Her eyes... The eyes haunt me day and night, minute by the hour. My enemy, everything inside of me hates her. She is all I think about, all I dream about, all I crave for.

"what are you doing here?" she asked me coldly through her golden laced mask. I couldn't help but smirk down at her. "I had to come and thank a particular person for the gift they left in my apartment." Her scowl turned into a sinister smirk making me scoff. "What can I say I have a natural talent for art." I looked at her with utter disbelief. Although I admire her bravery no person would ever do something of such to me.. "art? You destroyed my apartment I had to get everything replaced!" I exaggerated dryly glaring daggers at her. "Correction! I only made it better! The place was only begging me to give it a much-needed upgrade." Waving her finger at me giggling only making me clench my jaw.

"I hope you are ready to die tonight Sparrow," I whispered through his gritted teeth. Her crimson-hot dark blood is all I can wish for right now.

I can't wait to taste it.

"nearly as ready as I am to kill you," She mocked pressing her chest against me... I looked down at her my eyes darkening as they lingered over her beauty. Her dress was bright red the colour of blood fitting her perfectly like a glass. It showed off her natural curves what I know many woman dream for. She by far was the most gorgeous woman in this room. All the other woman covered themselves with masks of insecurities.

I narrowed my eyes at the stupid young boys who were staring at her and the next thing I knew what I was doing. I was wrapping my arm around her small waist.

"Woah buddy what are you doing," she yelled over the music trying to get away from me by pushing me away. I smirked evilly as her effort were pointless and only tightened my grip much to her dismay. "Never danced before princess? I must say that surprises me after living a life such as this with golden platters being served to you." She clenched her jaw clicking her tongue and then put her hands on my chest. "just you wait Blaze... I can't wait to slice your neck." She whispered lowly squeezing my hand. I couldn't help but smile at her. Her efforts were pointless and I couldn't help myself but think they were cute.

They call me a psychopath for a reason.

"Oh, I can't say that I can wait for you princess. But for now, I think I will just enjoy you in this red dress. Did you choose it for me?" my voice was tinted with amusement. She averted her eyes and I took the moment to start moving the soft music.

"You think I got dressed up for you?" she spat with disbelief laughing... "Honey! If I was dressing up for you, you would be expecting me in a rubbish bag. I have no care in the world for you"

I rolled my eyes while tightening my arm around her.

It was hard to remember the little girl when she was the woman she was before me. Everyone was oblivious about it but she no longer was naïve or weak. She was a fierce woman made for this world. She was made to be a leader. I did not doubt in my mind that if she could she would probably lead the mafia better than any of these ridiculous males can.

Unfortunately for her, I plan on killing her soon. It was fun I admit playing games with her but I had a vengeance what needed to be done.

Because of her, I am like this...

Because of her, my mother is dead...

Because of her my family was murdered...

Because of her, I am a monster...

Because of her blood.

I narrowed my eyes as she to stare at me. It was not with hate or anguish, it was something I had not seen before. I found myself pulling her closer to me. How could something feel so right and wrong? Her skin was so soft and her small frame fitted perfectly like a missing piece in my arms. Her eyes never left mine as she moved closer to me closing the gap between us.

In my arms, my heart was filled with warmth. A feeling I so long ago have forgotten what it felt like. She was my enemy but she was also still in some ways the little girl who I once couldn't kill. Her eyes bewitched me pulling me impossibly closer to her smothering aura. I was confused to this odd feeling but something in me just couldn't let her go

Her eyes drifted to my lips as she bit down on her beautiful rose plump lips. Daring me almost just for a taste. What was she playing? What was she doing? What is happening to me? I tightened my grip around her as my heart started to beat rapidly out of my chest.

Again, her torturous eyes looked once again at my lips like she was under the same spell. I lifted her chin waiting for something to stop me. Or for her to something or for a sign to break me out of this spell. But I was completely compelled into her golden-brown eyes. The more I leaned down. The more her eyes lured me in. The more I focused on her the more I wondered what her lips what tasted like.

My thumb caressed her soft cheek as looked down at her rose plump lips. Her eyes practically glowing unknowingly begging me.

But I couldn't do this... I can't... I screamed at myself, shouting and yelling for me to stop. And If not for the music stopping I am sure that I would have done It... I would have done the thing that would have killed me.

No matter what I can't let myself become the young ten-year-old boy who couldn't kill the little girl. I can't let myself become weak again. I need to make sure I do the job that I once couldn't.

I looked behind me and saw her looking away from me with the same confusion as myself. With one final glance, I didn't take another moment until I left without a trace.

Until next time, see you soon Sparrow.

Tainted hands

"What happened man? I thought tonight was the night?" I stormed pass him and opened a whiskey jar. "Is there something you want?" I snapped at everyone who was staring at me like I was ticking time bomb. "Why are you here?" I asked Chloe glaring at her. Her cheeks blushed and she looked away before taking a deep breath

"I heard from Madeline you had a certain Garcia daughter problem, and I want to help you kill her." I scoffed loudly and ignored her annoying pout. "Dear Chloe if I recall the last time I sent you on a mission. You caused an entire legal mess for yourself making you go into hiding." She hummed and walked over to me looking at me with daring eyes.

"I-I know... But I just want to find a way to help you... To repay you." She whispered seductively running her hand up my arm. Simon and Cole looked unimpressed and moved somewhere else into another. I narrowed my eyes at Madeline who ran out of the room frantically. I moved her hands away from me and took a sip of my whiskey.

"Is there a real reason you are here Chloe? If I recall correctly you still have the FBI looking for you?" Her lips tilted up making me scowl at her. "What can I say? I guess I just missed you, after all, it was you who helped me get away." She smiled warmly before she continued. "I think it was only right for me to come back and find a way to repay you." She stated.

I looked down at her sharing no emotion but desire. She stared at me mischievously and bit her lip seductively. "I wonder how I will ever repay you." The game she was playing was too familiar for me. But shameless enough I needed the distraction and she knew that all I do is 'fun'. Not wasting a second I grabbed her waist harshly making her giggle.

"I missed our fun Domi-." Suddenly the whole air shifted and the monster what was deep inside of me was reawakened. I flipped her on the counter holding her neck harshly. "Don't you dare fucking call me that." Her eyes widened in fear trying to desperately get out of my grip.

But it was no use.

"I-I am sorry Blaze I d-didn't mean too." I let her go and walked away not looking at her. I needed to calm down before I did something that I may not regret. But I could already hear the lectures what Cole and Simon. "Get out of my sight."

"What? C'mon Blaze, it was just a slip of the tongue. Let's not let that wreck our night." She left a trail kisses but I pushed her away before she lay another. "I said get. Out. Of. My. sight." I gritted through my teeth.

Her eyes widened in realization. She saw the monster was here. she knew she was seconds away from sudden death. She knew the danger. Her blue eyes were now filled with fearful tears and she was about to say something. But I raised my hand cutting her off.

"Consider this a warning Chloe. You know what that name means and does to me. So, unless you want a most painful death I would suggest you forget that name exists." I didn't spare a second glance at her as she pathetically ran out of my room with ugly tears streaming.

I do wish she shut her mouth. It was always her biggest flaw about her. She was always pretty on the eye and good in my bed but when she talked it was the opposite story. I had no interest in hearing about her aspirations in shoe shopping and clothes. She was a girl who only cared about labels and money.

I took a mighty gulp of the whiskey scowling as the haunted thought revisits my brain. Why can't she leave me alone? Why is she always stuck in my head? why?