She paced the concrete floor of the room, smiling slyly. Her dominance in the situation was apparent. The demon cowered before the young woman with piercing eyes. The girl stopped and grabbed the demon by the neck, holding him a foot above the ground, his legs dangling.
�M-m-mercy!� the demon begged, gasping for air.
She gave a cold, cruel laugh and threw him to the floor. Her face contorted into a mock sad-face, and her voice was cold and evil.
�Mercy, merci, I beg of you.� she giggled and crossed over to him, placing one stiletto boot in front of the other. She crouched down to his level. �Don�t fuck with me. EVER. I am your master. I am the power. You are owned by the prince of lies. I am his eyes and arms. Do you understand?�
"Y-yes."
�Yes, what?�
�yes�.� She seized his neck and bashed his head against the wall.
�Say, �Yes mistress�, you fool !�
He was dead. Blood trickled from the back of his head down the wall.
�You shouldn�t kill so easily. You have a temper problem.� said a young man in the doorway. He was clad in all-black, wearing a long-sleeved Henley and black jeans with boots. She crossed over to him and put her arms around him, drawing him close.
�You shouldn�t say that dear, I might not be in the mood tonight.� She laughed harshly and kissed him.
�Shut up. You�re always horny and you know it.�
�Damn right.� she shoved him to the wall and pinned him there. She leaned in slowly and whispered into his ear.
�Shall I give you a preview?�
He nodded silently, then screamed as she traced a finger down his chest, burning an angry red stripe.
Anikka held a hatchet in her hand, and twirled it about aimlessly. Soon. Soon her and her master�s plan would be in full order. The Guardians would fall, and Anikka�s team would be free to destroy them. Though she would play with her prey first, she decided. Erik seemed like such a promising candidate to be a darklighter.
A servant walked in. She threw the hatchet at him, nearly hitting him. He jumped back and looked at her with alarm and apology.
"You Dipshit! What�s your problem? I said that I wanted to be alone for a few hours!� She yelled.
�Mistress, I am sorry to bother you, but I have to pick out your evening outfit, and help you get ready for tonight.� he bowed to her.
�Oh, Slave, I forgive you. Of course you were just following orders�..come here.�
The young man approached her bed carefully, not wanting to receive a barrage of new punishment. He stopped three feet from the edge of Anikka�s large bed.
�Slave, don�t be afraid of Mistress, come closer.� He obeyed, and she drew out a sharp carbon steel spike and drove it into his leg, right in his groin area. The slave screamed in anguish and dropped to the floor, bleeding slightly.
�I wouldn�t take it out if I were you. I�m pretty sure that I hit a major vein.� She grinned wickedly.
Heath chose this exact second to come in her room. From earlier, he was still in all-black, but had changed his shirt.
�Master�� The slave murmured. Heath ignored the slave and pulled the hatchet out of the door, where it had stuck after Anikka threw it. The slave picked himself up and carefully made his way out of the room.
�Be careful to not bleed on my carpet!� Anikka yelled after him.
�Anna, Anna.� Heath said slowly, shaking his head. �Enjoying yourself, are we?�
�I�d enjoy it more if it was you I were torturing.� Grin again.
�In time. It�s only four-thirty. I need to ask you something.�
�Ask away, Heath, dear.�
�Why not simply go after and kill the guardians? We are much more powerful than them.�
�Ah�.� Anikka sat up and crossed her legs, Indian-style. She pushed a lock of brown-black hair from her face, and explained, �They are powerful. More so than us. Not in pure energy, but in comrades, friends, people who will assist them if they were in trouble. Michael alone is more powerful than you or I in that sense. They have friends. Many, Many allies that we cannot fight. My plan is to crush their empire of power. Without their allies, then we can defeat them. Understand, Heath?�
�Yes, thank you for clarifying that. At Ten?�
She smiled.
�At Ten.�
Anikka dressed and went downstairs into the main part of the underground city. Vampires were her main minions. As any fourth-grader knows, vampires can be killed with sunlight, fire, a wooden stake through the heart, or by beheading. She personally enjoyed the amount of torture one could inflict upon a vampire. Holy water was more volatile than wax was on a normal person; and vampires healed quickly.
Anikka did not dress as a �slut�. She was anything but one, by appearance. She wore a black lace and velvet, floor-length and bell-sleeved dress, her favorite boots, new rocks that she had gotten off a Londoner, and a vinyl vest with a large, stand-up collar and bat buckles in the front. Various rings, bracelets, and necklaces were wound about her throat and hands. Her walk was smooth and confident, predatory almost. Her face was impassive, and no-one knew it, but she hid a butterfly knife in the small of her back.
