Some people were born to fight and never had a chance to be soft. It wasn't because that we were born strong, we were just among the unlucky ones trying to survive life. Those people were me.

At three years old I had blood scatter across my face, my own mother's. I could still feel it dripping down from my cheek to my neck but I never said anything about it. I wasn't allowed to cry or even mourn. He said it would have made me weak. I couldn't effort to be weak.

A few years after that girls my age played with their dolls, dressing up as princesses and went to school. I killed for the first time. I had my blood on my hands. I believed it was normal, as long as father was proud of me. Teenage years arrived, I got even worse. I never washed the blood off of my hands. I got used to it, killing was a job I had to do as an heiress and a mafia princess.

Adulthood entered, blood burned my skin like wild fire and murders stained my soul. I said nothing about it because deep down I knew I enjoyed it. He had succeeded. I was a complete monster ready to be at his service any time and any hour.

Fate was cruel but what I could I say life had always been unfair. It wasn't fair that I was born with fire in my blood and steels as my bone, facing trails after trails, got broken, and damaged in countless ways but I got through it all.

I was born to kill and I was going to kill every last one of his men, those who didn't pick to be on my side.

My dress was torn in half, covered in fresh metallic blood, standing barefoot in the middle of the room holding a gun in my hand and another clutching a dagger. The grand ballroom was turned upside down into a bloodbath as his men fought mine creating chaos in every corners.

I jumped on the man rushing toward me, grabbing his neck and slit his throat with the dagger in my hand. Another one came in, this time I fired my gun making him dropped dead on the ground beside my feet. My eyes drifted to the corner of the room, Rose Mary stood against the wall, her eyes watered up in tears and hand clutching her stomach in pain. It was then when I remembered Madeline hitting her pregnant belly and my heart skipped a bit. No matter how bitchy she was, the baby didn't deserve this. So, I gestured to one of my men to go help her.

The fight went on, bullets flying over our heads, knife being thrown, and fighting became more aggressive as time passed. My lips burst, blood dripping as he threw another punch at me. Grunting in pain, I caught his fist and threw a punch in his stomach making him stumbled back. The man stroke up back into his feet as soon as he hit the ground ready to fight me again when his blood spattered on my face before he dropped dead on the ground, revealing my friend, Rudrika's swollen face holding a gun in her hand.

" We will take care of this. Go find that bastard. " she said and I nodded my head.

I ran across the room, dodging and fighting my way out to the hallway. Dead bodies laying everywhere covering the ground of the mansion, blood dripping down the wall and on the floor. Metallic smell lingered in the air. The Petrov's mansion had officially became a war zone and the leader was no where to be found.

What a great king.

" I know you would be here, hiding on your throne as always while your people fight to death for you. Quite pathetic really. No wonder why your brother didn't let you take over. " I chuckled walking up to Damien.

He sat still devouring his expensive champagne without a care in the world. He was trying not to show me emotions but I could see fear glinting in his eyes as he looked at me.

" You look horrid, my dear. Blood looks divine on you. " he complimented raising his glass.

" Take a seat and have a drinks with me for old time sake. " he gestured to the seat in front of him.

I walked there slowly, my eyes trained on him as he brought an empty glass out of his drawer and put it on the table. I took the seat and he slid the bottle of champagne toward me, nodding his head for me to help myself. I wrapped my fingers around the bottle raising it off the table and looked back at him.

" I'm in no mood for drinks. " I grunted, smashing the bottle over his head.

I stood a few feet away from him, hand swirling the wine glass Tanisha brought for me. I watched his unconscious body with a smile on my face. He was there on his throne, tied up with my chain under my mercy.

I jerked my head toward and Tanisha poured water over his head waking him up before she left the room, giving us some father and daughter's time.

" How should we start this? How should the greatest coward of all time, Damien Petrov, die? "

I murmured softly caressing the torture weapon Tanisha had brought into the room. My fingers brushed across the cold silver of blades in all shapes and sizes. I wondered which one would he like better. The smallest one caught my eyes and I grinned as I grabbed it from the table.

