. There were almost 20 guards in that large guest room. Showing hostility to their guest and the host smirking at their faces. Host - their target, target - their host. The target which, was to be abducted for headquarters. Here tables have turned, they were captive and he standing tall, all free.

He sat there on the couch, his right leg stationed on his left one and arms stretched either side resting at the backrest of the sofa. He held an aura of regal. Inviting them to his empire. Where he ruled.

His demeanor attracting the attention of each eye. A wide, welcoming yet mischievous grin adorned his face. Such a gentlemanly, charming face held the most beautiful shade of green eyes. Eyes which if implant their essence in you will conquer you for the whole of your life. Those eyes depicted nothing - neutral - watching each of their moments and enjoying this show of their life hanging off a thread and him having all the power in the world to let loose of that thread. 

This was his world. He ruled it.

The king Draven Alessandro Oscar.

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Draven's POV

Tonight his plan begins. Revenge that he has been planning for the last 10 years, will take its toll from today onwards. What did they even think of themselves - invincible??? - breaking into his mansion. Must have thought of themselves as heavenly to reach in till here without a drop of blood oozing, unaware that each step if theirs was preplanned. Idiots dropped to there death ground. They will be dead.

Man closest to the sofa whispered in his earpiece," Lily we have been found. There are almost 30 men in the living room. We need back up quickly." He had shoulder lengthed hair, which he thought could hide the earpiece. This crackpot wasn't aware of his whispers being audible to him.

"1,2,3,4, "Draven counted, glancing at each one of them. He started the 4th assassin, straight in the eye. No reaction, this was not expected and that too from a girl around his age. He wanted shock and submission registered in those eyes. " Where is the 5th one? Did you fools lose her? Where is she?" He turned the glare towards his guards, a ting of mockery adding to his tone.

Click, clack, click, clack

All of them turned to the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor. Their heads turned up to see the door opened and Lily walking through it up to them. She walked past them standing in front of Draven.

"Just where you wanted me to be, " Lily bowed and stood beside the sofa. A wide contagious grin crossed Draven's face looking up at the assassins expressions. Those 3 faces shocked to see Lily by her side we're deciding on which expression to stay put with. They settled on a mixture of shock and realization. He narrowed his eyes when 'she' was simply looking back at Lily. What was with her wasn't she shocked, irate rather than being eagle-eyed, observing Lily.

"Lily, what are you doing there by his side? What are you talking about?", gasped the lofty guy. Draven shifted his attention to him. He had expected this. Another uproar started.

"Lily are you backstabbing us?", e brute cried out.

"Do you even realize what you are doing you, backstabbing bitch!?", shouted the man with shoulder lengthed hair.

No reaction from 'her'.

"You are gonna pay for betraying, bitch. Boss will get hold off you."

"Start praying for your death, because if we get out of here alive you go through hellish torture."

'She' grimaced a bit.

Their shock seemed to morph into anger. Voices turned from low growls to loud shouts. This satisfied him. They were to be silenced with their voices moving past the designated limit.

"Sir, may I?", whispered Lily.

Draven nodded.

"Shhh! keep it down guys, Lily has something for you." Draven commanded. Lily made her way to the front, stopping at the center made of them.

They saw the change. From the submissive girl who bowed to her master to a girl ready to rip their heads off.

A girl they believed with their lives to a girl ready for the kill.

She wasn't wearing her black leather jacket with 'POISON' embedded in white. She wore the same tailored suit and black pencil skirt instead if pants as everyone if Draven's guards with black stilettoes. From an assassin, she changed to one of 'them'.

Changed into one of his many dogs, meant to bite or wag their tails once ordered to.

Simply Draven's pet.

Lily faced them, he couldn't see her face but her body shivered, he knew her face to be confirmed with anger, her eyes blazed fire. "Dare you to talk to me of trust, " her voice cracked. He knew what tormented her, the reason behind it. He knew her eyes were brimming with tears, yet none would stray. She was strong.

What do you know of trust, you unfilial filth's, " her voice venomous, her face several shades of red, anger reflecting in each and every movement of hers, "Morons, you bastards how can you forget what betrayal is, so easily, after you betrayed me." If looks could kill he was sure those 3 would be riled with deep plunges of her eyes holding daggers. Those 3 would be dead, they were to be dead. That 'girl' was dragged in the death game for no reason. Well, no reason enough for Lily to kill her. Enough from the blood-covered hands of 'her', enough to be a part of POISON, more than enough for her to be a part of his attackers.

