𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

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But damn was I wrong.

That girl slips through my mousetrap like she was liquid.

Of course, with the help of that imbecile. She doesn't have the type of brain to add and subtract, he has to do everything on his own. Saving his damsel in distress everytime she gets a boo-boo.

"Oh, Levi, I fell down the stairs."

"Oh, Levi, I got harassed today."

"Oh, Levi, I almost got killed today because I thought it was a great idea to wander around in the streets all alone in the afternoon."

"Oh, Levi-" I can't even finish that thought. She makes me angry beyond words. How do such pathetic humans survive so long? It's honestly impressive.

What's more pathetic is watching the vampire my father adores so much rushing to her aid every single time she whines.

Every. Single. Damn. Time.

I don't like cute shit, and their relationship just made me hate gushy shit more. It was part of the reason why I needed to stop this whole thing. But only a small part of it, because the major reason why I need to have her, is to have something -anything- over that imbecile.

He wasn't smart enough to keep his family safe, but he seems determined to keep her safe. Which only shows me how useful she'll be on my side.

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"No!" I cry, my British accent showing more than usual as i hurl the glass vase in my hand into the nearest wall with every ounce of frustration in me. I need all my frustration out. I can't think straight when I'm angry. I've watched father lose everything he has because of this exact reason. Impulsiveness.

And my father had a lot.

And he lost from one hundred to zero real quick because of this bad habit. Even his life was stripped away from him.

I won't let myself get to that point.

But it's times like this that make me question why I'm not out there, fighting Levi face to face to end all of this once and for all.

But sweet, sweet revenge is a dish best served cold. I must be patient if I want to put him through all the heartache I went through. I really must drag out my plan splendidly just to insure he feels what I've felt.

Bethanie, fucking Bethanie decided not to stick to my plan and die on me with blood all over her face and bullet wounds all over her body. The thing is, I don't work with fucking humans. She had the ability to heal herself but she didn't! And she didn't even manage to restrain Blaire long enough for me to arrive.

How hard can that be?! She's a weak ass human with skinny noodle arms and zero fighting skills. Yet she escaped.

"But s-she wasn't alone, Madam. T-there were these men that came in and shot us using our own g-guns.-" Hank flinches once his eyes meet the body of his dead wife again, his voice growing more and more choked as he speaks super fast, like he believes he won't be able to finish his sentence in time. "-you don't understand. Their strength was unreal. They managed to overpower us and took the girl." He squeaks.

I turn around to face his fully, raising my eyebrows in agitation and taking a step toward him. I blow a raspberry against my teeth before speaking. "And why didn't Bethanie do as I said and cover the girl's damn scent?!" I say, slapping my hand against his chest and grabbing two fistfuls of his bloody shirt.

He's trembling so hard I feel like I'm holding a vibrator. Lol.

"Beatrice-" He gulps, "her name was Beatrice, Madam."