Walking back to him, I raised the one I had chosen up and waved it in front of his face. Damien looked away not saying a word to me still. I huffed in annoyance before taking another step forward, standing right in front of him. I grabbed his bald head and started slicing into his skin. I felt the end of my blade touched the bone of his skull, sending pleasure down my spine. He grunted in pain as I did my job.

" Look I marked you. written across your forehead in your own blood. Do you want to take a look at it? I can give you a mirror. " I shrugged smiling at me.

Getting no response I scoffed, grabbing the mirror anyways but I didn't give to him. I smashed it across his face spattering his blood all over me.

" You fucking bitch. " he hissed spatting blood out of his mouth.

I grinned in satisfaction seeing him in pain, blood oozed out of his head showering his whole body in red substance drenching his thousand dollars suit. Dropping the blade to the ground, I walked back to the table and grabbed a butcher. He looked between the tool and I before raising his eyebrow, grinning at me like a psychopath he was.

" You were born a monster. I always knew you have it in you still, the killer in your blood running through your vein. " he smirked, jerking his head up laughing liked a maniac.

I felt my blood boiling, fire burning my bones, and my head clouded with rage. How dare he called me that when he was the one who made me like this. Grabbing both of his hands, I put them on the same desk he always worked at, where he demanded me to kill people.

" I was a child and you made me into this. How dare you put the blame on me? It wasn't my fault that I raised to become a fucking monster I am today. " I snapped, slamming the butcher across his fingers and his bones snapped in half before the flesh fell off his hands.

" Why do hate me so much? What did I ever do to you, you fucking psychopath? I was a child, a fucking child. " I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

" All I ever did was love you. All I wanted was a father. Was I impossible to love? What did I do wrong to make you hate me so much? "

Salty tears poured down my face liked waterfall but I felt numb. A hole expanding in my chest as I kept slamming the knife back and forth, chopping off his hands into pieces. Hot blood shot across my face, dripping all over my body, I wanted more. To have every last drops of his blood on me, feeling the burns of his pain on my skin, and in my ears through his screams.

But, the bastard knew that. He didn't scream, he just sat there flinching and wincing in his seat, denying to give me satisfaction by showing me any sign of pains.

" Answer me. " I snapped, grabbing the sword from the desk.

" Nothing. You did nothing. But, god I have never hated anyone more than you, Anastasia. I hated you since the moment your mother fell pregnant with you. And, I hate you still. "

" I was furious when I found out about you. I was mad, burning in rage when I learned that my own brother didn't trust me enough to let me take over the throne that was mine in the first place. It was never his. "

" Your father, Dmitri was always the golden child in the family along with our naive sister, Kira while I was the black sheep of the family. The eldest son who lost his insanity over power, I was so caught up in the mafia that our father disowned me and handed the mafia to your father. I was heartbroken when I found out I was no longer a Petrov. They made it seemed like I never belonged and sooner than later the world forgot all about me. It was like I was never even born. "

" Then, your father gone mad over losing his wife and sister. He was an addict, the drug changed him into a whole new person. He went crazy and became unstable that he was stupid enough to start a war he knew he would never win. Imagine the happiness I felt when I found out he died in that war. It was finally my time to take back what was mine. The Petrov no longer had any heirs, I was the only one left so I knew they had no choice but to hand it back to me, the rightful leader. "

" Until you came in. The anger and rage took control over me again. The bastard died but he still resented me, his own brother that he went above and beyond to have an heir of his own. He had his sperms froze and a surrogate, your mother, ready to create you the moment he died and everything will be handed over to the child when it turned twenty five. "

I was never born to be Damien's pawn. The reason I was born wasn't because I needed to kill the Salvatore's, my real father wanted an heir and that made me feel a little bit better about myself.

" So, I offered to step up and took over temporarily and raised you as my own until you were ready. I was dead set to ruin you and drown you in the hatred and rage I felt for your father. And, I did. " he laughed throwing his head back as he remembered his past.