"Remember how you left me to the mercy of those monsters. How they tried to tear me apart just to soothe their lust." Her voice no more audible than a whisper, " they tried to claw me open, rip me piece by piece..." her voice wavered. She drew in a long breath...breath hitched in...she coughed. Something was clogged in her windpipe, words she wished to speak, memories trying to force their way out. To force open the sealed shut corner of the brain, to show their pain, their marks. No words came out, there was no need to, everyone required in the audience knew every part. Words that were meant only for their ears, words those also hid the whole truth. Truth where he became her knight in shiny armor and her a damsel in distress.

He had was there to save her that night, when her cries we're tearing apart the chill air reaching up to his ears. And him reaching to her where she was almost raped and those cowards nowhere in sight. Greedy men who for their cheap lives to be spared traded with her body.

He knew she let a tear slip. Her head hanging low. She was strong, still tried to be that damsel in distress to be saved by her knight in shining armor. While life didn't always follow the same path.

"Leaving me in their hands. Did you think I forgave you when I joined you a month after in POISON?, " she picked her head up, " Yes, I forgive you, " Lily held her gun at that brute's head. He went pale, eyes popping out, he gulped, his lips quivering. That 'long hair' and 'lofty' both wearing the same expressions.

"Lily I am really sorry it wasn't my idea to leave you, I...I..I even tried to help you, but these two held me back."

"You fucking liar it was us who tried to help her. Lily... Lily don't listen to him it was me who went back, but you were not there."

"No Lily, remember we are best friends. I will do anything for you. Ki..kill them but spare my life. I will serve you for the rest of life. Please leave me."

Draven held back his laughter with some efforts.  Their faces, their pleadings for life, oh,  they would prove to be the best court jesters. What were they expecting of this friendly reunion of their's other than death. Well,  for the records they were not even expecting their ambush to turn to this chain of events. They were hilarious, maybe he could keep them to entertain him. Na, Lily wanted her revenge,  she would get one. The turn of events were back on track, only barrier in his plan was turning out to be 'this girl' who wouldn't budge to fit in with these nincompoops. What is with her, ain't she sad,  angry on hearing Lily's monologue. Ain't she worried off her safety.  Ain't she afraid to lose her life. And why ain't she even looking at the danger looming over her head.

All this while  long either she has been eyeing the surroundings finding a escape route - getting none - or staring back at him. Her eyes bored into him.  Those light chocolate brown eyes,  eyes that were meant to provide warmth and comfort.  Providing none, they were icy cold.  Could turn a happy living man into a dead corpse. But to him they provided familiarity with death shimmering upto the edges.  Those eyes were beautiful, piercing straight into him making him uncomfortable. They reached deep into him. He had to look away, this was his limit.  Yet he found himself rooted deep into that brown soil.

"Remember this, my name is Lilith." BANG----THUD!. Changed. Draven was pulled out of his trance. That 'brute' was lying dead with a bullet lodged in his forehead slightly to the right. BANG, BANG--------THUD!! THUD!!! Next that 'long hair' accompanied by 'lofty'. Lilith spit on them, cursing them. She motioned the guards forward with a flick of her hands, "Dispose them." Bodies were dragged off, leaving a trail of blood behind. To the remaining guards left she motioned them to retire to their beds. Guards glanced at Draven asking for permission while he nodded them so. He knew this was foolish but Lilith had to learn her lesson, being cocky and undermining your opponent always takes you down.

Lilith now eyed the 'girl', mock satisfaction mapped her features. " I am sorry N to drag you in all of this but boss insisted you to be a part of this," Lilith was floating in her bubble of happiness, gun raised at N's head, "No personal feelings involved baby girl, just your bad day. "

It felt like hours had passed away and when her fingers transitioned themselves at the trigger time started moving fast, unbelievably fast. His brain running in circles, time slipping away like sand, she could be dead at any moment. Now, a second later or even a Nano second later. Her eyes darted to the open, unguarded door then back at the funnel. Next everything was blur. N's right hand gripped Lilith's right wrist moving swiftly as the wind, her back facing Lilith's face and her hand held the gun. N jabbed her with her elbow smacking her down and down went the gun with a clatter. She sprinted for the door.

