Raine Aksenov
Paris, France: S. Heinz Condominium
3:11 P.M.
Walking straight to the door to greet someone is not the best thing to do after someone turned you into a heaping mess figure. After wrestling with Saccharide at the bed, I checked myself on the glass of the wide flat screen television in the living room.
I comb my hair to get rid of the tangled parts before getting rid of the creases on my shorts and my bralette. The black diamond choker around my neck gave me itches on my nape so I adjusted it around to make it looser.
Before giving the permission code, I checked the security monitor first and there was no one there. After controlling the camera to circulate its focus around the area of the hallway, I still saw no one.
"You're too slow, Aksenov"
A voice...
I felt breathing behind me so I turned around and met a pair of red glowing moons. I didn't scream, instead, I just closed my eyes and pushed him because he was too close for my personal space.
I asked and distanced myself from him, the memory of us kissing is still fresh in my mind, "Blood Shed, how did you get in?"
"You're not just slow, you're no fun too" he blandly commented and placed himself on the couch with his feet up on the tabletop.
I waited for his answer as I stared at him. He just whistled and looked around the living room like nobody is around. The moment our eyes met, I quickly looked away and blushed.
"The blood on the door dismantled the wire so before you could open the door, I just spread it apart and boom!-" he explained with a smirk, "Entrance..."
He turned to me and stood up from the couch to approach me. Me being a usual coward, I just stood there and let him block my way using his two arms on either side of my shoulders.
"B-blood?" I stuttered.
He cracked a toothy grin before explaining like a rap verse, "There are 3 guards with their throats slit in front of your Condominium door..."
"Satisfied?" He asked while I just nodded, not even making sure if what was he indicating.
My stomach turned upside down as I imagined the scene once we opened the door leading outside. I wanted to open my lips and ask if he already disposed of it but judging by his clean blue converse, he already found a way to clean the bodies before he entered the carpeted floor.
"The pattern of your tattoo is oddly unique..." Blood Shed uttered before running his hands on my belly where a long vertical line of a scar is located
Flinching at his touch, I covered it with my denim jacket but he yanked both of my hands to the side so he could kneel and freely examine my scars, "I don't know you're the kind of girl who puts a tattoo on your skin. Aren't you a Christian or something?"
Closing my eyes as I felt his fingers slowly entering my bralette, I gasped and tried to slap his hand but he smiled and looked at me, "I like it..."
"What are you talking about?!" I exclaimed and finally had the chance to cover myself with my denim jacket.
"I love it!" he rejoiced with a slight excitement before asking, "Who did those tattoo?"
Smiling at my upcoming answer, I proudly answered, "Saccharide did these..."
His smile turned into a frown as he suddenly turned me around with a quick spin before pressing my entire body on the wall with his. Pinning my hands on the cold concrete, he asked, "You didn't tell Saccharide what happened, right?"
"I didn't, I swear..." I said straight after a roll of tear ran down my cheek.
"Oh Aksenov, we both know you can't swear," he finally said before releasing me from the pressure contraption he put me in.
I leaned my back against the wall to breathe first. Heaving my chest up and down, I sent death glares at him but he just chuckled before pointing at my neck. "I see that you two had fun, huh?"
Widening my eyes, I quickly grabbed the concealer from my packed bags from last night and covered it. While blending the last one, I saw Blood Shed staring amazed by how brisk I concealed the kiss marks.
"Fascinating!" he exclaimed and continued to watch.
I took so long covering them up in the bathroom but my tears and Saccharide's tongue wiped it off. I was surprised Saccharide didn't notice one bit when he licked my neck a while ago.
Concealers have taste, right?
!!!
Out of nowhere, we heard the plates smashing and clattering inside the kitchen so I rushed towards there, not sensing if Blood Shed was following behind me. I just bolted there and saw a kid with menthol white hair crying while holding his bleeding hands.
"Is it bad that I brought a kid here?" I heard Blood Shed asked behind me.
