Home sweet home

On May Second when I was about 14 I was taking a casual stroll out on the streets of New York after robbing someone to buy some groceries from the black market.

At that time I didn't have any parents or foster parents I was simply alone. I grew up in the streets of New York. My job was to kill anyone I was instructed too if whoever asked me to had a large sum of money to pay.

So that night I was instructed to kill a little boy, I don't know who he was or anything but I was offered 68 million dollars to just kill him. So I knew that it obviously wasn't going to be no easy job. But money sure does talk, you know? It tricks you into doing things. Bad things...

That night the wind was howling like some horror movie opener and the streets was dark. Lights were flickering nonstop. I finally manage to focus on my watch and it was almost noon. Still dressed in black ripped jeans, a black tank top with a black leather jacket and wearing some nice black three inch boots.  

My scarlet red hair is whipping so violently about my face I can barely see at all. There are no cars and no people, Newspapers tumble around the streets as if they all caught in invisible laundry machines. The trees creak, screaming as if someone was tearing their limbs apart.

I take a few involuntary steps backwards and scramble towards the alley behind the 45th Avenue, hoping to find the boy I was instructed to kill. Then suddenly the rain starts, not slowly, but so thick I can't manage to see a yard. It pummels my skin raw in the seconds, but a little rain can't stop me from doing my job.

I tuck in my knives back in my pockets and walk towards the alley where I see a guy—not a boy he looked about 16 or 17. He was well fitted and had tats covering his body. I couldn't catch a very good glance at him since it was so dark but I started to hear the clicking of six inch heels walking towards him so I decided to hide up the roof so I could see a clearer view.

Just like I had observed there stood a blonde women wearing a classic trench coat with six inch heels making her look 5'3 she stood in front of the guy who was about 5'9.

"Trevor, why on Earth did you call me at this time of night and in an alley for godsakes! Have you lost your bloody mind!" She scolded in a very annoying but a very familiar voice.

I tried to squint my eyes in the dark so I can get a better glimpse at her but I couldn't. It was just too dark.

"I think I'm being followed. I don't know who it is. But I've been beating up all the street goons since day break and they all keep telling me that I'm going to meet the devil."

"Are you scared, Trevor? Here I thought you were in the Mafia"

"Do you know who the "devil" is? Apparently it's some huge man that kills around noon and he always leaves behind a red rose after his each kill."

Yeah that is definitely my assignment tonight. And how dare he think I am a man?

I pulled out my favorite gun an ak 47 and steadied it on my target, Trevor Armando. Apparently he owed 35 thousand dollars to my client for the past six months and he has been hiding around in town so I was hired to end him. So that is what I did, I made the shot perfectly through his skull a good three times.

Hearing that mysterious girl yell in fear as she ran away;since his blood was all over her and I mean she would technically be considered as a suspect. But, I had to do my signature, just to scare who ever finds his body, I put on a black mask covering my face and I wear a hoodie over my head to cover up my bright red hair.

I slide down the stairs and pull out a white rose from my pocket and dip it on the blood of my victim and place it next to his head. Grinning as I leave because I know I'm going to see this on the news tomorrow morning.

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I know it's early when there is no light struggling to get past the grime on my blinds. I can hear the drum of rain on the window pane and I bring my hand down onto my alarm clock. I get up from the small mattress that I have slept on and move towards my window to allow the enchanting wind to come in.

Last night, after my victory I went to collect my money and to my surprise they gave me 70 million, which is a little more than the original deal. And just like I said, this morning I'm all over the news...

I glare at the broken screen and started flipping through multiple channels when suddenly I saw "devil" printed in the headlines, I squinted my eyes, making out a women wearing a black suit with an awful amount of red lipstick over her Botox lips, "Another murder has happened yesterday night by our unidentified serial killer the devil himself, investigators say that the victim was shot in the head three times, and as always a rose dipped in his blood was kept next to seventeen year-old Trevor Armando," the black-haired lady stopped to take a sip of water from the glass in front of her then started again, "It is said that Mr. Armando is part of the silver bane mafia and has been hiding about because of money that he owed, come back again at 10:00 for more."

