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“I don’t know what to tell you,” she said, choking on her words.
“Aren’t you a good granddaughter?” I asked. “Or is there a reason why he doesn’t seem to give a fuck about you?”
She glared up at me, tears already at the surface. Her once beautifully straight hair was oily and now plastered to her head with the water I’d thrown at her. “I thought he loved me,” she said, her voice breaking.
“You’re just not doing enough,” I said. It was a ridiculous thing to say at that moment, but it was the first thing to pop in my head.
“Maybe you’re not doing enough,” she snapped.
I lifted my hand and struck her.
She gasped, her hand immediately covering her cheek again. She glared at me as if I’d just backstabbed her. If that were the case, she had no idea what betrayal was. One release of my cum inside her didn’t mean shit.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m going to disfigure her, Greenie. The only thing she has going for her is her looks, and she’s about to be the ugliest bitch you’ve ever seen.”
“No,” Delilah said, her voice trembling. Her gaze tracked from me to the video camera and back again.
I reached out. She tried to slap my hand away, but it only felt like annoying gnats. She was no match for me.
Revenge would still be mine. If I couldn’t get Greenie to send me his dead body, I could take away something he loved just like he’d taken away something I’d loved all those years ago. Then, I would kill him. At the end of all this, he didn’t get to live. No, death was always in his future. There was no escaping it.
My claws broke through my fingers’ surface and lengthened. I raked them down her cheeks in one neat motion. Blood dripped onto her naked chest and Delilah started crying immediately. The tears mixed with her blood, making a pink mixture as it fell to her chest and thighs and then rolled onto the couch.
Well, fuck. I was going to have to replace this damn thing too before all this was over.
My fangs ached. The smell of her blood was overwhelming. They strained to break through to get their rightful taste. I’d already claimed Delilah. She was mine.
I groaned in frustration, then took a handful of her hair and forced her head back. Leaning over her, I bared her throat, then used my claws to slit a line across her skin there.
She started to choke, probably more from fear than anything else. The cut hadn’t been deep enough to kill, just damage her perfect skin.
Within the next half hour, I clawed her entire body while she wept. Her spirit was broken. Eyes lifeless, she just sat there while I did so, choking on sobs and sometimes wailing. When I was done with her, she looked like a badly sewn puppet. Then, I turned toward the camera. “I’m giving you twenty-four hours, Greenie. Then, it’ll be her body I send to you. And you still won’t get away with it either. I know where you live. I was able to get to Delilah, wasn’t I? After her, you’re next.”
“Please,” Delilah said, her voice catching. I turned in time to see her reach out.
I spun and walked to the camera, giving the red blinking light my best scowl. When I shut it off, I turned toward the bloody mess I’d just made.
“Please,” Delilah said again.
It took me a moment to realize she hadn’t been talking to her grandfather at all. She’d reached out for me, begged me. “Please, what?” I snapped.
“Don’t hurt me.”
I laughed. “It’s too late for that. You’re hideous.”
“No,” she said, her chin quivering. She tried to pull herself to a sitting position. Her knees quaked as she moved closer to the edge of the sofa.
“What are you doing?”
She ignored me. Finally, she pulled herself to her feet, but when she took one step, she buckled. She would’ve hit the floor hard, but I snatched her up.
“What?”
“I want to see,” she said. Her hands came up to her face, smearing the blood there. Some of the cuts were already starting to dry. Caked red crust came off on her wet fingertips which induced another round of hysterics. “What did you do to me?”
“It’s called revenge.”