The Prologue:

The darkness embraced the slender figure of a young girl who sat in her room, eyes intently locked on what lay in her hands. Oozing red crimson soaked the fur of the limp and lifeless animal that was cradled within tender loving hands; drops of water splattered against the fur, embedded deep within the fluffiness and soaking the cold dead skin. The puppy had been no older than a three or four months before it had been ruthless strangled and beaten to death by a raging man who wanted nothing to do with pets or anything that brought his unwanted daughter any form of happiness. 
The little girl bent low over the carcass, nuzzling her face into the soft, wet fur allowing her tears of emptiness to haunt the lifeless form, while a deep crimson was wiped over her pale flesh.
She could smell the metallic scent that drifted off the freshly killed pet, however, she could not let go of the one thing she had been so proud to find abandoned within one of the old buildings that a friend and her regularly visited.
Her sister had just gotten a new cat, so it only seemed fair that she would be allowed to have a pet of her own, however, father would not see it that way.
He always did like her better! He always did love her more.
The grip on the carcass tightened slightly, ageless hands tensing, fingers digging into the cold limp form, before her wrists started working, twisting and turning, causing a sickening, nauseating sound to grate against the cold air that she was bathed in. Undeveloped bones started to give way to the surprising strength, the undeniable rage, which seared through the girl’s fingers and movements; that nauseating sound was simply enhanced as the crack of bone after bone broke the silence of her blackened prison. A final scream. The blood covered carcass flew across the room smashing against the wall, painting it with a deep stain before sliding down towards the floor where it lay crumpled over in a furry heap.
The little girl stared at her hands, inspecting the blood that coated it. She raised a little palm to her lips and stuck her tongue into it. Wrinkling her nose in a sense of disgust, she gagged for a while as the sickening metallic taste lurked about on her taste buds.
This was the first time she tasted it.
She meshed her palms together, feeling them slide against each other due to the lubricating crimson substance that was splattered over her hands, causing a revolting squelching noise to reverberate about the room that was bathed in the stench of death.
This was the first time she felt it.
A delicate intake of the freshly decorated air told her that blood had been spilled. Reading novels that revolved around crime scenes and investigations of homicide, she could finally say that she knew what the smell of bloody death smelled like.
This was the first time she smelt it.
Oh the glorious wonders of it all. The undeniable fortunes she had unlocked; the craving that wanted more and more of what she felt, of what she tasted and smelt. She wanted it all to happen over and over again. Her eyes gleamed with the first hint of malice as she crawled to the edge of the bed and cast her eyes over towards the poor limp carcass of the puppy she had once loved. It was then that she wondered what that must feel like, what it must feel like to kill. She bit down hard on her lip as she heard her father’s drunken screams of wrath echo down the corridors that lead to the bedrooms. She shivered lightly, her eyes quickly averting to stare at the door expecting the monstrosity to burst through and grab her by the scruff of her neck, dragging her to another merciless beating, with instrument of his choice, of course.  A sharp intake of breath as the door knob rattled threateningly. She retreated to the other end of her bed, curling her arms around the scatter cushions, pillows and teddy bears that were littered over her bed; bright blue eyes were wide with fear as a sliver of golden light crept into the room that was submerged in the pitch blackness of the dark. The little girl pressed herself tighter against the headboard, causing the once clutched devices of comfort to fall from the bed and whack the floor with a muffled thud.  
A final creak signalled and the door was finally thrown open, revealing the silhouette of a large, muscular masculine form.
The little girl took another sharp intake of breath which immediately stung her wind pipe and caused her lungs to scream with dissatisfaction. She choked slightly on this breath, however, before anything could be said, or another breath made, the girl was grabbed by the luscious, thick strands of her hair and dragged out into the painful rays of the fluorescent bulb, which stung her eyes that had been exposed to the dark for a reasonable amount of time, exposing the blood that had been smeared over her porcelain visage and petite hands.  She yelped slightly, feeling the tears instantly well up within her eyes. Grappling at the strong, trunk-like fingers, the fresh blood caused her petite fingers to slip over his; bathing is in the red stench as well.

Once they travelled across the corridor that lead to the kitchen, she was thrown across the floor ending up in a crumpled heap, like the one that the carcass of the puppy, had formed upon the kitchen floor. Her luscious chocolate curls fell over her small body, matted with clumps of congealing blood, while for a second; she did not move a single inch.
The large masculine figure was finally revealed in the bright lights that rained down upon the kitchen revealing the red-glazed eyes, which were a simple side-effect from the alcohol, and the creases that formed at the corners of his eyes and upon his forehead, showing the maturation of his age. His cheeks were scarred, a tell-tale sign that this man had been in more than a few fights in his youth, while the drunken sway was another dead giveaway that the influence of the booze had its sadistic grip wrapped tightly over the selfish heart he possessed.  
