Chapter 12: Blood Thirst

Livia

I scrunched my nose in disgust, watching the disheveled man stumbling over his feet. I could smell the alcohol emitting from him. Another victim turns to alcohol to solve their problems.

Something I knew all too well.

I sigh, looking up at the sky. "You are drunk. Please leave my way before I make you regret laying your bloodshot eyes on me."

A shabby-looking guy circled me. "Ooh, this one has a smart mouth. I think we will have fun taming her," he smirked.

I really don't want to resort to violence tonight. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to mind what doesn't concern you?"

"You should watch your mouth, girly. Girls with attitude are the ones I have the most fun putting in their place." This guy was above average height, with piercings and tattoos, tossed his cigarette out of his mouth, and stood toe to toe with me.

Unlike the other two, he didn't seem as drunk. Besides the cigarette between his lips and the two lightweights next to him, he would be my type. Something about a man who knows how to wear tattoos and piercings does something to me. Sadly, he is one of those men suffering from a masculinity crisis. How unfortunate!

"Touch me, and you will wish you hadn't." this was my final warning.

He attempted to grab me but immediately regretted it after I gave him a quick jab to the face. "AAAA! SHIT! THIS LITTLE BITCH BROKE MY NOSE!!" He yelled, stumbling back in pain.

I laughed, seeing the blood ooze between his fingertips. The thirst for blood has been building up for weeks, and it seems tonight that hunger will be quenched. "Aww, did I hurt the little macho man? Hmmm, I'm sorry, but not really." Again, I laughed, returning the mocking look he gave me as he withered on the ground holding his bloody nose. Then, out of nowhere, I was pinned to the wall. I rolled my eyes. "Last chance. Walk away or die."

A slap was plated across my face. "Who are you to warn us? Do you see the position you are in? You are outnumbered and out strengthened."

I chuckled and blew my hair out of my face. "You have no idea who you are fucking with, I warned you all, but none of you listened. For every action, there is a reaction."

The same guy was about to slap me again. "Shane, that's enough, don't damage her too much. After we taste her, we can profit from her as one of our pleasure girls."

I made a mental note to have Asa pull their information after giving these disgusting people the punishment they deserve.

"Who's tasting her first?" Shane asked disgustingly. "Boston, you want to go first?"

Boston snapped his nose back in place. "Damn, that hurt. I must admit you have one hell of a punch, girly." He chuckled. "But Jerome, you go first. I'm afraid nothing would be left to enjoy after I'm through with her. So make sure to get her good."

Jerome smirked. "A hot piece of ass like this, I will make sure to give her a night she will never forget."

Shane steps to the side. "Don't have too much fun; leave some for us."

Disgustingly licking his lips, "She looks so delicious I can't make any promises." he stood between my legs, pressing himself against me. "We are going to have so much fun, my beauty."

"Why do you idiots never take the warning?" I cocked my head back and brought it forward with brute force. "Two for three. Shane, you want to join the busted nose community?" He rushed me, the impact knocking the wind out of me.

"You little bitch I'm going to kill you." He wrapped his hands around my neck. A burning sensation ignited from the center of my chest and traveled up my throat. My eyes started to feel heavy, and my mind was foggy.

"Escape. What are you waiting for? There is always a way, think Livia. WAKE UP!"

"Yes, Master J."

Adrenaline coursed through my body. I put all my strength into bringing my knees to my chest and abruptly dropping them to the ground, breaking myself free of Shane's grasp. I coughed, trying to take in as much oxygen as possible before quickly giving him a roundhouse kick to the chest, knocking the wind out of him to return the favor.

Stumbling to my feet, "All I wanted was a peaceful walk to prepare for a shitty day I will have tomorrow, and then you motherfuckers just had to ruin my night." I grabbed my gun and aimed it at them. "Now, what should I do with you?"

Jerome threw his hands up. "Don't shoot, don't shoot."

"Look how fast your demeanor changed. I thought you were going to show me an unforgettable night."

"I didn't mean it. Just let us go, and we promise to never do anything like this again." Jerome pleaded.

I patted the gun barrel on my cheek. "If I let you go, do you promise never to victimize another woman?" he shook his head vigorously. "Sadly, I don't believe you." And shot him in the leg. His buddies stood in fear as he screamed, withering on the ground in pain. "Aww, are you okay?" watching him cry like the little bitch he is was comical.

