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Revenge is Sweet (with Kiroz)

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Misha had it all,everything she had ever worked for was hers. She was a gorgeous,23 year old Las Vegas showgirl known as The Red Queen. She made great money and had men bowing before her. The combination of her knee length black hair,leaf green eyes and tanned skin were to die for.

That was until she met Victor McLain. He payed big,talked big and treated her like a real Queen. After a month with him,he murdered her because he felt like it. There was no motive,no gain from killing her,just a man who didn't care.

He carelessly buried her corps in the Nevada desert and forgot all about her while everyone else wondered where she was. Months went by and then she was forgotten. However,she had not forgotten and rose from the depths of Hell to exact her revenge on Victor McLain.


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Victor made his life elsewhere and forgot all about the woman that drove his desires mad. He hated the control that she had over him when she was alive and he simply wanted to be free. The killing went more perfect than he would ever could had imagined, her eyes as she slipped away were almost too perfect. He pushed that aside and made his life in a small town where he was working as a teacher. He was happy with his life and had a small apartment for his own.

He woke up one day a couple of months, his eyes scanned the small poster of a woman in bikini that was attached to the ceiling. He yawned and then stood up and walked up to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He got dressed and then sat down on the couch to watch some tv. His eyes closed as he yawned, today he had the free day so he could spend the day drinking wine and watching tv.
 
Misha knew where Victor was as soon as she touched earth again,she had been watching him from Hell and had finally gotten the chance at revenge. The few months she had been dead on Earth was a year in Hell. She was well like down there and was made a demon almost immediately. Her once sweet,alluring personality was no more,it was replaced with hate,anger and a cocky attitude. Her gorgeous looks too had been replaced with looks that were an otherworldly type of beautiful. Her once ebony hair was now snow white, her green eyes were now solid white and her tanned skin was now as pale as milk.

She wore a form hugging,low cut black dress and her snowy,knee length hair was free. Her white eyes were outlined in black and her lips were blood red. She walked to the apartment door that was Victor's and knocked. She turned on an illusion so she looked just how he remembered her,before he killed her and she was alive. She had thought at the time that 3 bullets to the head and 4 to the chest was over kill,but now she was going to get her revenge and ask him why he did it.
 
Victor turned channel after channel and nothing was on, "Bah, perfect my only free day and there is nothing on the damn tv". Shaking his head Victor stood up and put on a shirt over his now muscular body and a pair of sneakers before walking out the door. "I guess I will just walk around" he grabbed his keys and his phone and bolted out the door. Placing his hands on his pocket he went down the stairs and proceeded to the door just as there was a knock on the door.

Victor was surprised at what he saw at the other side, there she was...the woman that he shot. "N...no...I killed you... what the fuck...." he backed away not really sure what was going on. There she was, the woman that he shot time after time out of pure jealousy and now she was standing in front of him as if nothing ever happened.
 
"Hello Victor. What's wrong sweetie? You look like you've seen a ghost." Misha said in a mock sweet voice as she walked through the door. Her face bore an innocent smile as she walked towards him. The illusion was working perfectly. Her green eyes looked at him with a pained expression as if she was sad he was running from her. She put one hand out towards him. "Victor sweetie,are you alright? You look rather pale,maybe we should go into your apartment and talk." she said once more with mock sweetness.


This was going very well so far,now she just needed to get him in his apartment.
 
He shook his head as he tried to come up with something, anything to explain why she was there. Backing away inside his apartment he knew that either he was in big trouble or the medicine he was taking was making him see things. "How can you be... how is this possible?" his face was pale white, did he truly killed her? did somebody managed to rescue her?. Groaning he looked at her as she stood in the doorway, he cursed under his breath as he felt his hands shaking with true fear.
 
Misha followed him into his apartment and closed the door behind her locking it. "How is what possible dear?" She asked in that same sweet voice. Her face looked truly worried for him as she walked towards him slowly. She was going to make him sweat for awhile and let him feel the fear she had felt when he aimed his gun at her head. He was shaking in fear and she could smell its delicious scent. She smiled innocently at him just like she use to when she was alive.
 
His mouth was dry and a drop of sweat was going down his forehead, he tried to move but his legs would not work, not anymore. She was alive and that meant that he was most likely going to jail or worst. He tried to move, to say anything but he was frozen. He still had the gun… yes he still had it. Without even thinking he rushed over to where he kept his gun and took it out pointing it directly to her face. “I won’t miss this time… I will put a bullet through your head and this time… you are not coming back”.

His gun was shaking, clearly he was unsure of what he was going to do. The woman that he used for money and then shot was standing in front of him like nothing ever happened. He pressed the trigger but no bullet came out, he realized late that he forgot to load the damn thing. Dropping the gun to the floor he looked at her and then drop on his knees as his legs finally gave out.
 
Misha smirked at failed attempt to shoot her yet again,then the smirk turned to a wicked grin as his legs buckled and he sank to the floor. "Victor my dear...you didn't miss the first time. Three bullets to the head and four to the chest would kill anyone. In fact I do believe my corps is still buried in the desert somewhere. Everyone just assumed i left Las Vegas,no one suspected a man who used his girlfriend for money." She purred alluringly.

She walked closer to him and stopped at arms length from him. He was really sweating it now,she could tell. He didn't know what to do with himself.
 
“I…I did not missed?...w…wait a second… I was sure that you were gone… why the fuck are you standing right in front of me?”. He knew that he was pressing his luck with all these questions but it was something he just needed to know. She looked exactly like she did before he even shot the first bullet which was the most terrifying thing that he seen. He knew that she did like the fact that he was on the floor so mustering all the strength he could he stood up. “Y…You should not be alive…” he backed away more towards a very old sword that was on display by the wall.
 
"Whether I should or should not be alive is really not up to you is it? I mean you did kill me already didn't you? I was gone and have been for almost 3 months now. Yet here we both are." She said. Now she was just fucking with his mind,playing him like an instrument. She walked towards him once more as he backed away from her again. "I don't see why you're running from me. You do love me don't you? You still find me sexy right?" she asked in a teasing way.
 
"F...Fuck you!" he was going more and more crazy with each passing second. To have her here speaking to him was something that it was impossible. He continued to back away until finally he was at arms reach of the sword. Even though it was old if he applied enough strength he could kill anybody. He grabbed the handle of the sword and without thinking about it tried his best to impale the woman through the chest. He did not cared if he had to hide the body again, he would find a way to do it however he needed to be very careful this time and burn the body so she would never come back.
 
Misha smirked and let him impale her through the chest,she looked at him,then at the sword. She looked back to him once more and sighed. "Really Victor? I thought we were past all of this already. I guess not,because you are still trying to kill me." She said with a smirk. She pushed him lightly away from herself and grabbed the sword,then slowly pulling it out of her chest.

She let the sword drop to the ground with a satisfied smirk on her face.
 
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