Thirsty

Alya climbed up the huge tree near the window, careful not to rustle leaves or twigs while she was at it. She was able to successfully enter without waking Jizelle up. She went straight in the shower, then which after she sat in her bed. Her vision was a lot clearer now but in it's stead she was experiencing a terrible headache that threatened to knock her down, well she thought, she was sick after all. Just as she was about to kiss the world good night she saw a covered plate near the door, she got up to get a clearer view. Alya knelt down to open the plate, right, the dinner. She took the food to her study table, she never realized how she was starving till she saw the meal her sister had slid under the door. She really should go thank her but she wasn't a grateful person, she told herself, and brushed her teeth for the last time and went to bed.

.....

Radica stopped at a certain apartment as she was going home. The blonde lied to her, she did know Marco infact, she's dating him yet she lied. And as Radica promised her earlier, she was gonna chop her like pork. Radica parked her car far away from the apartment and walked there, she sneaked in through the bedroom window.

Her victim was curled up in her bed lije a baby, so innocent, no.. so naive. As she approached the figure with the pocket knife she had, she across a picture frame. In it there was picture of Marco her victim, all that proved her theory was true.

"It's like a human telling lies to the devil." Radica whispered under her breath. She carried a chair to the bathroom and gathered some ropes, duct tape, and a bottle of chilled wine. Then finally she went to the "sleeping beauty" just as she stared into her face, she could only feel her fangs grow in thirst for blood. She caressed the girl's face gently, she shook awake.

"Shh," she placed her fingers on her lips as she warned. she had used her other hand to cover her mouth.

"What's your name," Radica asked but the girl was too frightened to talk so Radica continued. "Remember when I said if you lie I will chop you like pork? Yeah, you lied big time, I mean like, you challenged me. So, I will keep my promise and butcher you like a pig." Radica said in a surprisingly friendly tone.

"But I'm gonna gently take my hands off your mouth, we will go end our discussion in the bathroom. If you cooperate with me I won't hurt you, but if you make a single sound I'll cut off your tongue. Deal? blink twice if you understand."

Her eyes hurriedly blinked twice.

"Good girl," Radica said allowing the girl to walk to the bathroom. She stopped abruptly, "Go on," Radica whispered behind her ear.

"What are you going to do with me," she asked.

"Wow, you really ask the obvious, just sit or I'll have to do a messy job."

"Please," the girl stared to sob. "I know he's part of some gang, he's been gone for two days now, I swear that's all I know." She said and broke down in tears.

"I thought we agreed you won't make a sound," Radica said drawing the knife at her neck. Instantly she stopped crying. "Marco's chapter is long gone, I don't want to hear about him now." Radica led her to the chair, "Sit." She commanded. She then tied her victim with ropes and placed the duct tape on her mouth. Then she poured some of the wine into the glass and sat opposite her as she sipped the wine. She kept drinking as she watched the girl sib and try to say something through the tape. Radica took out her phone and started to watch comedies, she laughed heartily. After the suspense she stood over the girl and patted her head.

"Do you believe in heaven," she asked, there was no reply, not even a nod. Radica pulled her hair backwards, "Answer, my little piggy." The girl nodded.

"Well, you shouldn't because you'll never see it anyway." Radica brushed her neck setting aside all the strings of her hair from it and dipped her fangs in her neck. The blonde muffled a scream and tears started to stream down her cheeks. After sucking enough of what she needed, she washed down the blood with the remaining wine I. the bottle. "This is the life," Radica said under her breath.

Radica stared at the girl straight in the eyes. "Write your suicide letter and stab yourself to death." Then she loosened her and allowed the hypnotised blonde go in the living room. She carried her wine bottle as she monitored the girl, as expected the girl did exactly what she was told. Radica was finally filled and she was happy, at leastshe thought she was.

Just as she was about to leave she dropped her gloves in the furnace. She watched them burn, she was really good at this stuff. When she was leaving she met Noelle sitting at the window, she was shocked but didn't show it.

"I knew you were up to something," Noelle said.

Radica walked closer to her, "Don't blame me, I was really thirsty."

"It's not like you to forget your check." Noelle said taking the paper from her pocket, Radica opened her hands to receive it.

"Don't you think we'll need her sooner or later," Noelle asked walking around the apartment. Radica took her check from Noelle. "I guess not," she replied and headed for the window.

"You should be ashamed!" Noelle yelled.

"I'm shameless, Noelle." Radica replied calmly placing the empty bottle down.

"I'm disappointed in you, I seriously am."

Radica turned her face to the window and folded her hands, the cold breeze hit her hard, blowing her hair backwards.

"Good thing, I don't live to please you."

Radica sobbed and held the handkerchief to her face for a while, she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head to meet the person touching her, it was a guy who looked lie he was in his early twenties.

"It's gonna be alright," he said in a caring voice.

