NATASHA'S POV. THE NIGHT IT ALL BEGAN.

I was always a deep sleeper. It was one of the things I never bothered to change about myself despite the trainings I had , I'd always sleep deeply at the end of each day to get maximum rest. But today it's wasn't like that. The smell of smoke pierced my lungs and my eyes snapped open. "Fire'  I whispered to no one in particular.

Running to the window I saw it, at a window four stories high no one could miss it.  Dead bodies lined the streets , a couple of houses I could identify were on fire ,the orphanage, and the church were no exceptions.

Yellow flames with black smoke that clouded up to the sky, it was the type of fire that could only stop when it died down on its own.

At first, I didn't hear any screams only the crackle of the fire so I was not sure if the occupants of those  buildings had been killed before the fire was started  or they were already dead and I didn't know due to the deep sleep I was in.  I craned my neck to check on the  hospital but I couldn't see from here

Then  there was a loud explosion from downstairs. The door was blown open contradicting the method used to kill more than half the people in this pack. I grabbed my small knife and tied it to my thigh covering it up with the nightgown I wore.

I snuck downstairs and held my breath as I navigated through our house in the dark. I was pretty small so it wasn't hard for me to do it undetected, plus I wore a black night gown and not the pale blue or pink colored one other girls my age wore.

I made it to my father's study and saw a trail of blood as if someone dragged somebody along the floor while he or she was bleeding. Tiptoeing to the shelf, I remembered that my father kept a weapon in here, in one of the books on the shelf. I ran my hands over the book, picked up the third one and opened it. Nestled inside it was a gun, the pages of the book had been cut out to make sure the gun was comfortable in it without bulging or drawing attention to the book.

Picking it up, loading it and cocking it was easy as it was what I had spent most afternoons doing at the training field. I took in a shaky breathe because I knew all this was nothing but a facade and the moment I saw my parents I would slip.

" Anything to keep my Dad and Mom safe" I muttered.

I followed the trail of blood and saw it led  to the living room. The funny thing about the blood was that it didn't fade or anything like that, instead it got thicker .

I stood at the  entrance, hiding behind the coat stand and for once in my life I was grateful to papa for leaving his coat there from earlier on and to mama for not nagging him for it.

"I'm here now and I'm here to collect" I heard a male voice say, I looked into the room just in time to find a man who was holding a pretty big machete. I shuddered at the size and wondered what type of barbarian still carried around a machete when guns were now a thing.

My loving father was on his knees his hands tied  behind his back and so was my mother but she was lying on her side instead. There was an ever growing spot of blood on papa night shirt and mama was lying in a pool of blood.

Changing angles I see that the blood actually belong to papa and that his face was getting pale by the minute.

"Go to hell you devil's son" Dad groaned out and the man whose face I can't still recognize, grabbed Dad's head and smashed it into the floor.

My father cried out in pain and the minute his head was raised I could see his nose was broken. I pointed the gun at the back of this strange man's head and tried my best to still my shaking hand, suddenly, he turns his head in my direction.

He leaned forward and I could finally see his face. He was looking straight at me with menace in his eyes.

"Oh wow look who it is, my soon to be pet. I smelled your fear ever since you've been standing there. Come on out Natasha, take a shot and do your best." he cajoled me.

I'm shocked that he knows my name,  I do as he says and he blocks his body with Dad's own my bullet going under papa's rib. I drop the gun and run to my father's side in a frenzy apologizing for hitting him again and again.

"Natasha, Daddy loves you" he says again and again and I nod and apologize. I look back to see my mom coming out of her unconsciousness.

"Mom!" I cry out. Panic enveloping my whole body.

"Natasha,  run away, leave here this minute" She shouts at me straining her body as if to reach me and push me away, which I'm sure she would have done if her hands weren't tied behind her back. I don't know the moment my Dad died because when I pull him close again he's lifeless.

I scream out loud and clutch him to my chest. His body gets torn away from my arms and I try to get him back when I'm held down by two different people.

"Before you father decides to pull a magic stunt, let's make sure he's really dead shall we?" he says and I don't understand until this man has his machete up in the air. I let out a howl like scream but he ignores me and delivers the first strike. Blood sprays like it's let out of a faucet drenching this evil man and I in the blood of my father.

The blood spray doesn't reach my mother who looked like she still wasn't aware of her surroundings.

He sighs satisfactorily and wipes the blood on his face creating a smear and making him look more like the monster that he is. He bends down again and hacks off my father's right thumb, dips it in blood that pools at his feet from the gash at my father's neck and snaps his hand to no one in particular.

Well someone, because a guy dressed in a black suit walks up to him with a briefcase and opens it up. He brings out a document, he sniffs it, then presents it to the man who stamps it with my father's blood drenched thumb. Looking satisfied he flings my father's thumb away and then proceeds to separate my father's head and calls in his minions to take the pieces away.

They call him Alpha Lucien and finally this monster has a name. My throat has gone numb and all I can do is watch as my father's remains are taken away.

"Next up, the mother" he says and I lunge for him catching him off guard and dragging him by his collar to the floor.

He drags me by my hair and  holds me at arm's length , he sneers at me before giving me a resounding slap. My mother cries out and tries to move closer , swimming in the pool of her husband's blood.

"I shouldn't kill her?" he says and I nod frantically.

"Take me instead" I cry out and he laughs cruelly.

"Oh I have alot of plans for you, too much to change because of your unimportant mother" he says and I cry out more begging him again and again and telling him I'll do anything.

He motions to two of his accomplices to drag my mother away.

"Take her out  of here and transport  her to the dungeons. " he instructs and immediately, they do him bidding.

"You, little pet, will ride with me in the car" he says still holding my hair. He drags me with it and I see two fancy cars parked in front of my once peaceful home.

"Get in " he ordered his voice ice cold. I don't wait for him to repeat himself,  I scrambled into the car and scoot as much as I can away from him.

I see my mother get thrown into the boot of the car in front. I cry silently watching the burning houses and the dead bodies and as the car I'm in goes swiftly past them, I remember what was once our happy family.

"I told you to clean up the dishes yester night before bed" my mom shouts at me and I can hear the heavy foot falls of my father as he comes down the stairs

"What have I told you about disobeying your mother? " he calls out as he gets closer and I can see my mother smirk.

I roll my eyes at her and pout at my father. My father never got angry but once he did, it wasn't pretty. He finally gets downstairs and laughs when he sees my expression.

"So was that a good impression of an angry husband or what?" he asks my mom and I run to him hugging him.

"You have spoilt her rotten" my mother says before laughing

"Of course that was a good impression, it's not too late to make a career out of it" she adds and my father lets out a hearty laugh.

"Still you have to apologize to your mother for flouting her rules." father says and I sigh.

"Sorry mom." I say and she nods

"As long as you don't do it again" she says and I nod knowing fully well that I'll do it again and she'll have nothing to say because my father always backs me up.

I place my hands in my laps and feel the knife I strapped there before I came downstairs, I do my best to pretend like it's not there and pray to the Moon Goddess that I'll be able to take it in with me , where ever I might be going. I don't have to wait for very long because soon the car stops in front a huge gate and after honking twice the gates open to reveal a very beautiful and expensive looking mansion three times the size of our house.

"Welcome to your new hell" he says watching my face and I shudder at the evil that glints in his eye.