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Black Widow
3 ReviewsWhy, Reulyan? Why do you say that you love me? It is infatuation, just like it was with all the others. I remember them all so clearly, and it hurts me.
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Disclaimer: Well, this entire story is mine, which may not be a good thing...
Why, Reulyan? Why do you say that you love me? It is infatuation, just like it was with all the others. I remember them all so clearly, and it hurts me.
The first partner I had was when I was very young, and I developed an attraction towards a young man named Caleon. I still remember the sweet words he whispered to me. Now they are poison, and I wish to be rid of them, but I cannot forget.
"Will it always be this way?" I had asked him as he held me close, his silvery blonde hair blowing in the cool breeze.
"You never know, Amata, but do not fear. I'll always remember you..." That was what he said before pressing his lips against mine. I was so innocent, and did not realise that I was being used. For he tricked me, blinded me with words like honey and tender kisses.
I walked to his home and eagerly opened the door, ready to surprise him. But I was the one surprised. He was feverishly kissing a woman that was not I, and she was kissing him back. I just stood there, my heart shattering into a million pieces as he betrayed me. I stumbled back a step and he was alerted to my presence. They pulled apart, and the look on his face was one of shock and guilt. I just turned on my heel and fled, running as fast as my shaking body would allow. I can still feel the hot tears streaking down my face, but even more I can feel the anger. The burning rage that consumed me, and made me desire to punish him and hurt him like he had hurt me.
That anger consumed me, Reulyan, and later I went back to his house, but not empty-handed. I would not lose again. I stalked in and saw him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. He looked up at me and smiled. Why did he smile? How could he? He appeared relieved to see me, but nervous.
"Amata, I-" he began, but I cut him off.
"Don't even try to make excuses! I saw you, Caleon. I saw you with her!" I had screamed, the fury inside me becoming too much.
"Please, darling. I love you! I made a mistake," he cried.
"You love me? How can you say that now? How dare you! And you sure as hell did make a mistake, as did I, in trusting you. But you won't be making a mistake like that ever again!" I remember the shock and fear in his eyes as I revealed the dagger that I had taken with me. The dagger that would soon gleam with the red of his blood.
"Calm down, Amata," he said, standing up. He was unarmed, his sword was across the room, and he was completely at my mercy.
"You're going to pay for what you did, darling," I hissed, "I have you right where I want you, and you're going to regret every kiss you gave me."
I can still feel the blood on my hands from that night. It was the first time I had ever killed, first time I had truly destroyed something, and it felt so good. I was the one who had decided whether he would live or die. He had had no choice or power over me, and I killed him swiftly. I was inexperienced in such matters, so I just drove my blade though his worthless heart. The crimson blood stained my clothes as the knife clattered to the floor, and his limp body fell to my feet. His blue eyes were open and glassy, and I sneered and laughed. Who was the powerful one now? In our relationship he had always been dominant, but now he was helpless. Now I was in charge.
The second man who was with me was amusing and fun to be around, but still, he eventually had to go. His name was Matlal. I will always remember him for his eyes. I liked looking into them. They were a dark green colour with tiny flecks of blue that seemed to show everything he felt, and observed all around him.
I wanted to go to a concert, and he refused to come with me, which made me angry, though I let it go at the time. I attempted to buy a new horse, but he told me that I was being ridiculous, as I already had one. But the third time he refused ended it all.
"Look at that sword!" I exclaimed as we walked through the market, avoiding tripping over the children milling about.
"It is a fine weapon, I agree," he chuckled, smiling at me.
"I think I will buy it," I said thoughtfully, considering training with it.
"Amata, don't you think that you're a bit... weak to handle a weapon like that?" he asked, not understanding the anger that he had woken inside me with that comment. I am by no means weak.
"What do you mean by that?" I snapped, giving him an icy glare with the hazel eyes that he continually told me are beautiful.
"Well, sweetheart, you're a woman," he stated bluntly.
"So because I am a woman, I am too weak to defend myself? Because I am a woman, I always need a man to watch over me?" I snarled. I saw him gulp at my anger, and he fumbled with his words.
"No, I don't mean it like that..." he trailed off, leaving me without a proper answer. That made me more furious than ever, and I visualized his blood on my hands. That was when I decided.
"If you say so. Look, honey, I'm not feeling very well. Meet me back at my house in ten minutes, in case I need your help with something," I said, containing my anger. He had crossed the line, and I wanted revenge.
