Ivy's POV

Ever since is could remember, I've always loved blood. Everything about it. The scent, the color, the texture, everything. Weird thing to like as a kid right? At first my parents never really cared or got concerned, if anything they even supporter my hobby of killing chickens. I loved watching gory movies that involve a lot of bloody scenes.

Sometimes I'd cut myself just to watch the blood drip out, that how bad it was. At some point my parents got worried and tried everything to get rid of my obsession with blood, from therapy to even religion. But none of it seemed to work.

When that didn't work, they tried to help me find a new hobby, from music, to art, to toys, to anything a kid my age would like. You might have already cought on but my parents were hella rich, so they tried anything and everything. To their dismay, nothing seemed to work.

Some shaman even told them that I was the reincarnation of the blood goddess Sekhmet, imagine that. After some time they stopped trying and just let me be.

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I can't say I loved my parents, but I can't say I hated them either. To me, they were just the man and woman that birthed me and bought me staff, I never really had any feelings towards them. Even though they tried everything they could to make me love them. To any child, I'd say they were the best parents ever, I just didn't feel and child-to-parent love for them.

As a kid, I didn't really feel a lot of emotions and was pretty much emotionless most of the time. I always had a practiced smile on my face so no one really knew how I was feeling.

When I started school, I had lots of friends, simply because I was good with people. I was good at observing people, that way I knew how to act when I'm around who. And of course I was able to keep my blood obsession under the wraps.

Honestly it's not that I even wanted friends or anything, it's just that my parents concerned face used to bother me and I realized that I saw it less when I made friends.

Everything was going great, I was leaving my normal rich girl life with loving parents who own one of the biggest tech companies in the world. They were very busy but somehow they always managed to squeeze me into their tight schedules.

On one fateful night when I was thirteen, it happened. We were in the living room, everyone doing their own thing. Mother was doing her nails, father was doing something probably work related on his lap top and I was watching "wrong turn" then suddenly the lights went out.

Before anyone would do anything, a dagger from nowhere flew straight to my father's throat, blood splattering everywhere. And I just stood there, intrigued, eyes lock on my father throat the had blood oozing out like a fountain, somewhere at the back of my head I heard my mother's scream then her muffled voice as she received the same fate as my father.

In that moment, I knew they had been murdered or rather assassinated. But for some reason I didn't feel sorrow or anger. I just felt excitement for seeing so much blood, without thinking I reached out to touch the blood on the floor, "It's warn." I whispered a creepy smile probably forming on my lips.

That's when I turned to see my parents killer, he was wearing black from head to toe and a mask, from their silhouette I could tell that they were male, a well built one, tall and on the slim side. I couldn't tell what expression he was making because of the mask. Since he was just standing there I could only assume he was either shocked my lack/type of reaction or he was contemplating on how to kill me.

"Why did you kill them?" I asked, my voice was neither angry, scared, nor sad. It was a genuine question that I was curious about his answer. He was silent for a while, probably decided on whether to reply or not then he finally did, "They probably offended someone who was willing to pay a hefty amount to have them killed." If I had any doubt about his gender it completely vanished, because he had a beautifully deep voice.

I thought about what he said, my parents where the most lovable people I know so there is no way they offended someone. Who ever wanted them dead either did it out of jealousy or because they want to have the company. "So, wait. You get paid to see blood?" I asked again. He remained silent for a bit, "I get paid to kill, and I get to see blood in the process so yeah."

My eyes lit up at his response, "so, meaning I can also be like you?" He stared at me, probably in shock. "Kid, you do realize that I just offed your parents right?" I gave him a confused look, I genuinely didn't know what that's got to do with me asking if I could be like him. "Yeah, so?" I'm sure my response surprised him because he took a step back, "I heard that the Reed's family's daughter wasn't right in the head but this is actually scary." He laughed then continued, "but something tells me that killing you here would be a waste. What do you say, how about you come and be an assassin in my organization? I'll personally train you and you'll get to see blood till your heat's content."

I smiled, genuinely, "really, I get to see blood?" He nodded, "Yes, as much as you want."

I happily agreed, but on one condition. Which was that he would help me bring the people who hired him to justice. "How bold of you to even have conditions. But I have a feeling you'll make me loads pf money so I'll agree to it."

After telling me that he'll return after the issues of my parents' death was over, he left.

Once he left, I called the cops and informed them about the murder. After they arrived, I pretended to be scared shitless. With a trembling voice told them what happened, described the killer as a short female and all. And they promised to find the killer.

After three months, the culprit was caught. It was some man who was eying my father's position. After the trios, I was quite busy with the succession of my parents company. There were a lot of people who tried to take advantage of the fact that I was young, but thankfully I also had people on my side. So all it took was another three months for everything to be smooth sailing.

Once everything was over, the assassin who told me to address him as the director, stood by his words and came to me.

I informed my company that I would be flying abroad for my education and left for my assassin training.