Lilia’s Retribution

CHAPTER 1 10 years ago Lilia eyes open very weakly to the dim lighted room she finds herself in. She struggles to stand, her fragile limbs ever threatening to give up on her. She took in the scenery of her environment, it was entirely empty with the exception of a bed placed at the right corner of the room covered with white sheets. She takes note of the metal door, she walks weakly to it and tries to open it but her efforts are futile. Her knees finally give out as images of her parents’ demise fill her heart with dread and her eyes flood with what seems like a never ending fountain of tears. Hours pass by and she hears the hinges of the door cringe in protest as they open, her weakened stupor brings a lopsided grin to the lips of the blue eyed devil that turned her home to a s*******r house. Adrenaline feels her veins, encasing every fibre of her being. Anger and a taste of vengeance clouds her ability to think. She launches an attack against him and he strikes her squarely on her face and she falls to the ground immediately. He tosses some clothes to the floor along with some make up tools he came in with but she had not realized earlier. “Prepare yourself, I'll be back.” Present. “Lilia. Lilia,” Tobias calls, snapping her out of her painful trip to memory town. She looks at him apologetically. Tobias is a half blood vampire — a vampire with genes of a human. Unlike pure bloods, they have the ability to walk in the sun and their bloodlust is completely under control because of their compassionate human side. But half bloods cannot fully transform into their vampire because the beast takes control and reeks havoc on every man, woman and child, to prevent this from happening, each half blood wears a pendant of black blood stone around their neck which suppresses their terrifying beast. “What is it?” Lilia replies with a bored tone. “You haven't touched your food.” She immediately realises the truth of his words and then takes a few bites. “I'm done. Goodnight Tobias,” Tobias looks stunned. She hadn't eaten all day and here she says she's done after a few bites. “Don't do this to yourself, Lilia. You have to-” “Not tonight. Tobias please, not tonight,” She cuts knowing where this is leading to and probably how it's going to end. She stands and gives Tobias a nod before she makes her way out of the dining hall, up the stairs and into her bedroom. The decor in her room is as dim as the light in her life. Grey walls and grey sheets. It is not like she hates bright colours but none of them express who she is now. But the colour grey, it expresses her mood, her thoughts. A mixture of white and black, dark and light. This is who Lilia is now. Escaping her captors wasn't easy. Each night a different man would come and take her. She lost her will to fight them off. She submitted to the pleasure they wanted but she never for one second, lost the will to escape, to thrive and to have vengeance. Lilia built an estate for herself. She is a major dealer in construction. She is in direct contact with the Supreme leader. The leader she so wholeheartedly despises for being weak and not being able to defend his people. She hates him because all the while he was in his palace drinking the most costly of wines from the precious of glasses, his people perished fighting his wars. He is weakling, a coward and so clearly unfit to rule. Working with him has its perks however, she is able to gain contacts and spread her tentacles to the far regions of the werewolf community and beyond. She needs to gain enough allies in search for those devils. She needs allies not just in the werewolf community but also in the covens, the fairyland and vampire clans. The Lilia of ten years ago is not the same as the Lilia now. That Lilia was naive and weak. She believed no harm would come to her as long as she minded her business. What a fool she was. Lilia thought. This Lilia is much wiser. Her goal is set and her mind is focused. She is stronger and mightier. She is beautiful and she knows just how to use that. She has no love in her and she enjoyed that part of herself. It is the sole tool she needs to do what needs to be done when the end comes. Love and compassion blind the eyes and weakens you and ultimately leaves you in shreds. Lilia strips to her bra and panties and she stares at herself in the mirror. The need to be with someone gnawing within her. Without a second thought, she strides to her closet and picks out a seductive black gown. She puts it on and it hugs her body in all the right places and exposes some skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. She walks into the club and the music hits her eardrums. She meanders her way through the sweaty and colliding bodies that sway to the rhythm of the music. She makes her way to the bar and orders a scotch. She downs the liquid in one go, completely ignoring the burning sensation at the back of her throat. A hazel eyed man walks up to her and gains her attention by ordering another drink on her behalf to which she did not decline. “I'm Derek, what's your name again?” “I never told you.” She replies flatly. Derek looks stunned at her bluntness before he masks it quickly. “Let's do this again. I'm Derek, you are?” “Isabella,” Lilia lies as she sips the harsh liquid this time. Whenever she embarks on these ‘one night stands’ she never uses her real name. Each time, she picks a different name and then kills that personality. It's her way of ensuring that whatever this was, would not last beyond a night. “So what brings-” “Look, I know you want to f**k me and I want to f**k you too so let's just cut to chase and get a room, shall we? ” She spits bluntly. He smiles at her boldness and she rolls her eyes at his stupidity. They both make their way out of the club. She takes him in her car and drives to a hotel. They make their way to the room assigned to them and the moment they enter and shut the door, she rips his shirt and undo his trousers. He is as hard as rock. She takes all of him in her mouth. He tries to touch her head but she smacks him. She pushes him to the bed and seductively takes off her gown. “If you are not good I will walk out that door with your clothes and there is nothing you can do to stop me. You don't touch me unless I want you to. You are not the dominant one here, I am.” He nods to her terms. She undresses him completely and allows him to plant himself in her. Fulfilling her most dirtiest of desires. *** Lilia's heels smack the floor, announcing her arrival, as she strides through her hallway leading to her room. Tired and feeling every ache of her bones the only thing on her mind is sleep. She was awake throughout the night, taking all of her jock as many times as she could. Her core was completely sore but she didn't bother. All her life men took her till she was sore and continued to take her. She learned to swallow the pain and fight the tears. “Where have you been?” Tobias questions in a demanding tone. His voice halts her steps and she can feel how pissed he is. “Out!” she deadpans, her back still turned to him. Tobias signs, trying to curtail his ire. “Well, while you were out, we had a lead.” Her interest spikes and she turns to look at him. He has on a grey T-shirt and a black jeans with a black leather slippers. He always looks casual and completely edible. Lilia mentally scolds herself and wills herself to focus on the meaning of the words that just effortlessly came out of his mouth. “What lead?” “We found one of the men who took you, ” He says “Where is he?” Her tone, deadly enough to make anyone's skin crawl but Tobias seems unfazed. “He's in France,” he states dryly “What are you going to do?” She turns and continues on her path to her room completely ignoring Tobias's question or also it seems till “Pack your bags. We are going to France.”