As I walked back to my home, I felt a smirk beginning to grow on my lips. My heart was beating faster with excitement and nervousness. If I messed up, I would be arrested or hurt. I remember thinking that I would be neither, and luckily, I was right.
Matlal walked into my home for the last few minutes of his pointless life, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. That twinkle soon disappeared as I showed him just how dangerous I could be with a weapon. The knife I used was the same one I had used for the first kill. Matlal's death was messy, but worth it, and he got what he deserved. I remember his pleading apologies between begging for mercy, but best of all, I remember his screams of agony as I slashed his skin apart. The knife, once again, was stained with the red blood of a destroyed lover. It hurts, Reulyan, to remember what Matlal said to me. He hurt me, and made me angry, so I had no other choice but to dispose of him.
The third man was called Tarmalon, and I found him sweet at first. But his personality got too annoying for me to handle. He worshipped the ground I walked on, quite literally. He was too feminine for my liking, and very clingy, so obviously I had no use for him.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured into my ear as we walked down the pretty garden path. "You hair is like chocolate, and your eyes... I cannot describe your lovely hazel eyes. You have the lips of an angel, the figure of a goddess and the most stunning face..." He kissed me gently on the lips and rubbed my hand, staring into my eyes. We had only been together for a few months, yet he looked like he was ready to marry me. He should have known he did not truly love me; he would have, if he had looked deep inside himself. But he seemed convinced that I would be his forever.
"Thank you, Tarmalon, you are very handsome," I replied, my irritation at his flattery rising. I had lost track of how many times he had told me how lovely I am. Is that all he sees? A beautiful woman? Does he not see who I am inside? But I know he does not. He only sees who I want him to see, and that is the person I say I am. My two previous lovers hurt me with their cruelty, so I hide.
"I love your hands, you know? They are so elegant," Tarmalon said sweetly. He was just aggravating me more with his compliments, and I was getting to the point where I didn't want him anymore.
"How kind of you to say so," I said, smiling sweetly at him. If he had really loved me, he would have known that that smile was forced.
"And your fingernails are rounded to perfection," he continued. That did it. He was talking about my fingernails? I had to get him away from me, and I knew exactly how to do it. It would be a les bloody death than the last two, for I did not want blood, but it would be painful.
I led him over to a little bench located underneath a tree that was next to the river. My plan would be perfect, if I could convince him to let go of my hand for more than a few minutes.
"You sit here, and I will go and find us something to drink," I said, smiling innocently. He very reluctantly let go of my hand and sat down, watching me with dark eyes as I walked away. There was a small town nearby that I headed towards, knowing exactly what I needed.
I wandered into the little shop on the corner of the road and could not help but smile. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was about to take my lover's life. I found what I wanted on the shelves in the corner. Rat poison, but not of the normal kind. This poison was made to exterminate the huge rats that had been plaguing many farmers' stocks. I bought it form the unsuspecting shopkeeper, and walked out again, searching for the next stall I needed. I found it easily. It was a stall that sold freshly made beverages, and I bought two drinks, for obvious reasons. For myself, I bought a freshly squeezed orange juice, but for Tarmalon, I bought an expensive concoction of alcohol and the juices of different berries.
Once I was away from the town, but still out of Tarmalon's sight, I sat down and ground the rat poison into powder, before tipping it into his drink. It dissolved, and I smirked. It was a highly concentrated poison, and I had just used a whole jar of it on him.
I stood again and walked back to him, grinning as I handed him his cup. He grinned back, and the stupid fool drank it. I could tell he liked it, even though he commented on a strange taste in it. I did not tell him that what he tasted in there would be the death of him.
After half an hour of impatient waiting on my part, Tarmalon's face began to pale. The poison was fast once it got into one's blood stream, by the looks of it, and to my great satisfaction. He began making choking sounds, and a little blood trickled out of his mouth.
"What is happening to me?" he struggled to say. I smirked at him and leaned in close so that our noses were nearly touching.
"You did not expect any of this to happen, did you?" I asked, looking into his terrified eyes as he choked and spluttered, struggling to breathe. "I did this to you."
His eyes widened after I said it, and my smirk grew. His eyes were bulging out of his head as his air supply was cut off.
"You are too soft for my taste, so I decided to get rid of you, just like the others. But your death will be different. I fed you poison," I hissed. His mouth opened and closed, his limbs flailed, and then he was still. I left him lying there, dead, cold, on that bench.
I thought that no more men would chase me after that, but then you came, Reulyan. You came along and once again I was faced with an infatuated man. Know this, if I tire of you, you will die. But take comfort, Reulyan. You were not the first, and you certainly won't be the last.