The club was as it always was. Loud, Humid, and Full of annoying people drinking liquor and smoking, desperately trying to look �cool�. She lounged over the edge of the VIP balcony where her and her team presided over the club�s activities each evening.
The city was a Haven for the evil that lurked in every shadow. Few humans dared to tread here. Most that were still human, planned on turning demon eventually anyways. The demonizing process wasn�t exactly a walk in the park, but the payoff�.well, let�s just say it got Anikka to where she now was. A proverbial princess of evil. A Darklighter-guardian mix, a beautiful blend of evil, bizarre, grotesque, and lovely. Six of them, Just like the Guardians of the light. Evil had made it�s own chess team. Someone to bring the light down. The team of dark guardians had been planned since the 1800�s, when the records of the past teams were obtained, and studied. Good never had to look for the team. It always found it�s way. Through studying of the records, Evil saw that it�s own team could be constructed, one much more powerful, but at the same time, incomplete. Good�s team contains God�s wonders. The powers that he used to shape the planet. And the Good Guardians wield them. Only one team at a time can exist. Now, with the advent of an evil team, Anikka and her group are leeching off the power stones, taking a little of the power for themselves. She would have to kill the real guardians in order for her team to come to full power.
She looked down at the gaggle of people dancing to the music spun by the DJ. Anikka yawned, this night was no different from any other. She turned the floor of the VIP room over to Rogan, since he enjoyed presiding over it so much. She headed down the stairs and picked up a drink at the bar. She didn't need liquor to dull her senses, so she got an orange Italian soda mixed with pomegranate juice. She bummed about the general area of the bar. Usually she looked about for a good victim, before moving in and taking him down. Bingo.
A tall guy with a headful of shaggy black hair, about at his ears. Bulletproof vest, cargo pants, goggles, and clunky boots. He wasn't dancing, but he was tapping his steel-toed boot to the music. Anikka couldn't see the color of his eyes, but she was sure they were brown. Common. Genetics and chance dictated that he was a normal human, trying desperately to be something, to be fascinating, to be one of the chosen few meant to make a difference in the history of the world.
Well he wasn't. But he could give one of the chosen few a couple of hours of pleasure.
Anikka made her way towards him. She sidled up next to him and got close to his ear.
"Hi." she said. It was loud in the club so she couldn't whisper like she enjoyed so much.
"Oh, wow, Hi." He said, looking at her. They were nearly even height, since Anikka was tall for a female.
"I'm Anikka."
"I'm David." Wow, mused Anikka, he didn't even bother to change his name.
"How are you doing tonight?"
"Good. You?"
"Great! I've got a VIP balcony and a room upstairs."
"Why are you down here then?"
"I saw you." Anikka took the shy turn. She lowered her eyes to his chest.
"Okay."
"Want to come up?" She looked at him with her large, dark eyes.
"Sure." The guy never gave it a second thought. Within the hour Anikka had convinced him to come to her room. Once in there, she stopped pretending. She unbuckled the sides of the vest and stuck her hands underneath his shirt. He didn't have a six-pack, but who did and wasn't already taken? A few more minutes, and both were stripped down to their underwear, which was a corset and garter set for Anikka, boxers for David. The were kissing on the bed when Anikka grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head into her crotch.
He tried to straighten back up, but she held him there until he got the idea. He carefully went down on her, slightly afraid of what Anikka might do to him if he stopped or didn't please her.
A knock at the door sounded and the messenger walked right in. David tried to remove his head from in between Anikka's legs. She closed them in on his head, holding him there.
�Did I tell you to stop?� She asked.
�No.�
She glared at him until he looked down, and then she released his head until he went back to what he was doing. The messenger held out a silver tray with a note on it. Anikka took it and leaned back to read it.
Her eyes flew over the paper.
�When can we be ready to go after it?� She said to the messenger.
�Two days.�
�You are dismissed.� the messenger left the room, closing the door behind him.
Anikka sat there a while longer, David attempting to illicit some type of response from her, but failing miserably. Finally, she grew bored of watching him try and lifted his head up.
�Hey, stupid.� She said, pausing for effect. �Use your whole mouth and kiss with it, not tap morse code, okay?� He was silent at her brash comment on his skills, so she just stuck his head back down. She smiled this time. Much better. She leaned her head back on the pillows , and arched her back a little.