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Aria wished she could reach over and into the screen to give Meg a hug. As much as she was worried and angry that the club wasn't spared from the blackout, Meg was alive right? That is important. "25 000 quid..." she trailed off. "I can easily cover that amount and add in a few more." Money was never a problem to her and with Toby, it would never be. "I can wire you the money in an hour.Toby of course would fund anything more but you'd have to specify. It's his baby anyway. Do you want to talk to him personally later, love?" she asked gently. "He'll only be around later in the evening.. Although he has heard about the blackout."

Skype Call || Aria & Meg

Meg rubbed a hand over her face again, nodding slowly. She wasn’t going to mention to Aria just how that fire had been started and what her role in it had been; she was already kicking herself enough about that, she didn’t need Toby’s judgment on top of it as well. “Yeah, that corner’s probably going to need renovations,” Came her reply, brows furrowing a little. “Probably… well, I only have estimates, I’m having two different repair companies give me numbers to see which one offers a better deal, but it’ll probably be around… 25 000 quid, if not more. I already have some of it covered, but…” She sighed, looking miserable.

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As Meg listed out the damage, Aria's hues widened, almost disgusted by the outrageous acts. At the mention of fire, her ears perked up, her posture straightening and going stiff. "Those fucking bastards," she muttered under her breath, secretly glad that the toddler wasn't at home. She would have gotten yelled at. "Structural... that is going to be a hell of a thing to fix," she concluded, glancing away before back to the screen. "Have you... determined the amount you need for repairs, dear?"

Skype Call || Aria & Meg

Meg let out a slow breath, casting her eyes down as she slowly listed the damage, “Bar’s been ransacked, some of the rooms upstairs completely destroyed… and there’s been some significant fire damage.” Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she looked up again. “They’re even talking about structural damage to the ceiling because of it.”

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"Oh," that was all she could say as she gathered her thoughts, controlling the anger filling her person. But Meg is safe -- that is all that matters. The club was Toby's baby. Currently he was dealing with putting through other projects and busy with Maxine' -- he hasn't heard of this fiasco in London yet. "How scathed are we talking about here?"

Skype Call || Aria & Meg

Meg shook her head. “Some arse at the club threw a bottle at me,” Licking her bottom lip, a soft snort left her mouth. “Really bad is an understatement. Listen,” She sighed, rubbing her face again, “I’m calling because, well… I’m going to have to shut down the club for a while for renovations. It didn’t exactly… come out unscathed.”

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"What happened to you dear? Who hurt you?" She eyed Meg's bruised cheek although the image was pixelated. She slumped forward, eyebrows still knitted. "Yes, I have. It's really bad from the sound of it? The phone's been ringing non-stop for me although you're much more important." She wasn't too sure why Meg requested to talk to her first but Aria figured the redhead would have a good reason. 

Skype Call || Aria & Meg

As much as she liked talking to Toby, Meg figured she’d talk to Aria first; see what she could do, perhaps ask for her help as well. “Hey, Aria,” She muttered softly, self-consciously touching the bruised side of her face. “I’m uh, taking you heard what happened in London?”

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Skype Call || Aria & Meg

Aria tapped the camera several times before the small beam of light flicked on. The screen showing Meg's side of the call was dark until there was a flicker and then slowly the sight of the lively redhead came to life on the screen. Her brows furrowed as worry gripped her. "Meg? Oh my god. Are you okay?"

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Would this be her last kill? Who knows? Knowing she would be leaving London very soon, Ella didn’t want to go without having to experience the joy she found in watching one’s life dimming in his eyes. Maybe she might find a similar hobby in Iceland if she was too bored and the capital is as disgusting as London’s. One thing for sure was she was going to miss working with others. Watching Connor and Ash work with her gave Ella a surge of excitement. Not always but they’ve always managed to incite more exhilaration.

