LOVE IN REVENGE

Episode two

"I am from Silverblade," I responded.

“Whoa! Why haven't I seen you around before now?” the Luna further asked.

I kept mute for a while; I couldn't tell her the truth, nor was I able to figure out a better lie.

“Well, for some personal reasons, I am not an outgoing person," I responded, hoping that it could do justice to the question.

"Well, Ariana, there are more persons that are from a well-known family among those girls, and I can't choose a stranger over them," she stated.

Those words came as a dagger that pierced my heart. For a moment, pain ran through my body. Not getting the medium to avenge my parents felt like losing them all over again. I felt the strong urge to do something about it.

"Please, ma, I really need this job to survive," I said with tears streaming down my face.

“Why so?” She curiously asked. “I am an orphan who dropped out of school to work in order to feed; please, I need to work and have enough savings in order to be able to finish my education," I added with tears flowing down my cheeks uncontrollably.

I could sense pity on her face; therefore, I continued hard with tears and pleas.

“Alright, I will give you one chance. You will have to go into the kitchen and prepare a meal for me. If you can satisfy me, I will hire you as my personal cook," she said.

To be honest, I didn't know how to cook, but I couldn't just let the opportunity go without a fight. “Thank you, ma; I am most grateful; I promise I will put in my best to satisfy you," I responded in joy.

“I got into the kitchen; my mind was ruminating all over it. I knew I had to cook something that is native to Mina, and all I could think of is a particular meal my mom used to cook. Although I had never cooked the meal before, I had watched my mother cook it several times. I checked the fridge and brought out all the spices that I needed to cook the meal, and I did prepare it. I took the food to her, hoping that she would like it. I watched her as she took the first spoon. She paused for a while with her mouth wide open. “I guess I am done for," I told myself.

“Where did you learn how to prepare this?” She asked.

“From my late mother," I replied.

“You are hired; from now on, you will cook my meals," she said.

Although I didn't know what she liked about the soup, nor did I know how to cook other dishes to continue with the impression, I was happy because within a week I must have finished up with my business in the packhouse.

“When do I start work?” I asked.

“You can go get your things and resume here immediately," she responded with a lavish smile on her face.

“Alright then, I will return very early tomorrow morning," I responded with a smile on my face.

As I giggled out, it felt like I was almost close to achieving my dream, and it was a huge relieve on my nerves. I thanked the security man whom I met earlier and shared the news with him. He was very happy for me.

I called Festus, who drove down once more to pick me up. “Kira! Happiness is written all over your face; did you finally kill the Alpha? Festus asked me.

I narrated all that has happened to him.

“Just see how happy you are getting yourself into the pack house. Imagine the joy you will feel when you finally avenge your parents," he told me.

I paused and thought of it for a while. I have no other ambition other than killing Maxwell and his family.

“Maybe the day I kill Maxwell will be the beginning of my life," I responded.

“Well, you can start by taking his mother's life; I am sure he will be broken by that," he commented.

“I will break Maxwell pierce by pierce, but I won't start with the mom," I stated.

Festus eyed me in surprise and asked, “Why so? She is probably the most important person in his life," Festus asked.

“Yes, but I am in that house right now because of her, and that means that I need her till I get what I want," I responded.

“If you say so, but please just be careful," he warned, and then gave me that warm smile.

Festus has been my childhood friend since the day I arrived in Washington. He also lost his parents at an early age and was adopted by my uncle to cheer me up when I became introverted as a result of the pain losing my parents brought.

That evening, I told the boys I was leaving for the packhouse, and they should be on the lookout for my message as I intend to probably get my work done within a week. They were all sad, including Greg.

“Your uncle told me you are one of the best assassins in the world right now; why do you need to be in the packhouse before you could kill a man?" Greg said, yelling at me.

For a moment, I couldn't understand what was going on with him. We are not friends.

“I have killed people quietly; do you know the method I used in eliminating them? Why do you even care? We are no friends,” I responded, lashing out at him too.

“You really don't remember who I am?” He said, emotionally. With tears flowing down his cheeks.

I couldn't help but feel his emotion; as far as I could remember, I didn't have amnesia; I remember my past very well.

“I don't know who you are," I responded.

“You didn't remember us playing in the woods and in the packhouse when we were younger; you didn't remember us sleeping and waking up together in your room?” He asked.

It was becoming impossible to understand. I did remember everyone from my past, most especially Maxwell, the face I can't forget even if I have amnesia.

“I think you have a problem; sort it out and don't involve me in your twisted life and lonely life," I responded in confusion.

“Here I am loving you, but you couldn't even remember who I am anymore. Here I am serving your uncle, hoping you will get your revenge soonest so we can start a life together," he said, with a load of emotions in his eyes and tears flowing down his eyes.

I looked around and saw everyone's mouth wide open. The words got to them as much as they got to me.

His reddish eyes and stream of tears made me more confused. I do not want to believe I have any medical or psychological condition because the more I think about it, the more I realize that I couldn't remember any of the children I played with when I was still in Mina. However, I didn't allow it to divert my attention from my main goal.

I walked out from the table sobbing. If I can't remember some important people in my life anymore, it was because of Maxwell, and soon he will pay dearly for what he had made me go through. I was still in my thoughts when I heard my phone ring. I picked it, and it was the voice of my uncle.

“Hello Kira, how have you been?” He asked.

I have missed my uncle, but the earlier I get the job done, the earlier I could return to him.

“I'm fine, how about you?” I responded.

“Well, your old man is surviving," he stated.

“Greg told me you plan on moving into the packhouse as a maid. I didn't train you up as a maid but as a woman who can raise her shoulders high and get what she wants, he stated.

“That bastard," I blurted.

“Pardon!” He uttered.

“No, uncle. I am only going to be there for a week, and I promise you I will conclude it all before the week elapses, I said.

“You should be careful; you are all I got," he stated with so much emotion.

“I will, sir; in a week this will all be over," I responded.

The following morning, I hugged the boys, including Greg. I could feel his pain; therefore, I held him in the hand.

“I am sorry I couldn't remember you, but I promise once I am done, we will discuss it, and you will tell me all about our childhood.” I told him.

He smiled at me, hugged me, and said, “I can't wait for us to return back to how we were.”

I returned to the packhouse and settled into one of the rooms that Luna Lara had shown me.

I dressed in the servant's shirt and then decided to start my assignment by fixing my eyes in the Alpha's chambers. “First I will know the people that are dear to him and take them out one after the other," I told myself.

I serve Luna Lara another meal, something different from the one I cooked the previous day.

“Who are you? Why does your food taste like my family's traditional meal, and why does your voice sound familiar?" she asked after tasting the food.

I was so hooked by those questions that I didn't know how to answer them. Therefore, I remain mute.

Who thought you these ditches?” She further asked.

To be honest, no one taught me the recipes; I just saw the recipes in the fridge, and something within me told me to add them together.

“My mother," I grudgingly responded to her question.

“Who is your mother? What is her name?” She further asked.

This last question threw me off balance. I can't tell her my mother's name because she is likely to recall her name being that we are a family of Alpha.