All in matter of a second she was off towards her freedom and Lilith still was on the ground cupping her nose, wincing in pain and nursing her shattered overconfidence. Right on the cue Robert and two other guards flanking at his steps blocking her path. She receds. Each step she took back mirroring the grace of a wild cat before attacking it's prey. Out of nowhere Lilith tugged at her right leg forcefully, pulling her down headfirst, while she scrambled back at her feet. Ouch! that must have hurt. Well, why should he care, stupid subconsciousness.

In the next instant Lilith was on top of 'N', the dagger Draven gifted her held, dangerously close to that illogical girl's daring and stubborn eyes. She stared at Lilith, as if teasing her to come on - show - some - guts. Poking death in the butt to infuriate it further towards ones own demise. Or was she unbothered of the ghost of threat straddling over her. But still she could die. She has to die. Does she have to ---- die???

Nearer the dagger went to piercing her heart, faster his heartbeat. This beating of heart, this anxiety, him panicking was lien to him. He couldn't count the days when he last panicked and those memories were unbidden, disturbing his equilibrium. Something has to change, she has to stop. Why is N at peace - ugggh - this girl.

Lower... Dhak-dhak... Lower... Dhak-dhak.... Lower

Lilith is wrenched off, by her collar. Skidding with force she hits the bar, wine and beer bottles toppling on her head. Breaking at the impact of glass against skull. Streams of blood emerge from the deep crater of blood, coloring the facial topography to red. Drip by drip blood falls off the eyelashes, her eyes wide open in disbelief. Disbelief of his knight in shining armor helping a 'no one'. She was hurt both physically and mentally but he wasn't sure if she wasn't struggling to identify the right source of pain. Her fist tightened against the blood red dagger. His gifted dagger was not to quench it's thirst with N's - why? He had no idea of- blood. Draven could not help being unvothered off the blood he was the cause of, but his anger deepend on seeing that blood splattered dagger, she was the cause of.

Draven looked down at her. Thank goodness she is alive. He did not realize he was holding his breath until he inhaled in a deep breath. N's eyes were clenched close, teeth's gritting. A deep cut lining her left forearm. Her right hand fruitlessly trying to stop the bleeding. Slowly he bend down, fingers keeled towards the wound. His fingers soaked in slick blood. He felt sick rubbing the blood between his fingers. As if he was afraid of blood. Ironically when a lion is afraid to hunt. This lion was afraid to hunt this particular feline. A wet hand smacked away his fingers. Those eyes were open now, face scrunched din disgust. She was disgusted by him.

His touch.

In an instant, she was suspended in the air with her shirt clenched in Draven's fist. He slams her against the wall. Her head bangs against it with a thud. Air heaves out of his lungs. Her expressions change faster from shock to pain than a chameleon changing its colors. He gripped her neck, tightening it. He demanded her to feel fear towards him. Fear from each ounce of his being. He will make sure she feared him. He could feel his grip tightening against the silky smooth skin of her neck. How would it feel to you..... Na! Stop, concentrate.

Her eyes were filled with tears. Her fingers clawing at his hands. Deep, her fingers clawing deep into him. Her dangling leg lands a blow at his abdomen. He staggers but doesn't loosen his grip. That blow was strong. Everything is practiced, repeated many times. What has she been through? Her showing no him of fear only and only pain. "You will die," Draven whispered sinisterly inner ears.

His voice creeped into her. Draven tightened his grip squeezing slightest of air from her. Her hands and legs thrashing, had nails scratched his face and neck red. Her face red from lack of oxygen. Her eyes went wider than the sockets could accommodate. And in those eyes, he saw himself. Face red from scratches, breathing heavily. Eyes blazing with fire. Hatred, mystery and his hormones adding fuel to it. Hands stretched outwards, veins clearly visible. Image of a demon. Her eyes rolled in. With a thud, her body sprawled to the ground. Blood emotion had almost stopped, deep crimson marks adorned her stationary neck. She lay their as depiction of POISON. It was reduced to nothing. This was what he wanted but now something continuously nagged at a corner of his brain.

Even at the climax, she transmitted no fear towards him, only leaving a deed unione screwed her features to fear.

He picked her up and moved away.