The Devil's Daughter

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When the moon shines, her demons arise. She's a mystery. She's the unknown - a ghost who can only be found when she wants to be found. She's soulless and merciless - believed to be inhuman, the amethyst-eyed creation of the devil. The ultimate killing machine, the perfect assassin. She's the Devil's Daughter. But with complications arising as she enters the Midnight Blood Moon Pack territory, stories begin to unfold and secrets will be told. A mission that will forever change the course of her fate. Forced to go back to the one place she ran away from, she must solve the sudden murders of the pack that will unravel, not only the pack's history and secrets, but also her own. Will she be able to hide herself from the world any longer?

Fantasy / Romance
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A few things can be seen at the party in front of me.

A crowd of people dancing to the sound of the music, horny ass teenagers grinding at each other and sucking each other’s faces, and booze, lots and lots of booze. Probably some drugs too, but that’s the least of my concern.

As I leaned against the brick wall of the building at the dark alley that I’m standing in, I eyed the blonde, fifteen-year-old girl who was standing behind the glass window at the second floor of the house. She was tapping her fingers on the drink that she was holding, not listening to a word the guy in front of her was saying.

She looked at her wrist watch anxiously before she smiled politely at the guy then looked out the window quickly before diverting her attention back to the guy.

With that, I turned and walked deeper into the dark alley that lead to an empty parking area with poorly lit lamp posts and a sea of trees surrounding it.

I was currently on a solo mission. For a week, I’ve been spying and gathering information on a man who escaped from prison years ago. He was sentenced to life in prison for murder, attempted murder, drugs, domestic abuse and sexual abuse. The police have been searching everywhere for him for years but to no luck. The reason why is because the Michigan’s Chief of Police is protecting him as he continued his filthy game of talking to teenagers between the age of eleven and sixteen on social media sites, meeting up with them and raping them, killing them in the process. And for what? So he gets to have the case to track down this maniac for recognition and the money. It’s always about the money.

All for this bastard’s pleasure and entertainment.

Well, if he wants to play dirty then he’s met his fucking match.

My head snapped to the right at the sound of a car engine enter the parking area. I watched as a silver Audi R8 enter and park underneath the flickering lamp post in front of me. A man in his late fifties stepped out. He had greyish-brown hair and a bald spot at the top, a beer belly bulging through his checkered, button-up polo paired with worn out jeans and crocks. I leaned against the tree that’s a few feet away from the car, keeping myself hidden in the dark.

He took a few steps away from the car and lit a cigarette. He glanced at the dark alley, waiting, and a few moments later, a figure emerged. Her hands was clasped in front of her, blonde hair flowing with the cool breeze as her eyes searched the area, nervous. A worry look on her face.

Kate Woodruff. His next victim.

“Jake?” She called, her voice sweet and innocent.

I scoffed. What a shitty ass name to use.

She hesitantly walked towards the Audi when she saw it, looking sideways cautiously. “Jake, are you there?” She looked up at the flickering light before peeking through the driver’s seat window.

Suddenly, she was pressed against the car, her hands at her back as ‘Jake’ gripped her wrist, pressing his body against hers. She screamed but he immediately covered her mouth before anyone could hear it.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said in a sinister voice. She fought against his grip but he roughly slammed her against the car. He tsked, “now that’s not how a good girl acts now, is it?” She whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. He dipped his head, dragging his nose down her neck. I heard her whimper, her body shuddered, making him smirk maniacally.

“Fuck! You bitch!” He screamed, gripping her wrist tighter when she bit his hand, hard.

I made a face, impressed at the bold move. Atta girl!

She tried to run, maybe got a few meters away from him until he tackled her to the ground, straddling her waist until he had her pinned to the ground. Then he punched her a few times. “You ungrateful son of a bitch! I’m giving you what you fucking deserve and this is how you repay me?!” He slapped her, making her cry in pain. He punched her again and again.

I sighed, took out both of my daggers and walking towards the light post, tapping the blade on the light post several times, creating a cling sound. They snapped their head to my direction.

“Alright, asshole,” I said. “That’s enough play time with the lil’ barbie,”

He grabbed his gun that was kept in his jeans and pointed it to Kate, saying, “stay the fuck down or I’ll blow your fucking head off.” Tears streamed down her face as she closed her eyes, sealing her mouth tightly when a whimper escaped.

I tsked, shaking my head. “Now, now, Mr. Anderson. That’s not the way to talk to a pretty lady, now is it?”

He stood up and slowly walked towards me, his gun pointed at me. “How the fuck did you know my name?!”

“Eenk. Wrong question.” I threw the dagger at his right shoulder. He screamed in pain and stumbled backwards, clutching his shoulder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! You motherfucking bitch! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill both of you!”

I threw the other one at his thigh, making him scream louder and fall to his side. “Yeah, good fucking luck with that, you daft cunt.” I turned to the girl who was still sitting on the ground, watching in horror. “What the fuck are you sittin’ around for-” I screeched as a bullet hit my left arm.

Fucking big balls here shot me!

“Fuckin’ run!” She looked at me, tears in her eyes. She quickly got up and ran. And she didn’t look back.

He aimlessly shot at me, screaming. I didn’t move an inch and he still missed. “You piece of shit! She was mine! That bitch was fucking mine!” I let him scream until he ran out of ammo, and when he realized that, it made him scream louder. “You little bitch! You think you’re so powerful! Huh?! I will kill you! I will-”

I stood above him before I placed a foot on his neck, choking him. I put more pressure on it when he tried to take it off. “Shut up before you piss me off.” The choking sound that he made brought a smile to my lips. “How about”--I stepped harder--“we cut to the part where you stop yappin’ and start screaming bloody murder, yeah?” With that, I took the dagger from his shoulder and stabbed it at the palm of his hand. His cries of agony was music to my ears, and it echoed through the forest, some birds flying away. I smiled sinisterly. “That’s more like it.”

His brown eyes were glaring at my purple ones, panting heavily, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. “I will kill you. I will hunt you down and I will kill you. And I will enjoy every bit of it.” He threatened.

I laughed humorlessly before my gloved hand punched his face, creating a cut on his cheekbone. “I don’t think so.”

He smirked, showing his bloodied teeth. “The police will be-”

The sound of my laughter echoed. “Oh, you mean the chief of police, Thomas Morgan? The one who was sentenced to thirty-one years jail because I exploiting him? Yeah, he’s sitting in his cell right now.” I shrugged and gave him a fake ‘sorry’ look. “You’re on your own.”

“You mother-” I punched him again, cutting him off.

I removed my daggers, making him scream again. “That’s enough chitter chatter for today. Time for some fun now.” My smirk fell. I firmly grasped his neck ’til he created chocking noises. I dragged my dagger against his skin, carving my initial as he tried to scream. His face turning bloody red.

“Who... who are you?” He said.

I smirked. I pierced the dagger though his neck. Blood poured out of his mouth, his eyes wide. I stared at his eyes as they slowly began to lose its light, then I twisted the dagger. I took his gun, placed it in his hand and pointed it to his head. Then pulled the trigger.

“I’m the Devil’s Daughter.”

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