There was a small part of her that didn’t want this to stop. When they’re so close to the finish line, it only struck Ella that sometimes good things tend to pass by faster. She clicked her tongue when Connor warned her of Rattie’s state. Disappointment soured her demeanour when Ella realised she couldn’t quench the overwhelming desire to inflict more pain. Truth be told, she had more thrill and excitement torturing Mad Eyes. But that was also because it was much more satisfying to see the light diminishing from his beady eyes and knowing he had deserved it. Connor was right though, the body could only take so much pain, shocks and adrenaline rush. She glanced at her partner briefly before back to the trembling mass of flesh and bones in front of her. “I could always count on you to make such decisions,” she lamented, twirling the blade in her hand. A small smirk had hooked onto her plump lips, making the sinister glint in her teal eyes intensify. “By all means, Mr Stage, please do the honours,” she gestured to him with her knife before flicking the tip across Rattie’s face to get his attention.

“I don’t have to tell you what happens to vermin right?” she chided, flicking another incision to his skin. With another flick, Ella cut through his soiled trousers, letting it fall to the ground. The sight in front of her was more than enough to make on gag – not her though. This was physical evidence of what she could do. Glancing back at Connor as if to cue him, the tip of her blade pierced through Rattie’s flesh, just above his cock. “It’d be good to see him trying to scream with no tongue when I cut his measly cock off, wouldn’t it?” she mused out loud, mostly to herself. There was a glint of malice in her hues as she dug the knife deeper and twisted it to get a reaction out of the man. Rattie yelped… no… it was more of an  exasperated cry as if to say they should just swing the axe and let him die a quick death. “It’s almost depressing at the fact that you can’t see your own skull bashed it later, Rattie. Wonder what your eyeballs would look like…” there was a hint of glee in her tone when she eyed the hammer on the table before turning back. The blade burrowed more into his flesh; Ella could almost hear the tearing of his sinew before twisting it downwards. Now, she was sawing through his flesh, a bubble of deranged giggles filling the space as she hear him screaming. 

If You Want Blood | Aria (Ella) & Connor

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I hear voices And they all know your name

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A small sound of triumphant hum escaped her when Connor gave her his approval. Ella met his gaze and grinned. She neared him, just enough to croon in his ear but not to overstay the welcome, “And this is why I brought you along. You know how to have fun.” Ella pulled away, shooting a sly smirk to Rattie. Every single pump of adrenaline in her being was pushing her closer to the fever pitch she craved for every time she sees her work.

She twirled the blade in her hand before winking at Rattie, “Not going to use this,” she held up the blade to him, putting her lips slightly. “I need something sharper….” Taking her time to approach the small table with their toys. She didn’t have a serrated knife like Connor did. But she had something similar even though the pain it will administer will be different. “Something…. sharp…” Her gloved fingers trailed along the steel, sharp blades, “Curved….” She finally picked a clip-point blade. “Does this look good, Rattie?” She asked, grinning when his dark eyes bugged at her, trying his best to not scream.

But that was futile for Connor pressed his nail into his raw flesh.

His strangled scream pierced through the heavy atmosphere and Ella had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from howling out a hysterical laughter. Turning around to pay attention to her blade, Ella opened up a small compartment of her bag, revealing some fresh lemon. One would think it was odd but she had other plans. Easily cutting one open, Ella drenched the blade with its juice. The acidity would make him squirm and shriek louder than a pig going for the saw in a slaughterhouse.

Shaking off the residue juice, Ella turned to approach Connor and Rattie again. Connor had sawed off most of his fingers, thick crimson blood pouring out, soaking into the cement floor below. Their toy was trembling from head to toe, sobbing with snot dribbling down his nose, sweat glistening over his sallow skin. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Ella neared him, tracing the tip of the blade at the side of his jaw. “Look at me.” Her gaze was iron when Rattie locked eyes with her. Grabbing his jaw with a forceful, vice grip, the blade was already at his ear, just shy from cutting the cartilage. “Remember when you twisted my ear, dragged me to the middle of the room when I was kicking and screaming?” There was mock innocence in her tone. “Payback is such a bitch isn’t it?” Ella gripped onto the handle tightly before dragging the blade downwards, cutting through his skin and the soft bone.