Radica clutched to the handkerchief and nodded, "It's just so hard to think that," Radica wiped the tears from her face, "that..." she said and buried her head in her palms again. "That life is so hard that a person would think about suicide and would kill herself so cruelly." Radica said turning her face from the camera and breaking down in tears again. "I'm sorry," she apologized getting up, "I just can't talk about this."

The reporter got up, Radica looked around her living room. There were six reporters from the press sitting in her living room, the camera had been set on her face waiting for her to explain all she knew about the late Carol Wittsford. She was Summer Wittsford's big sister. The world is a small place, who knew she had ever met her victim, and who knew the press would think she was a friend of hers.

The reporter nodded and instructed the photographer to stop. "We are very sorry for this unfortunate situation," he said. Radica pulled the robe over her chest since one of the press members eyes were lurking on her chest. She glared at him and he instantly turned his face away.

Another reporter stood up, "She's still fresh from the loss, she probably won't speak." The lady turned to her smiling, "We will leave now."

Radica clutched to her handkerchief, "okay," she said. "And," the guy who touched her earlier placed his hands on her shoulders again, "We're very sorry for your loss." Radica sighed and walked to the door, signaling them to hurry and leave.

Luckily they did few minutes later and Radica slammed the door behind them. "I should win the Oscars," she told herself recalling her top-notch acting. "All that artistic talent is making me thirsty," Radica said walking to her kitchen, she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Whiskey and another bottle of blood. She drank blood and Whiskey these days because Xavier always did it and it was an addictive drink. She mixed the two liquids in a glass and sipped it, and closed her eyes as she swallowed it. It tasted like hell... which was her heaven. The blood was intoxicating but there was nothing sweeter than blood leaking fresh from a screaming human neck, but this could do for now.

.....

Alya flinched when she felt someone tap her and her face didn't lighten up when she saw Noelle's face.

"What's wrong Alya?"

Alya placed her hands in her pockets. "Nothing," she said and walked away leaving Noelle standing by herself.

Noelle frowned when she saw Radica walk towards her. "The girl from last night was Carol Wittsford, who knew the world was so small?" Alya heard Noelle sigh. "In other words, you murdered Summer's sister."

"What you talking about? Carol committed suicide," Radica snapped.

"You mean that's what you made the Press think," Noelle replied.

Alya stopped and turned around to the two girls behind her. "What?" Radica asked and Alya shrugged. Noelle and Radica glanced at each other. "See, you talk too much." Radica said and walked away making sure she brushed shoulders with Alya as she passed. "What's your problem," Alya asked her.

"I don't have one," Radica replied.

"Then stop coming up at me freak." Alya said.

Radica shook her head, "Freak? I haven't done anything to you yet you call me freak... Why?" She asked, the last came out softly. She patted Alya's cheek and stared at her in the eye.

Alya pushed her hand from her face, "Don't touch me," she said looking away from her.

Noelle came forward, "Leave her alone Radica." Radica brushed her silver dyed had from her face and smile. "I'm not coming at you Alya, I haven't even started yet." She whispered and left her.

"Your friend is weird," Alya commented. "Weird? That's an understatement," Noelle replied. "I really wanna say you'll like her if you know her better but you won't."

Alya smiled, "Okay, well," she chuckled "thanks for the warning."

"So you still looking for that guild?"

"Yeah," Alya replied almost too fast. Noelle looked around as if she was looking for eavesdroppers and beckoned her to come near. Alya reluctantly showed her ear and Noelle whispered in it.

...

The Master walked out of the dungeon muttering something incoherent. He paced up the stairs furiously, his guesses were correct, Why was he surprised? His instincts were always right. Queen Bee was the one that forged the fake Mackay Crescent, knowing exactly that everyone thought it was the symbol of "The Den". And if anyone would have been found by the police, the idiots were surely going to conclude that it was The Den's doing. Stefan was a little hard to talk, Zillah's (Queen Bee) men were getting tougher by the minute.

He stopped at the balcony and looked around the pool, he saw Iris and Elena eating cotton candy. 'Out of all the foods they could eat, cotton candy, seriously?' The girls kept giggling and chatting. Iris might have felt his presence because she lifted up her head and met his eyes, she almost shrieked. His face had a sworn dark expression and Iris put her face down in guilt like a child caught stealing. He should forgive her he thought and kept walking. He stopped after four loud steps and looked back downstairs. The two girls were the only ones sitting by the pool. He frowned, Queen Bee's men were getting tougher by the minute and here was his members, eating cotton candy.

"Iris, Elena, aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?" Xavier voice echoed sending Elena's eyes straight to the balcony.

"We decided to take a break from—" Iris pursed her lips when she finally pulled the courage to look back in Xavier's eyes. She stopped abruptly and Elena tapped her shoulders. Highly sensitive ears enabled him to hear that the next thing she spoke was a whisper that they should get going. His eyes trailed behind them till he was sure they went to go train.

He went to his room and examined himself in the mirror, blood had stained his white shirt, Stefan's blood. If only Stefan had chosen the easy way, anyway he also enjoyed the hard way. He took off his shirt before he noticed the familiar figure on his bed, curled up in his covers and watching him. He could see clearly in the dark and didn't need to turn on the lights to growl out her name.