Taking a swaying step towards his daughter, he entwined his fingers within her luscious chocolate girls once again, before helping her to her feet with a swift jerk of his hand. A howl of pain caressed the still silence, before eyes were yanked open, glistening with diamond tears and anguish. A slight scuffle was heard by the door, and that’s where she saw her sister standing with the kitten in her arms.  Tiny fingers ran through the fur soothingly, while large emerald eyes were shocked by the event that was unfolding, causing a raucous noise to creep through the air. The howling stopped the moment she laid eyes on the other figure, which caused a frown to creep over the face of the abuser, as he turned to see his darling precious gem standing there, witnessing the horror that consumed her father. Letting the chocolate curls go, causing the small frame to crash to the ground, he walked over towards the girl who clutched onto the kitten; a compassionate smile gleamed over harsh features as he cradled the girl’s head in his arms, before calling for their mother to fetch her away from the scene of violence that was erupting within the kitchen.
“Get her away from here.” He scolded his wife, pushing the timid, raven black haired girl, with the kitten, into her mother’s arms, who quickly obeyed the brusque words and ushered the twelve year old away from the room.
This diversion had given the victim enough time to find a means of escape. She touched her lip slightly, smelling the burning copper of blood, tasting it upon her lips, feeling it between her fingers. This reunion with the ravenous craving awoke a disturbed state of mind within the fifteen year old girl; it had revealed the red eyed monster of vengeance, forcing it to rear an angry head and unleash a terrible wrath upon the world. She was tall enough to reach the kitchen counters. Groping quickly, as her father approached to continue the onslaught, she felt her timid, delicate, blood-stained fingers close over an object that felt like the smooth handgrip that was wrapped around the handle of one of the large butcher knives that her father used when it came to slicing raw meat up for the wife to place in a pan.
Feeling hungry eyes ravage her petite body as the man stalked his prey in a primal manner; she fumbled with the instrument that could lead to her salvation. Her eyes were pinned onto his ambling form, wide with fear; however her bleeding lips were pursed with determination as she finally got a firm grip on the knife.  Backing away into a corner, she held the knife in front of her, like a javelin or lance of some sort, almost as if she had the intention of skewering her oppressing, sticking him like a pig that would be roasted over an open fire. She quivered slightly, feeling her whole body shudder with the nerves that caused her heart to pound in her ears, deafening her from all the other sounds that moved about the house.
A demonic chuckle shot through the eerie silence of the air, as her father’s eyes came to rest upon the defensive position she had taken up.
“You’re going to try end me, child? After everything that I’ve done? Everything that I’ve given you?”
He banged a closed, drunken fist on the table, causing the cutlery and appliances that were littered over the table, to jump into the air with a slight shock before falling back to their haven with a noisy clutter.
The little girl winced at this, her eyes shutting tightly, before peering out from one, seeing that he was closer than before. It was in the moment of darkness, the moment in which she had bathed herself by simply closing her eyes that the visions of past beatings flooded her memory, painting the black canvas with crystal clear visions of the event and the aftermath of the saga that raged within her father’s head as more alcohol tainted the purity of his blood.
Eyes flashed open dangerously to reveal a menacing glint that challenged her oppressor with a new vigilance. She said nothing, merely sneered and snarled as she shuffled forwards in a cunning manner, provoking the large beast to attack.
The drunken stupor was beginning to overwhelm his mind now, causing his vision to blur slightly and his temper to flare to considerably new heights as he watched the child act foolishly at the hands of her punisher.  Reaching for a pale, bruised arm, he retracted his hand quickly, feeling his skin burn and sear as the cold knife slit through his flesh. A cry of pain emanated from the gigantic figure before he launched a more vicious attack on the young girl; filled with rage and contempt he lashed out at her repeatedly, flailing his arms about, yet the agility that the youth displayed conquered the sluggish movements of the shadow of the man who once stood in that very same position. Time after time, cut after cut, the blade found its target with an accurate precision that caused the great brute to snarl and growl with frustration combined with the sting of the blade as it cut deeper and deeper.
The scent was there.
The taste still lingered upon her lips.
The sight treated her eyes with a holy display of human free will.
The sensation of crimson liquid upon her hands was the last thing to tick off on her list as the craving took over now.
A more aggressive girl was seen now as she moved quickly, jabbing and dodgy as quickly as she could. Soon enough the beast had fallen to his knees, as both bore the signs of a bloody achievement. He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly, his eyes drooping, a low grunt escaped his cracked lips; the drunken madman was beginning to fade from the father’s image as the effects of the  alcohol abated, leaving him vulnerable to the fury of his daughter. Seeing this as her opportunity to end her suffering, she slashed relentlessly at his throat, over and over again, deeper and deeper, causing blood to spew from the hacked veins and arteries, painting the floor with its ruby crimson glow. The figure slumped over; death was upon the air once again.
She collapsed onto all fours, the knife being thrown from her grasp, her eyes closing slightly as she felt the relief of such an act sooth the craving that had wreaked emotional havoc upon her mind. Her eyes flickered open to the horrendous act that had occurred beneath her hands, and that’s when she saw it, she felt it stain the porcelain surface of her skin.
The feeling of it was enticing.
This was the day that the true child-like innocence disappeared from such an angel of the heavens. Cursed to forever hold a blood-lust, this child was not able to grow up suffering the ordeals of a usual childhood, a normal teenaged stage of life...
Instead the horrors of that night were to haunt her until the day that death ripped her from this miserable earth she called home.