" I was a fucking child. I know nothing. None of that was ever my fault, you sick bastard. "

" I'm going to fucking destroy you for everything you ever did to me. For every pains you caused my daughter. "

I skinned him alive with tears in my eyes, until my fingers felt numb, I could no longer feel the blade I was holding between my palm as it became one with me, sinking into my flesh. It was only when I felt the silver blade getting less and less sharp and his skin no longer peeled off that I dropped it and continued with the sword, slashing and slicing through the flesh of his abdomen.

I stabbed the sword into the side of his stomach remembering the pain I saw in my daughter's eyes. He tortured her and she was only three. He was the bigger monster here. I wasn't one. Another stab in, I felt the point of the sword pushing out the other side of his body, blood oozing uncontrollably drenching his expensive carpet.

" You can't die now. I'm not finished with you. Do you fucking hear me? " I shouted pulling the sword out off of his body.

Damien rolled his eyes to the side watching me with a wicked grin playing on his lips, teeth painted red and blood sprawling out of his mouth. A dry chuckled escaped his throat and I swore I couldn't feel more pissed in my life.

So much pain and so much rage, I could feel myself slipping away into the darkness.

" Look at you, a definition of hell. A fucking monster. I never have to really teach you anything, dear. You were born with it. " he murmured.

I could feel the pain reflecting in his low voice but the bastard mixed it with mockery that I almost believed him. Taking a step back from him, my arms dropped to my sides and the sword on the ground. His chest rumbling up and down as he laughed at my misery. He was getting into my head, my hands flew to my head pulling my hair in frustration.

I was a monster. I had always been one.

" What will Madeline think if she sees you right now? I wonder if she still be able to love you the same. "

How would I ever touched her again without thinking about this moment, my hands covered in blood shaking and trembling not wanting to stain her with my fucked up mess. She didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve her.

" How about your lover boy, Nicholas? You were this beautiful vixen in his eyes, I couldn't help but think how will your image change in his eyes when he sees the real you. The broken unstable she devil underneath the skin of the woman he fell in love with. "

Nick hated me. Seeing me like this he would never let me come near our daughter ever again. I was a monster worse than hell. He wouldn't want such women to be the mother of his child.

" Look at yourself, Anastasia dear. You're drown in blood from head to toes and you wear it like a fucking clothing with pride in your eyes. "

Deeper and deeper, I fell into the ocean of my own misery questioning my own identity. Then I just let go, allowing it to swallow me into the darkness, too exhausted to hold onto something I never was. I was incapable of love and impossible to love. No one would never want me. I was a horrible person and a waste of space. The world didn't need someone like me.

Tears kept springing forth, breath hitched in my throat as I stumbled back into the wall. Liked a splash of cold water hit my face, my eyes snapped open. I could see lights at the end of the darkness, sweet voice calling to me, feeling of her tiny arms wrapped around me. My daughter would love me no matter what and that was enough.

I let him into my head. The bastard was still messing with me even when standing at the edge of his death. There was a burning fire in my chest that I knew could only be doused by revenge, sparks of rage ignited inside me, a small grin forming on my lips.

He stared at me eyes wide and frightened, his breath shallow as he kept couching out blood. My gaze raked over the deep cuts on his body, flesh opened up everywhere I could almost see his bones, swollen bruises on his face, holes on his sides, guts threatening to pour out and here he was, still alive holding onto his last breath just to mock me and pulling me into mental hell.

I stood in front of his desk, my hand wandered to the gun laying there. I gripped onto it like my life depended on it. Pulling the trigger, I sent a bullet flying straight into the middle of his eyes ending his life. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his chest shook up, and then his head drop to his front, breathless, dead.

Relief rushed through my system I felt like I had just lifted a mountain from my shoulders. I had been holding onto him for way too long, destroying myself and breaking my own heart every time.

I was finally free from him, forever.

Gasoline, poured around his desk in a huge circle. I stood from afar looking at the corpse of a man I known as my father all my existence. He sat there on his throne liked he normally did, only this time the psychopathic Damien Petrov, leader of the Russian looked unrecognizable covered in his own blood, dead under the hand of his daughter.

" Goodbye, father. " I muttered to myself before throwing the lighter on the ground.

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