He jerked away from her weakly, chest heaving with the multiple attacks on his body. Cries and strangled shrieks punctured the air as Rattie felt his ear being cut off, the raw flesh and exposed nerves coming into contact with the acidic juice from the lime. And when his ear dropped to the floor, Ella could only pout. “The other’s turn,” she said in a sing-song manner, waking her way around Rattie, giddy with her own doing. She stopped at the table to soak her blade in the lemon juice again before making her way back. She culled the other ear with ease, humming her own tune as she did.  Once she was done, Ella blinked, before smirking. “Oh is it time for his tongue now?” she asked no one in particular. “I wonder if you scream the same way without it.”

If You Want Blood | Aria (Ella) & Connor

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Murderers, psychopaths, paedophiles, rapists, any scum of the Earth… You name it, London has them. There will always be a need to eradicate the devils. Even if its done by devils themselves. There was a devouring hunger accumulating inside her, causing her nerves to jolt awake. Killing was never new to her. Her first kill was a means to protect the body she was occupying. The second was purely out of revenge and it was the first time Ella felt blood lust coursing through her veins, bring her to a fever pitch which was too addictive. The fear in Rattie's voice and sharp rasps were too symphonic to her ears. The utter despair in his eyes was beautiful. 

If she had it her way, Ella would have plunged her blade into Ratties chest, cut him wide open and mangle his insides still she was able to gorge out his beating heart. And when the life in his eyes was about to dissipate, she'd made him watch her burn his cock and balls. That was of course, if she had worked alone. Tonight however, she had invited Connor along -- solely because Ella knew he would be much more creative in this department. Besides she had needed more spurring on and the man was capable to stoke a fire. 

Ella gave a smug shrug to Connor when he remarked of the incision she had made. "Always a pleasure darling." A snide smirk had curled up her lips as Ella walked away from them, not too fary -- before turning on her heels to watch. This is the part she enjoys the most -- the torture, the screams and devastation that followed. More, she thought as she watched Connor dug his nail into the cut she had made. I want more. A bubble of sinister laughter filled the space as Connor taunted. "I've always screamers too," she crooned back, her voice almost sound childish -- like a child giddy with the sweets she had gotten for free. 

Her face scrunched up at Rattie, pouting as Connor detailed what they had planned for Rattie. Ella quelled the strong urge to laugh at his pathetic face. Oh how she had loved this day -- the ability to flip the tables and know that justice would be served even though it was more than a decade late. What he had planned was delicious. Ella ket her attention to the serrated knife Connor held as he saw at Rattie thumb. Crimson blood was spewing out once he was done. Ella wished she had a blade like that.

She snorted at Connor remark, eyeing the mangled thumb on the floor. "No desire to keep rotting flesh anywhere near me," she crooned, her grin manic. "Are you going to enjoy all the sawing fun by yourself, Connor darling?" she asked, eyes on Ratties sallow skin. "Let me have his ears and tongue.... You can take the rest.. Oh and save the sawing of the crown jewels to me." Her voice was thick with blood lust even though there was a hint of glee. 

If You Want Blood | Aria (Ella) & Connor

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Sound Of Madness | Shinedown

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The sadness hung between them as Aria relaxed against Laka, feeling her warmth against her skin. One of the few friendships she had truly cherished, Aria was sure that no matter what happens, Laka will forever be etched in her mind. The events of the past year and a half proved that she had nerves of steel, a titanium will to live and do the right thing. Aria knew she wouldn't be able to match it up to her friend. 

Chuckling lightly at her teasing, Aria shook her head, "Honestly if you keep doing that, Maxine will think you live in in a tank that needs to be switched on." The weight of Laka's head on her shoulder was comforting. And Aria's teal eyes fluttered close -- she wants to remember all of this by the time she boards the plane to Reykjavik and beyond.

