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HAUNTED REVENGE

The Hunter

Watching the little traitor as she discovers the body is the highlight of my day, I think, as I stand on the edge of the forest, hidden behind a thick tree trunk.

My gaze is primarily focused on that little thing, a woolen jacket wrapped around her smaller, petite frame, hiding those soft curves and the delicate dip between her collarbones down to her perky breasts beneath the fabric.

I miss owning her immensely.

But the sweetest moment is when fear takes hold of her, rendering her immobile. She stands frozen in place, unable to move a muscle, eyes fixed straight ahead. It’s as if she’s slipping into shock, her body trembling—both from the cold and not.

Oh, how I wish I could taste that fear. Lick it away from her very pores. Seeing her like this, while intoxicating, is everything I longed for and craved in all our time apart.

Soon, there is no turning back. There never will be again.

Her agonized scream echoes through the trees, bouncing between the trunks, but the heavier wind swallows it whole. I glance at the woman beside me, who stands equally as mesmerized while watching the traitor.

This is what we missed out on for all these years. The wind now kisses our skin like a lover’s warm embrace, along with the brisk air filling our lungs in a way so liberating, it would move me to tears if I had any emotions left within my black soul.

She did this to us.

That trembling little traitor—caught like a deer in the headlights, finally realizing her ultimate doom.

Her phone slips out of her palm, quickly buried underneath the snow settling heavily over the landscape.

Feeling snow again after so long is liberating.

I bask in the cold. Flakes cling to my skin like silk spun from ice, each one a reminder of our childhood.

Innocent children building snowmen and makeshift igloos, until it was all ruined by the people who claimed to love us.

It’s a peaceful night with the darkness settling in, and the brisk scent of pine and soil. Along with that hidden odor of blood. After all, there is a corpse before the traitor, and her reaction is oh so fucking delicious .

She’s received many gifts, but we decided it was finally time to reveal ourselves. A smirk splits my lips as I stare at the traitor. Her naturally blonde hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, having a mind of its own from the heavy wind that picks up its breeze.

There is another gift on its way, with the traitor’s so-called piece of shit boyfriend.

I overheard their call. Rage fuels my insides, my fists clenching and nostrils flaring, as the Dagger beside me puts an arm over my shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

She knows how to stem the fire inside my chaos.

After all, we were born from the same flesh and blood.

Torn from the same womb moments before our life-giver died in childbirth, ultimately leaving us with our sperm donor until he, too, died.

As the traitor begins scanning the forest, searching for something, I know it’s time to leave before the boyfriend comes.

My heart pounds heavily in my chest as I watch her disappear beyond the treeline, her figure swallowed by the darkness.

The silent woman beside me moves in perfect step, her hair—a deep red-burgundy, rich in color—frames her face like a halo set on fire.

My twin is lithe, cunning, and fox-like in every motion.

She’s shorter than me, a result of our different genes, but no less deadly.

Together, we move away stealthily as ghosts in the night. We’ll all be reunited with our little traitor again.

Too soon—it’s too soon, and yet the time cannot come fast enough.