Disclaimer: Well, this entire story is mine, which may not be a good thing...
Why, Reulyan? Why do you say that you love me? It is infatuation, just like it was with all the others. I remember them all so clearly, and it hurts me.
The first partner I had was when I was very young, and I developed an attraction towards a young man named Caleon. I still remember the sweet words he whispered to me. Now they are poison, and I wish to be rid of them, but I cannot forget.
"Will it always be this way?" I had asked him as he held me close, his silvery blonde hair blowing in the cool breeze.
"You never know, Amata, but do not fear. I'll always remember you..." That was what he said before pressing his lips against mine. I was so innocent, and did not realise that I was being used. For he tricked me, blinded me with words like honey and tender kisses.
I walked to his home and eagerly opened the door, ready to surprise him. But I was the one surprised. He was feverishly kissing a woman that was not I, and she was kissing him back. I just stood there, my heart shattering into a million pieces as he betrayed me. I stumbled back a step and he was alerted to my presence. They pulled apart, and the look on his face was one of shock and guilt. I just turned on my heel and fled, running as fast as my shaking body would allow. I can still feel the hot tears streaking down my face, but even more I can feel the anger. The burning rage that consumed me, and made me desire to punish him and hurt him like he had hurt me.
That anger consumed me, Reulyan, and later I went back to his house, but not empty-handed. I would not lose again. I stalked in and saw him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. He looked up at me and smiled. Why did he smile? How could he? He appeared relieved to see me, but nervous.
"Amata, I-" he began, but I cut him off.
"Don't even try to make excuses! I saw you, Caleon. I saw you with her!" I had screamed, the fury inside me becoming too much.
"Please, darling. I love you! I made a mistake," he cried.
"You love me? How can you say that now? How dare you! And you sure as hell did make a mistake, as did I, in trusting you. But you won't be making a mistake like that ever again!" I remember the shock and fear in his eyes as I revealed the dagger that I had taken with me. The dagger that would soon gleam with the red of his blood.
"Calm down, Amata," he said, standing up. He was unarmed, his sword was across the room, and he was completely at my mercy.
"You're going to pay for what you did, darling," I hissed, "I have you right where I want you, and you're going to regret every kiss you gave me."
I can still feel the blood on my hands from that night. It was the first time I had ever killed, first time I had truly destroyed something, and it felt so good. I was the one who had decided whether he would live or die. He had had no choice or power over me, and I killed him swiftly. I was inexperienced in such matters, so I just drove my blade though his worthless heart. The crimson blood stained my clothes as the knife clattered to the floor, and his limp body fell to my feet. His blue eyes were open and glassy, and I sneered and laughed. Who was the powerful one now? In our relationship he had always been dominant, but now he was helpless. Now I was in charge.
The second man who was with me was amusing and fun to be around, but still, he eventually had to go. His name was Matlal. I will always remember him for his eyes. I liked looking into them. They were a dark green colour with tiny flecks of blue that seemed to show everything he felt, and observed all around him.
I wanted to go to a concert, and he refused to come with me, which made me angry, though I let it go at the time. I attempted to buy a new horse, but he told me that I was being ridiculous, as I already had one. But the third time he refused ended it all.
"Look at that sword!" I exclaimed as we walked through the market, avoiding tripping over the children milling about.
"It is a fine weapon, I agree," he chuckled, smiling at me.
"I think I will buy it," I said thoughtfully, considering training with it.
"Amata, don't you think that you're a bit... weak to handle a weapon like that?" he asked, not understanding the anger that he had woken inside me with that comment. I am by no means weak.
"What do you mean by that?" I snapped, giving him an icy glare with the hazel eyes that he continually told me are beautiful.
"Well, sweetheart, you're a woman," he stated bluntly.
"So because I am a woman, I am too weak to defend myself? Because I am a woman, I always need a man to watch over me?" I snarled. I saw him gulp at my anger, and he fumbled with his words.
"No, I don't mean it like that..." he trailed off, leaving me without a proper answer. That made me more furious than ever, and I visualized his blood on my hands. That was when I decided.
"If you say so. Look, honey, I'm not feeling very well. Meet me back at my house in ten minutes, in case I need your help with something," I said, containing my anger. He had crossed the line, and I wanted revenge.
As I walked back to my home, I felt a smirk beginning to grow on my lips. My heart was beating faster with excitement and nervousness. If I messed up, I would be arrested or hurt. I remember thinking that I would be neither, and luckily, I was right.
