Chapter 22 - Don't Break The Rules Little One.

"Break a rule and we'll break your head."

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I groaned softly. Pain shot throughout my body. It was clear to me, that my muscles were sore. However. What would I have done, to cause the soreness to happen in the first place? Groggily, I opened my eyes. From the curtains to my right, bright light streamed into my room.

The light made me understand that it was morning. How I got into my bed, I didn't know. I wanted to go back to bed, but I couldn't. I was too wide awake to do so. I growled in annoyance as I hopped out of bed. I walked over to my right. I ripped the curtains open.

I winced as the sunlight was too bright for my eyes. I looked downwards, noticing I was still in the clothes from last night. I didn't care about my appearance. I suppose you could say I couldn't care about anything, truthfully. I flinched as I covered my ears with my hands, my ears were hurting as I could hear very loud screaming from downstairs.

I left my bedroom in a rush, slamming the door shut in the process as I was fucking annoyed.

And trust me, an annoyed Mika is a dangerous Mika.

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Ask me and I would say that being royally fucking pissed would be the newest thing that would be trending in this house! "Get back here!" I roared, as I giggled darkly. I grabbed the wrist of a boy of at least fifteen years of age, twisting his elbow behind him.

"L-Let me go please!" He sputtered out, I giggled again. I held the boy's arm tight and slid my left hand around his neck. His chin tilted up as I tightened my grip. I felt his breath on my hand. "Let me think, I might take that into consideration, young man. Ah, yes indeed I have. The answer is no." I said, whispering in his ear as with each and every second that passed. My grip on him tightened.

He swallowed carefully. If you're wondering why I did this, its because I heard this little shit talk about my so called perfect family. Thus, because of that. He broke a rule.

NEVER TALK A WORD ABOUT MY FAMILY IN MY HOUSE.

''You little bastard! What did I tell you about talking, whispering or even thinking about MY family?!" I yelled. With each and every passing second, my grip on him tightened even more. I awaited his answer. "I-I-I-I didn't mean too! I-I-I am terribly sorry ma'am! I a-apologise!" He choked out, wheezing for air.

This caused me to chuckle darkly. I heard the heavy doors of the living room fling open. I only had to move my head a little, just to see dearest sister storm into the room. She sent heated glares our way. As I would only 'smile' at her.

"I'm in a shitty mood. So this better not waste my time. I'll only say this once. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT ALL ABOUT?!" She snapped, making her appearance in front of us two. The tension in the room thickened, fast.

"The little kid here had the nerves to break the rules." I spoke in a low yet tense voice. My fangs shot forth, as I giggled once again. Mika's eyes widened as a dark expression crossed her face.

"I must say... Brave one, don't you think? Sister dearest? Nice... Tsk." She said as her eyebrows rose and a smile cracked her lips. The boy's lip started to tremble as he burst into tears, yelling. "I'm SORRY! P-P-Please DON'T HURT ME! I will n-never SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN! PL-PLE-PLEASE LET ME GO! Please! I'm begging you!"

At his outburst I threw my head back, as I crackled up with laughter. Without so much as a warning, our dear Mika turned towards him, slamming her fist into the middle of the little boy's stomatch. A muffled 'OUF' and cough came from his lips as he dropped to his knees.

He started panting horrible, gasping for air. As little coughs would leave his parted lips. Blood spattered onto the floor.  "Weak..." My sister spat as she wrapped her arms around his neck. As she did that, I pulled out a scalpel from my pocket. I smiled warmly while dragging the blade across his face. My sister smiled wickedly.

The boy cried out for anyone except US who could come and save him. It only caused  us to grin wider, laugh louder and smile happier. "Now, now... Little one, what is your name?" My sister asked, whispering in his ear.

The louder he screamed, the faster I cut him. He sobbed softly, as I watched the blood run down his cheeks like a small creek. The only sounds filling the room were his screams and the sound of the blood dripping to the floor like a leaking faucet.
"I said, what is your name?! Little one! Answer me!" My sister shouted, causing the boy to wince.

"C-C-Cole.." He stuttered. My sister threw her head back, laughing sadistically. I leaned in close just to smell the blood seeping through the cuts on his face. I felt my grip on sanity slipping. I could hear his panicking heartbeat throb though his veins. My sister leaned in and pressed her lips against against his ear whispering, "Now, now. Cole, will you make the same mistake again?"

She whispered darkly as she giggled. "N-No ma'am!"
He cried out trembling in fear. "Why such a sad face?" I said pouting, as I lifted his chin using my thumb and index finger. I smiled creepily.

Before he could say anything, let alone do anything, I put the small blade in his mouth, moving it so that both ends touched either the top and bottom lip. I  dragged the knife up to make him appear like he was grinning from ear to ear, giving Cole a perfect chelsea grin. He screamed while me and my sister laughed at him.

We stopped laughing when we heard a loud gasp. I turned my head and my eyes met those of terrified ones. Terrified, hazel, coloured, ones. It was one of the servants, her name being Claire. She's a young one, around fourteen years of age, I believe.

I didn't see her around much. "I-I-I!" The girl froze like a statue, her eyes fixated on us. She became pale, the moment her eyes landed on what we were doing. A smile crept up onto my face, as Mika smirked. "Come here, now." Mika ordered in a tough voice. "Yes m-ma'am.."

She hesitated at first but, she knew there was no saving her now. She walked towards us as I giggled. I clapped my hands. "C'mon, join the party!" I smiled warmly at her as I handed the scalpel to her. "Wh-what do I do with this ma'am?"

She asked me in a confused, yet frightened tone of voice, which only caused me to giggle like a maniac. "What do you do with it, you ask? My, my. You finish him off, of course." I whispered, the corner of my lip raised up. I chuckled as Claire dropped the scalpel, her eyes widening. "N-No! W-What?!"

Due to her sudden outburst, Mika jumped up from the ground, as she flashed in front of her quickly, gripping her chin. She spoke in a low voice. "You know, your brother looks a lot like you. Perhaps you would like us to invite him here too? I mean, the more the merrier. Right?"

She said as she grinned sadistically, her sharp fangs glimmering in the light as she spoke. "No! P-please! I-I.. He's all that I have left!" Claire choked out, as she took a step back, away from us. She quickly picked up the small blade and she turned around, to face the little boy crying his eyes out.

"I-I-I'm really sorry! Please understand! M-my brother! I can't!" Her hands shook as tears cascaded down her pale cheeks. She pointed the scalpel toward his chest. With a single directional thrust, the blade penetrated his neck, slitting his artery and his throat in the process.

The boy attempted to scream but the only thing that came out of his air tube was blood. Mika giggled as she patted Claire's head softly. "Good girl, beautiful technique.'' She spoke calmly. Claire fell on her knees, immediately letting out little cries. My face retorted into that of a scowl.

"Get someone to clean this mess up. And you'd better get this mess cleaned up, fast!" Was all that I said to her as Mika and I left the living room.

Laughing happily...
Giggling like kids...
And most of all...
The images of blood flashing in front of our eyes...
Left us wanting for more...