"Well, well, well aren't you clever?" A drunken voice called behind me.

I immediately jumped back and pulled out two shotguns and directed it to the man in front of me,

"Ezra Jones? Never thought I'd see you in this dump." I sneered. I bumped into Ezra almost 3 years ago after I killed his wife for someone , he has been hunting me since.

"You thought you could run, but I promised you that night that I was going to find you."

So basically...I killed his wife than the police came in and arrested him because he was holding the gun and I kind've framed him so he was in jail for about two years.

" Listen Jones, I don't got the time nor patience for this. So you can either get the hell out of my sight or I can just put a bullet between your sorry eyes and sent you to god." I stepped up a little closer into the light so he can see how serious I truly was.

" You fool-" he started, but honestly sometimes I killed just for the fun of it , it helps me ease my pain.

So I shot him a couple times until his head went flying across the other side of the room, "Tch tch tch poor, poor Mr. Jones I thought you made a very thorough research about me, if you did you should've known how much patience I have." I whispered as I wiped my shiny boots around his cheek. As always I left behind a white rose dipped in his blood.

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Two years Later...

     So the same old, same old has been going on, I kill for a desperate client and they pay a big deal of money, it's always been as simple as that. But the problem is, a year ago I made a mistake and I killed Trevor Armando but what I didn't care to realize that  he is the son of a very strong gang. I also realized that lately my clients have been asking me to kill a lot of people from the Red Dragon Mafia but there is only so much a little girl can do.

      4 months ago, around New Years I was kidnapped by the Red Dragon Mafia, I knew it was bound to happen soon enough I just really didn't care.

     But, they didn't kidnap me because of my history—nobody knows that I am a top notch serial killer...instead they kidnapped me because the leader claims that I am his long-lost daughter, crazy right?

I laugh to myself while my neck burns in pain and my body sweats nonstop, they have me locked up in a cell because since they kidnapped me which never happened to me before, but since it did I tried killing the men who dared to capture me.

And since there was just so many men I only killed twelve, until they covered my mouth with some cloth and I think I fell asleep because my body was sore and I was hanging in a cell and I don't remember being hanged.

"Hey! Get me out of here! Have you lost your minds? I can kill all of you if I wanted too, slice all of your heads and hang it around the balcony!" I yelled, I know it was a bit aggressive and your probably thinking something is not right with my head but truth is-it's what I'm used too. I mean I wasn't always a killer. I was once innocent. But things happen.

I see a bulky man with green spiked hair walk in, he sized me a couple of times before he began to talk, "You killed twelve men of a very high gang and yet you still have the audacity to use such language, you really do have guts." He chuckled.

" Did you come here for an apology from the bottom of my—" I stopped to think,"my heart, is it? Well, if you did you aren't going to find it here." I could feel the burning rage from him, his tan skin immediately turned a bright red and he clutched his hands into balls of fists.

"Don't test me, girl." He said as he started to walk closer to me.

"Test you on what? There isn't anything worth testing." I teased, I could see him much clearer now, he was covered in tattoos of skulls and roses, cliche.

He bit his lip trying to control his temper because that wasn't looking one bit of attractiveness, " I came to release you, after all you are the daughter of the Don." He started to take my cuffs off and waved his hand from the back urging me to follow him.

I grunted as I got off my cuffs and slowly started walking behind him, I stuffed my sore hands in my pockets searching for my weapons, just in case I needed to defend myself, "you aren't going to find anything in there,we took your weapons away, interesting things you have for a kid." He laughed coldly, I knew he was trying to get a bite off of me and I felt sorry for his wish to just pass by.

I always kept a dagger with me, you see I have this tattoo on the side of my arm, it's a dagger that is tainted with blood and this really isn't an ordinary tattoo I can actually pull out daggers.