"Exactly. You can even afford a jet yourself. Or... you can just ask Toby to send one of his. He surely wouldn't mind." Her fingers intertwined with Laka's, and she held it, squeezing the warm palm lightly. "To many years ahead, living apart." 

~Complete

Reconnecting || Laka and Aria

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Scrunching her nose, Aria shrugged, "Maybe over a year... close to two. It feels rather short isn't it?" It felt like a lifetime to be honest. It was crazy to think that all of what they had went through was limited to slightly more than a dozen of months. Aria had rose through the ranks, changed her career path, got bloody married but not before months of uncertainty and torture. Queling the urge to cringe as she thought about all the lives she had taken, Aria hoped with the absence of London and its dirty streets will compell Ella under control. It might not work but she has to try right?

She bumped her shoulder to Laka's before nuzzling her small nose to her friend's  cheek. "It is hard to believe," she said softly, unsure of what to say. "But during that time, I found a true friend -- I think that's what matters." It was the simple truth and Aria wished she could do more for Laka but she had proven to be stronger than titanium. "Promise me, you'll take care of yourself and demand Skype calls from me? I know you will without you saying anything. I know I would bug you to death if you miss one call. But...  I want to hear you say it. 

Reconnecting || Laka and Aria

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Ella raised her eyebrows at Connor, chuckling lightly at his comment. "Oh we're barely getting started, love." Turning her attention back at Rattie, Ella eyed her victim with a wolfish grin, "You're going to love what we have for you." She brought the blade through his shirt, tearing it open, revealing the sallow skin underneath, hardly holding in the sad flab around Rattie's middle. "There's no one in the fucking clouds," Ella said dryly even though she was grinning. "If there is," she hissed at Rattie, teal eyes burning to hatred, "Then vermin like yourself wouldn't even exist." Ella retracted back, taking a step back as Connor circled Rattie. Watching him work fuelled Ella's lust for savagery. 

The mention of his children struck a chord somewhere deep in Ella. The past few months had proved she had gone soft -- that god damn baby and her father. Tobias Hawkins may have cleverly manipulated Aria to refuse her control. But what does she care? About brats Rattie will be leaving behind? "I've changed you have to believe me! Please!" That garnered a scoff on her part. She took her time to walk up to him, eyeing his crushed knuckles and the dark crimson blood spattered across the ropes. "Empty words don't mean anything to me." Ella spoke, voice void of any emotion. She traced the tip of her blade against his throat, carefully to just nick a scratch at the end of his jawline. Rattie whimpered at the cut, sobbing incessantly -- shoulders and chest wrecking with each sob. 

"You watched him," Ella said apathetically, her eyes following the tracing of her blade back to his throat. Flicking them to meet Rattie's beady hues, the blade nicked the flesh at the base of his throat, "You let him touch me with his grubby hands, both stinking of beer, reek of rotting flesh," Blood was trickling down the small wound and the buzzing at the tip of her fingers grew stronger. Rattie howled at the long cut she was making across his skin. Ella licked her lips before tracing the blade further down Rattie's sallow skin. "Did you know what I did to Sammy?" Rattie whimpered, eyes full of tears widened at the mention of his old friend. "I flayed his skin.... like a pig... He begged for mercy like you did." She stopped her blade just below Rattie's foul belly button. "Then you know what I did?" Ella asked, daring him to say something. "And then I sawed his fucking cock off." She dug the blade into his flesh, hearing the wet tearing followed by warm blood spilling against the steal. Rattie bawled, bucking against his bonds as his body went limp. Ella turned to Connor, seemingly satisfied with what she has done. "I better let you take over with this prick.... before I steal all your fun." She quirked a brow at her partner before moving away again. "Your turn, darling..."

If You Want Blood | Aria (Ella) & Connor