Violent Tendencies

Epilogue

Blaze

We've convinced the little hellion to stay.

It took a lot of fucking energy as we fucked her into submission. Then we had to promise her we could still look out for her usual victims, just to quench her thirst for blood every now and then. Some days, it still feels like she has one foot out the door, but then one of us fucks her back into place. She belongs here and I'm certain she was made for us.

We each fell in love at different times but each time was profound. I think Santos said it while she let him fuck her as she sucked on the blade of his knife. That took a fucking week to heal. Then Darius said it when she tied him up and fucked him to within an inch of his life. Zander held back for a while, having been afraid to love someone that had the potential to leave him again, but he said it to her the night she cried over the ledger for her murdered sister.

As for me, I took the longest, my heart has never beat for another before, and when she came to me one night after a kill, covered in blood, I felt the fucker stir. It beat a tempo that was foreign to me and before my brain could decipher, I’d already spilt the fucking words out of my mouth.

Now, the five of us live here at my place most of the time but rotate between the others. All except for Zander's. He burnt his house to the ground with his father in it and had enough money to shut up the authorities for good.

The Diablos had moved back to their territory as soon as they heard Walton was dead, the cowardly fuckers, and now things here are peaceful.

Until our little Reaper Incarnate is let loose to reap another blackened soul.

THE END