Matlal walked into my home for the last few minutes of his pointless life, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. That twinkle soon disappeared as I showed him just how dangerous I could be with a weapon. The knife I used was the same one I had used for the first kill. Matlal's death was messy, but worth it, and he got what he deserved. I remember his pleading apologies between begging for mercy, but best of all, I remember his screams of agony as I slashed his skin apart. The knife, once again, was stained with the red blood of a destroyed lover. It hurts, Reulyan, to remember what Matlal said to me. He hurt me, and made me angry, so I had no other choice but to dispose of him.
The third man was called Tarmalon, and I found him sweet at first. But his personality got too annoying for me to handle. He worshipped the ground I walked on, quite literally. He was too feminine for my liking, and very clingy, so obviously I had no use for him.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured into my ear as we walked down the pretty garden path. "You hair is like chocolate, and your eyes... I cannot describe your lovely hazel eyes. You have the lips of an angel, the figure of a goddess and the most stunning face..." He kissed me gently on the lips and rubbed my hand, staring into my eyes. We had only been together for a few months, yet he looked like he was ready to marry me. He should have known he did not truly love me; he would have, if he had looked deep inside himself. But he seemed convinced that I would be his forever.
"Thank you, Tarmalon, you are very handsome," I replied, my irritation at his flattery rising. I had lost track of how many times he had told me how lovely I am. Is that all he sees? A beautiful woman? Does he not see who I am inside? But I know he does not. He only sees who I want him to see, and that is the person I say I am. My two previous lovers hurt me with their cruelty, so I hide.
"I love your hands, you know? They are so elegant," Tarmalon said sweetly. He was just aggravating me more with his compliments, and I was getting to the point where I didn't want him anymore.
"How kind of you to say so," I said, smiling sweetly at him. If he had really loved me, he would have known that that smile was forced.
"And your fingernails are rounded to perfection," he continued. That did it. He was talking about my fingernails? I had to get him away from me, and I knew exactly how to do it. It would be a les bloody death than the last two, for I did not want blood, but it would be painful.
I led him over to a little bench located underneath a tree that was next to the river. My plan would be perfect, if I could convince him to let go of my hand for more than a few minutes.
"You sit here, and I will go and find us something to drink," I said, smiling innocently. He very reluctantly let go of my hand and sat down, watching me with dark eyes as I walked away. There was a small town nearby that I headed towards, knowing exactly what I needed.
I wandered into the little shop on the corner of the road and could not help but smile. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was about to take my lover's life. I found what I wanted on the shelves in the corner. Rat poison, but not of the normal kind. This poison was made to exterminate the huge rats that had been plaguing many farmers' stocks. I bought it form the unsuspecting shopkeeper, and walked out again, searching for the next stall I needed. I found it easily. It was a stall that sold freshly made beverages, and I bought two drinks, for obvious reasons. For myself, I bought a freshly squeezed orange juice, but for Tarmalon, I bought an expensive concoction of alcohol and the juices of different berries.
Once I was away from the town, but still out of Tarmalon's sight, I sat down and ground the rat poison into powder, before tipping it into his drink. It dissolved, and I smirked. It was a highly concentrated poison, and I had just used a whole jar of it on him.
I stood again and walked back to him, grinning as I handed him his cup. He grinned back, and the stupid fool drank it. I could tell he liked it, even though he commented on a strange taste in it. I did not tell him that what he tasted in there would be the death of him.
After half an hour of impatient waiting on my part, Tarmalon's face began to pale. The poison was fast once it got into one's blood stream, by the looks of it, and to my great satisfaction. He began making choking sounds, and a little blood trickled out of his mouth.
"What is happening to me?" he struggled to say. I smirked at him and leaned in close so that our noses were nearly touching.
"You did not expect any of this to happen, did you?" I asked, looking into his terrified eyes as he choked and spluttered, struggling to breathe. "I did this to you."
His eyes widened after I said it, and my smirk grew. His eyes were bulging out of his head as his air supply was cut off.
"You are too soft for my taste, so I decided to get rid of you, just like the others. But your death will be different. I fed you poison," I hissed. His mouth opened and closed, his limbs flailed, and then he was still. I left him lying there, dead, cold, on that bench.
I thought that no more men would chase me after that, but then you came, Reulyan. You came along and once again I was faced with an infatuated man. Know this, if I tire of you, you will die. But take comfort, Reulyan. You were not the first, and you certainly won't be the last.
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