So, that is what I did I stripped a dagger out of my arm and threw it at him, I didn't want to kill him so I didn't aim for any of the important parts, I just wanted to give him a lesson, to remind him that I am always prepared, so, the dagger flew really close by his ear snipping the top corner, he almost immediately took his hands to cover his ear and turned to me as he silently wailed in pain, I raised my left eyebrow up crossing my arms as I stared right back at him with a half-smile.

"You had no weapons, where did you pull that from?" He demanded.

"I don't have to answer to you or anyone else, but I hope you realized that I'm always going to be prepared." I winked at him as I made my way in front of him.

We kept walking through the dark rooms passing armed guards just staring at me as if I was a threat.

I guess I am though, after all I did kill a lot of people that belongs here.

Suddenly the green-haired man, Chuck is the name that he goes by here, stopped in front of a door embroidered with gold pieces making out dragons on the door, "Walk through those doors to meet the Don he said," then he ran away. I think he was scared.

I think I was supposed to knock but I just barged in, the room was filled with endless red and gold, I've never seen a room with so much furniture and so many hues I'd never choose, nor a room with so much life. I mean throughout my life I've never ever been invited into such rooms it's always been torn out homes and unclean and really uncomfortable furniture with no color-forgotten things really.

I walked up to a family portrait which caught my eye and started to analyze it, on the right side of the painted portrait stood a suited man with light brown hair and hazel eyes he didn't exactly smile in the portrait he looked like he was worried and upset, he looked around his 30's next to him on his left stood to what I believe is his wife, a woman with beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair, she wrapped her right arm around her husbands and smiled like she has no fears. She wore a very jeweled blue dress and a beautiful diamond necklace matching with her long diamond earrings.

She truly looked breathtaking , my heart suddenly stopped as I walked closer to the portrait to realize that she was carrying a baby. A baby with glowing white skin, pink bright lips, big green eyes and red hair, if I didn't know any better I'd say that baby looked a lot like me, I laughed at the idea my thoughts interrupted by a strong cologne scent coming off from behind me, "I see you made yourself comfortable, Ms. Alexstrasza."

It came from a deep cold voice. The voice demanded respect and was full of power yet it was sore in confidence.

I cautiously turned around meeting the eyes of the man who resembled the portrait. Except now he looked a bit more aged perhaps around his mid forties. He was cleaned shaved and wore gold dragon cuff links. He arched an eyebrow since I have yet to respond.

"Sorry. I was just looking around."

"Oh, my, oh my dear god!," a blonde lady with blue eyes whom I take was the man's wife came running in a well fitted black dress showing off her curves, "look at her Jake she got so pale, my dear why don't you sit on the chair over there," she pointed her finger towards the chair near the window view,"I'll get someone to fetch you some tea." She had a very strong British accent unlike her husband, who didn't carry an accent.

I make my way to the chair and only gotten taken away more when my eyes meet the view in front of me. To be honest, I was starting to get scared because all this luxury...what if I died here. What if they bought me here to kill me and I just walked into their trap?

"My name is Jake Williams. And the reason you are here today is because I wanted to-" he stopped to look at his wife. She nodded her head slowly, sizing me as she did.

"Well your our daughter." He finally said. For someone in the Mafia he sure did have a soft spot. He literally just showed it to me. I could tell that he and his wife desperately mourned for a child. But truth is, I can't be theirs. I didn't resemble any of them and besides our last names didn't even match.

I shifted my eyes side to side and all I saw that they were desperate for me to accept them as my parents.

But I really couldn't hold it in any longer. I just started to burst out laughing.

Both of their faces turned to a shade of red and I couldn't tell if it was because of embarrassment or frustration.

"I'm-Im- Soooooo sorry! Hahahaha. I'm -hold on I-I need a second.." I started to clench my stomach since the pain of my laughter was too much. I haven't laughed like this in a while. I tried to stop myself by covering my mouth or squeezing my arms but it wasn't working, I really couldn't control it.

