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Tear You Apart

I hear voices that tell me to do very bad things. —David.

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Cirino Leandros, vampire since 1797~ but much more.
*Inside the Darkness there is a Heart.*
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given the blood on my hands and shirt. My sister sat across me but did t say a word, it’s like she knew what I’d done and it was pointless to speak on the matter. I reached over to place my hand on her leg, “it had to be done. You know what would have happened if I hadn’t done it. I did it for you.”

my sister were ready and packed to leave. Jose brought us to the tarmac, to get us on the jet to get out of dodge before the law held us back from leaving. Within fifteen minutes we were up and in the air. Kane sat three seats away from me, clearly feeling afraid of what I might do >>

called the police.” I starred at the pathetic asshole on the floor and shook my head thinking that my sister didn’t have great taste in men. He wasn’t even that big… Jose pulled my arm and lead me out, to the car and we hauled ass out of there. By the time we returned to the villa, Kane and >>

himself. I laughed, shaking my head. “fuck it!” I shifted the pistol against his jaw and pulled the trigger. The bullet instantly killed him, his lifeless body falling to the ground. “Why don’t I feel better?” Jose placed a hand on my shoulder getting my attention. “Boss we have to go. Someone >>

fuckface who does this for a living, finding desperate girls who need to release their anger in the most extreme way. I wasn’t judging, as I had my own way of expressing my emotions but this was my sister we were talking about. “How do you want to die?” He began to shake, trembling, even pissing >>

killing this idiot would meld over the fact my sister decided to go live life recklessly for her first time. I knew deep down that this was to get back at me and yet, shooting this fucker wouldn’t change the fact that she was no longer my innocent little sister. She had been violated by some >>

simply nodded as the color from his face drained to pale white. I aimed the pistol against his head, chuckling softly, “You see my sister is set to marry next month and if Marcellus learns she was violated by some pathetic parasite, he’s not going to want her and we can’t have that.” I knew that >>

mine, they widened as if he wasn’t realizing, I was here for him. The slut that was with him, disengaged and ran out of the room as I strolled over to the asshole who had violated my sister, my blood, the only woman who got under my skin as much as she did.”You know why I’m here, don’t you?” He >>

dancing a little too aggressively as if he wasn’t just with my sister. My book was boiling at this point, I released the trigger shooting the bartender against his temple. He dropped dead, everyone in the club started to scatte. The music stopped and the said man paused lifting his eyes to meet >>

the thought that raced through my mind, desiring to pull the goddamn trigger to alleviate my frustration with this motherfucker and my sister. She fucked him on the dance floor? “Where is this fucker?” He then pointed to the other side of the room, revealing a Hispanic curly haired individual >>

my inquiry which is what prompted my need to press the pistol against his temple. “Now?” He nodded quickly and turned to point to the dance floor.

“They were there dancing, it looked like she gave h-h-i-m her underwear. They were moving kind of strange, like maybe he was… you know…” I tensed at >>

could’ve done to my sister and where? I approached the bar, interrogating the bartender.

“Esto es lo que va a pasar. Me vas a decir quién coño estaba con mi hermana, la pelirroja bajita que se parece a mí... ¿y dónde puedo encontrarlo?”

The male looked annoyed but shook his head as if refusing >>

direction or die trying. Once we arrived, I hopped out the passengers side and told Jose to stay outside the club directly deterring any more innocent people from coming inside and dying by my hand. All I was seeing was red, unable to think logically. Especially when flashes of what this fucker >>

for some time now, which made me leave with a feeling of guilt and frustration. What didn’t she want me to hear? Was it the asshole who dared to touch my blood? This fueled my desire to shed blood again. I grabbed Jose and we left for club Onyx. Someone in the club would point me in the right >>

There were plenty of scenarios in running through my mind when it came to my sister but instead of acting on impulse, which I often did—I snuck out of the bathroom. I left her room, standing outside of the door listening to the conversation where Kane and my sister. Though silence seemed to linger>>

stretched, looking around. Kane was barreling out with worry written all over his face. “Did you find her?” I simply nod and looked back at Calista who was sitting in the car like a statue.

villa and my hand instinctively went toward her but stopped. Why was this happening? This sudden pull toward my twin, a need to satisfy or dominate so that nobody else did? It was sick. I was sick… a sigh left my lips and Jose opened the door, causing me to jerk my hand away. I slipped out and >>

as if afraid or confused by what I was going to say earlier. Fuck. I need Jessica and soon. Like immediately after we get off that goddamn jet. Though I was certain she’d give me a chock full about how big of an asshole I was for ending things through Rico. She wasn’t wrong. We arrived to my >>

even for me, it was the stress. Nothing more and nothing less. She’s going to get married in a month to my nemesis nephew, Marcellus and everything would be fine. I adjusted my tie and no more blood shed for a while, peace and quiet. I gaze at her briefly noticing the way she sat far away from me >>

back against the seat, starring out the window. “We’re going home!” I declared as Jose started engine and began driving us back to Calista’s villa to get her things and pick up Kane. I wasn’t in the best of spirits and to think that I almost suggested that my sister suck me off was deranged >>

I asked moving closer, black irises honing in the smear lipstick across her lips and against her cheek. Goddamn her. “Let me guess you sucked him off? If you wanted something to suck… “ I trailed off a little perturbed at my own thoughts at the moment, what the hell? I shook it off and leaned >>

tip her chin toward me and narrowed my gaze on her. “Which fuck in there do I need my men to castrate? Wearing something like that, I’m positive someone’s fucked you. Not to mention the goddamn cologne stretch coming off you. Why do you have to be so damn difficult, Calista? Do you enjoy this?”

black hummer waiting for us. Jose immediately jumped out of the drivers seat, opening the door for us. I pushed my sister inside the car and followed suit. I pulled the door shut—pressing a button to put the divider up for privacy, pursing my lips for a moment before glancing at her. I reached to >>

“Shit is right, you little shit.” I spoke through clenched teeth as my eyes rake over her red dress. It was barely covering her most vulnerable assets. I shrugged off my blazer and stepped forward to place over her shoulders. I reached for her wrist and dragged her along with me back toward the >>

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