"Kheela," he said waiting for a good reason to not drag her out. Kheela in this case was supposed to be his 378th vampire girlfriend (after Allison his only true girlfriend). "Kheela!" He yelled out her name again, she was the one girlfriend who wouldn't give him peace. This wasn't the first time that figure was curled up in his king size bed.

"What are you doing here?" He forced himself to remain calm as he walked to his closet.

He didn't like her at all. His family had chosen her instead of Allison. They chose Princess Kheela Lee over Allison but he didn't. He stood for a while, he imagined if Allison was still gonna be alive and Alya too. Were they even gonna get along?

"What am I doing here?" Kheela repeated. Xavier didn't even care of what he picked to wear, he just walked outside holding the shirt in his hands.

"That shouldn't be a question," she said walking to him.

He closed his eyes hoping she would be gone when he opened them. He had to deal with Zillah, a way more important matter than her pestering him. Kheela is a princess from Clan Lee, a clan that partnered with the Mackays and as they all expected, she would be his bride but inwardly they all knew he was not going to do it. She was standing opposite him now.

"It's late," he said before remembering she was a vampire and was supposed to be up.

"Man, why you so stuck up," Kheela said and tiptoed to kiss his cheek, "I missed you."

"Has anyone told you that you look pathetic like this?"

"Tell me Xavier, tell me just how pathetic I look." She said as she caressed his face.

As if it moved him, Allison was one girl he actually cared about and even her couldn't move him. He held Kheela shoulders and lifted her up so they could be eye to eye. "Go home kheela or I'll take you out myself."

"I'm not scared of you," Kheela replied. Xavier left her shoulders and she fell. He wore his shirt and asked, "How did you even get in here?"

Kheela was too busy rubbing her head to answer him. He held her hand and started to drag her her out. She started screaming and kicking but Xavier kept his firm hold as he pulled her out, erasing all thoughts that she was a princess of Clan Lee. He had warned her, she should have listened. He slammed the door as he left her outside his room. She started yelling at him, "You arrogant pervert!"

He wore air pods hoping it would cut out the noise but he could still hear her asking for clothes. "Oh yeah," he thought, "She's still in her underwear." He looked at his bed, her clothes were still in there. He opened the door and threw them at her.

She kept punching the door and yelling. Next he heard gunshots, she was shooting down his door. "Good luck with that!" He yelled, annoyed. He kept hearing her screams. She was yelling about something like she was a princess and didn't deserve to be disrespected. The voice kept growing faint, it was quite obvious that she was being dragged out again.

Xavier came outside of his room and placed his hands on the railings watching his guards carry her out, still in her underwear. Her father will be so mad he thought before he stared heading for the dungeons. The stairs led him down the dark rooms filled with scent of blood and gunpowder, he loved the scent.

He walked in the room that had Stefan chained on his hands and legs. He went unconscious again, he was slipping in and out of consciousness during the torture. He was obviously not trained to endure pain. A real vampire, a trained one would have endured it and won't give up. Distant footsteps were heard and it got louder by the minute. Xavier knew instantly who it was as she walked downstairs. Radica gasped and went over to the lifeless looking body in the middle of the room. She examined his body, he had numerous scars on his chest and a knife was still pinned in his stomach. His blood was dripping from his hands and there was a slash on his shoulder.

"And here I was thinking I was a psychopathic freak," she said.

Xavier glanced at his second in command. She had learned a lot over the years and he was the one who trained her. In conclusion he created her and she was a replica of him, a heartless monster. She looked at him expecting a comment and he knew it but kept silent.

"You know," she continued, "It is so sad because he looked interesting."

He left her standing as he headed back up the stairs.

"You just gonna leave me hanging?" She asked walking behind him.

"Tell team A to meet me in the garage fully equipped," he said before he kept walking.

"So it was Queen Bee," she asked still following him foot to foot.

"You'll find out," he replied.

...

Alya was in an all over black suit that she topped with a black hat. She was walking in the garden of the The Den. Who would think a well-known gang would have a rose garden for decor. And to top it up there were no surveillance cameras. Infact no guards at all, all she could was giggling from inside. It seemed more like a spa than a gang hideout. Yet she still stuck her back to the wall as she walked. She still took precautions even if she couldn't see any reason to. She followed her instincts and they were telling her that she was doing something completely senseless, but she should keep going. She kept walking till she reached on a large field. There were all kinds of expensive vehicles on the widespread grass. The cars were all black, the only thing about the "parking lot" she found was that there were no light bulbs or any source of light whatsoever. She could barely see but she kept walking into the parking lot. As she got closer she could see a car with two guys in it. She strained her eyes to see better. The only thing that was providing light outside The Den was the moon. But in the parking lot, there was a shed and it blocked the moonlight from shining on the cars. She tried to recognize the faces. The other guy was in the driver's seat and the other was.... Shit the other guy was staring right at her face, no in her eyes. She was busted.