Shane finally caught his breath and tried to get up. I kicked his arm from under him and watched as he fell back down with a low grunt. "I didn't say you could get up. I warned you, didn't I? I told you to walk away, but you assholes didn't listen. So now, it's time for your punishments. Don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy it."

I took a knife out of my boot, taunting him. "Please don't." he cried out.

I cut him across his face. "No, no, no, you don't get to beg and plea. Don't you enjoy taking from the weak? You ruined your life, but you don't want to die, so instead, you create misery to accompany your own."

"No, you have it all wrong." 

Unfazed. "I don't think I do. How many lives have you destroyed?"

He cried hysterically. "I promise if you let us go, we will never hurt a soul again."

"Liar."

"No, I swear." at this point, snot was dripping from his nose.

"You look a mess. Where is your pride, man? If you're going to be bad, then be bad, man. Here let me show you." I turned my attention to Boston, who had been frozen in place this whole time. "What was it you said? Ah yes, after you got your taste, you would sell me off as one of your pleasure girls, correct." 

"No, we only said that to scare you." He protested.  

"Good to know. But unfortunately, you chose the wrong girl to torment." I drove the knife into his left shoulder. The most arousing scream I've ever heard erupted from his mouth. "What a baby," I slit his throat and watched as he choked on the crimson-red substance leaking from the gash. The other two trembled in fear.

"Y-Y-You're C-crazy!... H-how could y-you do that?" Shane stuttered.

I pulled him towards me and drove the knife through his chin. I gently stroked his cheek. "I am not crazy. I am fucking psychotic." I laughed hysterically, walking toward Jerome.

"I'm sorry, p-please don't kill me. If you let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone about this." He pleaded with hands clasped together. 

"Oh, Jerome, save your breath. Your fate was sealed the moment you idiots decided to not listen to my warning. But don't worry, you will meet your friends soon, in hell."

"I beg you, please don't, ahh," I embed my knife deep into his flesh. I watched all evidence of life slowly fade into the abyss of darkness. 

"You talk too much," I inhaled, allowing the humid air and the rustic smell of blood to enter my nostrils. Then, coming down from my high, I pulled out my phone and sent a picture to Malakai, "It's time to take out the trash, side alley off New Grove Avenue." I looked at the soulless men admiring my work. "Next time, take the warning."

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Meanwhile the Mafia King and his Goons have finished settling a misunderstanding with neighborhood gangs. Turns out they have a traitor in their mist.

"Tomorrow, we have to pay a special visit to that traitor. How dare he steal from me and sell my products as his own."

King likes to think of himself as a reasonable man. If someone asks for food from his plate, he will give it to them but take it from him, and you will repay with your life.

Casper yawned. "Let's get home and get some shut-eye." Suddenly they heard horrific screaming. Their instincts were now in high gear pulling out our guns and hiding behind anything they could.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Ace whispered.

Reaper knelt protectively beside me. "Whatever it was, it has nothing to do with us. Let's get out of here." King knew he was right, but something pulled him towards the alley. "Boss? What the hell are you doing? Ughh, I don't feel like killing anyone today." Reaper grumbled, but that was the least of King's concerns.

Turning the corner, they saw two men dead on the pavement and another pleading for his life.

"I'm sorry, p-please don't kill me. If you let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone about this." He pleaded with hands clasped together. 

"Oh, Jerome, save your breath. Your fate was sealed the moment you idiots decided to not listen to my warning. But don't worry, you will meet your friends soon, in hell."

"Who the hell does she think she is, Wonder Woman?" Ace snorted.

"I think whoever those guys were, chose the wrong girl to pin in a corner." Blade was amused that a single woman managed to take down three grown men, two of whom lay lifeless on the pavement.

Tech was captivated. "I am getting more of a Black Widow vibe from her."

"I beg you, please don't, ahh," his words were cut short by her digging her knife into his stomach. She stared into his eyes like she dared the man's soul to remain attached to its chosen body.

The longer I watched her, the more I felt "Intrigued."

She pulled out her phone taking a picture. "Damn, that's tough," Reaper was also impressed.

"Next time, take the warning." She tucked her hands in her pockets and exited the alley like nothing had happened.

Reaper stood next to me. "You saw it to, right?"

I smirked. "Yep."

"She's something."

"Indeed."