Page 37 of Beyond Your Darkness, I'm Your Light

“No, I didn’t. How could I bring myself to whisper the vile, nasty, and cruel things they make me do in order to keep business running and keep others blind to what’s really going on?”

“What is your name?”

“Laney.” She whispers again. I feel something shift in the air, right before the door crashes open and three men step inside.

“What the fuck is going on here, Laney?” A white man, no older than thirty asks as he stops a few feet away from us. He must be her pimp. “If he’s not paying, he doesn’t belong here.” She goes to show him the money, but the look I give her makes her hide behind me.

“Who says I’m not paying?” I growl.

“Oh, I know you paid her, but not for sex. What do you want with my baby girl?” He hisses, and tobacco flies from his mouth and onto my shoe.

“Your baby girl? Is that what you tell her to make her stay? You tell her that no one can take better care of her than you because she's your baby girl?” The need to kill him is strong, but I can’t, just yet. He may slip and tell me something of importance.

“Who wants to know what she is to me?” He huffs. “I saw that wad of money you gave her and make no mistake, Laney, that money ismine.”

I hear her whimper behind me as she begins to back up, completely terrified of this man.

“He’ll kill me if I don’t hand it over, mister.” She whispers.

“He won’t get the chance. Hide under that bed, do not come out until I tell you to.” I demand as she shuffles to the bed and dives underneath.

“Why, you little bitch!” He says. “Get him and bring that whore with my money to me.”

The two guys on each side of him look at each other as if to ask who will go first. I could easily kill them with the flick of my wrist, but where is the fun in that? They deserve a cruel death.

“What are you two waiting for? Fucking kill him!” The pimp shouts, backing up a little to give us room.

The first one makes the mistake any idiot makes when they engage in battle. He gave a very pathetic war cry which tells me he doesn’t know how to fight.

He charges, barreling into me, I tumble backwards, but only for a mere second.

‘Do you need encouragement to end them, my son?’ Her voice is like a Siren’s song as it washes over me, offering her assistance. She knows what I am capable of, I don’t need help, but what she is offering is a boost.

‘Your power is still coursing through my veins from when you brought me here. Hearing the girl's story helped build the rage inside that I will unleash on everyone that has a hand in the destruction that’s going on in this wretched place.’ I growl, taking his head between my hands and lifting him up off me. He kicks, grunts, yells obscenities, but there is nothing he will be able to do.

“Let me go, asshole!” He grunts. I bring his face close to mine and just stare into his hollow eyes.

“You deserve to die! I’m going to make an example out of the three of you.” I open my mouth, letting my canines slide out of my gums as I bring his neck to my mouth. “But first, I need to feed.” And then, I clamp my mouth down over the vein in his neck and take what I need.

“Argh!” He screams and withers in pain, but I’m not finished yet. Once I’ve taken more than I need, I drop him to the ground as his friend runs into me and slams me against the wall. He’s a bit bigger and clearly knows how to fight. I’ll give him a fair one since he seems more than capable of handling what he dishes out.

Punch after punch, and blow after blow, we are both still standing. Bloody, battered, and bruised is the sight that is him before me. I’m barely out of breath, it looks as if I haven’t been touched, while he is struggling to breathe.

Fifteen minutes is how long this has been going on, and that’s fifteen minutes too long for me. I grab him around the neck and begin to squeeze.

“You’re a great fighter, too bad you chose the wrong path. Now, you will pay for your sins with your life.” I lean in, whisper the words of death to him. “Mors te valere iubet. Infernus apertis te excipit armis.” I lean in and suck the life from him as I slit his throat. “Your blood showed me all you’ve done in your wretched life. All the little girls you killed for fun. This is where I get my pleasure from.” Once there is no more life in him, I toss him to the floor.

The pimp doesn’t know what to do. His greed for money is the only reason he’s still rooted in the same spot as before.

“I’ve heard stories about you.” He laughs. “Stories of a great warrior, trained to be the best assassin The Messengers have ever created.”

“Created?” I scoff. “They didn’t create me, I was born this way.”

“That’s what they want you to believe.” He huffs.

I move so quickly, he doesn’t have time to think or react.

“What do you speak of? Tell me now or you will end up like your friends.” I growl.

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