The couple still stared at me in what it now seems to be in frustration, because the man got up and started yelling," YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, DON'T YOU? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG WE HAVE SEARCHED FOR YOU? ANY IDEA? AND YOUR LAUGHING? AREN'T YOU HAPPY TO BE BACK AFTER ALL THIS TIME? 14 YEARS OF SEARCHING! FOURTEEN!" His wife quickly stood up next to him squeezing his hand tightly trying to calm him down.

But, I was type to just speak my mind, I don't let someone walk away with that tone no matter what power they may possess.

"DAUGHTER? Is that what you think i am to you? Just look at me, and look at you. DO WE LOOK THE SAME? DO YOU HAVE RED HAIR? NO! GREEN EYES? No, Are facial features aren't even the same. SO YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG. I BET IM NOT EVEN THE FIRST RED HEAD YOU PULLED IN HERE!"

I watched their faces soften, they shook their heads as I spoke because I know that they pulled many other girls claiming the same title. And now they just wanted to force me into it.

The blue-eyed women stepped closer to me attempting to touch me, I stepped a couple of steps back because I didn't like anyone touching me. Touching meant affection and I don't have time for feelings.

"Sorry," she whispered. I could see her tearing up, I didn't want to hurt her feelings but I couldn't just take up all of her belongings because they incorrectly chose me to be their daughter. I wasn't selfish.

"No, I'm sorry that I couldn't be the daughter you so desperately want me to be." I finally said.

"Fine, if you don't want to hold that title let me make a suggestion," the man stopped to take my permission to continue, I shook my head.

" I have noticed that you have many skills. Skills that is good to have for this...gang. You would be a wonderful asset. So, what I'm trying to say is, that you should maybe join the gang. You will get paid any sum of money you require, and you will have a room here until you turn 18 where you can live separately."

I thought about it for a while and I thought why not, "I'll be glad to be a part of your gang."

"Very well then, tomorrow we will have your ceremony. I will get someone to show you to your room in the meantime."

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The sunrise means so many things as it drifts in, igniting the colors of my room. This light is the greatest artist in history, creating beauty on the canvas beyond this window pane. I stare off to the view gifted to me, I may act like I am emotionless but I do have feelings deep down, I'm just afraid to express it because I'm afraid to except that I'm human. Not a monster.

You see, when I was six, I was in the army. Crazy right? I was shipped off to Japan along with many other girls and the commander picked me to be his weapon. I'm not sure why but he always said that I was an odd girl. I was his "killing machine" when we would go to war, which at that time it happened more often. So, I was trained to kill, it has been my only task since my childhood. I know I wasn't normal. I didn't do things that normal people did in my age. I didn't find the same things funny. I just wasn't normal. Killing has been the only thing that I have ever been attached to.

"Ms. Alexstrasza, I have already organized a bath for you and set your clothes over the bench near your bed. You'll need to wear it for your ceremony today. After your done, please do come down stairs." Said a women, to which I believe was just another maid.

I slowly moved towards the bathroom and I realized that the bath tub was covered in red rose petals it kind've scared me because of my whole killer M.O.

I took my time and I allowed myself to sink in and relax into the tub. After a good 37 minutes I slowly got out of the tub and stared moisturizing my body and drying my hair. I then made my way in my room and found a beautiful red dress..

Under the dress I found some gold heels

And over it I wore a robe..

After I dressed up I sat down on a velvet cushion in front of the dresses and started doing my hair and makeup...

Then I started my nails...

And I was done:) So I made my way out my room and down the stairs...

Author's Note:

Hey, readers! ❤️ This is the second Chapter of Dragon's daughter. 🐉 I have no idea when Chapter Three will be out but I promise it will be in by the end of this week or early next week the latest! ☺️Please do take the time and provide me some feedback! 😬I know I introduced some of Selina's background and obviously not all had been revealed...🤧but everything will be out soon. As for a love interest.... 😏your gonna have to wait a couple more chapters 😉

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