Without thinking twice, I strived for the crying child and held him in my arms. I comforted him and patted his hair while blowing the spot where he cut his hands.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I screamed at him and pushed him out of the way to make the child sit on the couch before I rummaged the first aid kit inside my packed bags.
Before letting myself look at his wounds, I looked at his red eyes orbs that were like a clone of Blood Shed's, "What's your name, little boy?"
"Me- menthos," his cute voice spoke while stuttering.
"You'll be fine alright?" I reassured him and pinched his chubby cheeks "Don't look at your wound, it'll only hurt more"
Saccharide approached us on the couch and watched me as I tend to the child's wound, "What the fuck happened here?!" I explained the situation to him and the scene after my explanation needs to be skipped.
Saccharide turned his head to look at Dione before gloomily muttering his name which turned into a scream after he had seen the whooping mess inside of his kitchen.
"Dione!!!"
xXx
Saccharide looked at the mirror one last time, he combed his fingers through his luscious hair and kept it in place with a quick hair gel before turning to me and asking, "I'm ready, let's go..."
I nodded and hugged his right arm as he led me to the exit. We looked at each other and smiled but once the automatic doors opened, we were greeted by a different set of dilated eyes on the floor in a pool of blood.
"Dione!!!" Saccharide shouted and came running with the white-haired teen while laughing at both of our expressions.
The smell entered my nose and I coughed. I saw little Menthos standing there with his lifeless eyes staring at the pool of corpses on the floor. Quickly, I scooped him up from the floor and brought him somewhere far from the scene.
"I thought you said you have seen this already!" Saccharide scolded him and heaved him up with a tight grip on his shirt.
He continued laughing, "You're confused. I said I saw it but I didn't say I cleaned it after I saw it."
"I knew they were dead, Sœr Raine," he lifelessly said, "I'm 6 years old but I know death very well"
My lips quivered as I held his cheeks to look me in the eyes, "How?"
"It runs in the family, Sœr Raine... I want to be Frère Dione someday," he smiled innocently while holding both sides of my cheeks. His stare doesn't differ from his brother. Those red orbs were both deep, intense, and soul-sucking.
He was not lying...
"I want to kill someone someday..." he added which sent me hugging him, "Just like Momère and Frère Dione"
He's already broken.
No, he's not broken.
He's a robot who's already been programmed by his creator.
I stood up, left Menthos sitting there playing with the carnation petals on the vase. Turning to the two boys fighting, I barricaded Saccharide's view as I stood in front of him to face Blood Shed.
"Saccharide, could you please get all the scented candles and matches from the cupboard?" I requested with a serious tone, "And please take Menthos with you..."
He looked at me confused at first but he just shrugged and went to the bathroom with Menthos hand in hand with him. Blood Shed looked at me with an annoying smile before leaning on the door, stepping his right foot on one of the carcasses.
"You let a kid witness this?" I pointed to the mess on the floor.
"He ought to witness sooner or later," he reasoned and examined his nails, not giving damnation.
"He's only six for Pete's sake," I told him and raised my voice.
Blood Shed shrugged and blocked me again against the wall, "I don't know who's Pete but alright I'll have this conversation with you"
My fear stood up whenever someone does this trick on me but I tried my best to suck it up to get in his thick skull. I held my head high with my arms crossed. Even with this stance, I can still feel the petrification inside me because of his ruby-red eyes.
He explained, his fingers playing with my locks, "My apologies, Princess Raine but we didn't grow up inside of a castle where you can chase butterflies. Kids of our genes must be manhandled before they grow up or else-"
I looked down after he said that. My fists clenched themselves as I inhaled deeply. Widened as saucers, my eyes looked up when he pulled the few of my strands harder, making me flinch. He could never wipe out the grin on his face as he speaks.
"They'll grow up with that disgusting weakness you have. Sorry to burst your bubble but we didn't grow up with silver or even gold spoons shove up our ass," he ended.
I thought I'll never slap someone before.
But I was wrong.
"You asshole..."