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The sidewalk should have been filled with flashing lights from food stands that took advantage of the popping night to make an extra buck, while the streets should be filled with taxi cabs and Ubers dropping off and picking up people every five minutes.
Instead, everything was the opposite, like today was a holiday. The streets were empty of cars, the clubs were closed, and the busy street looked like a ghost town. Even the homeless beggars that always hooted at me during my walks home were nowhere to be found, their usual spots of cardboard and blankets abandoned like the apocalypse had truly landed and taken everyone with its destructive force.
Bad sign.
I should have been scared. Frightened that at any moment, something would happen.
Instead, there was that adrenaline rush kicking in, creeping its big head up with a pulsating force of mayhem in its presence. As if all the ass whooping and the rush of ecstasy I felt with each golden victory from tonight's matches wasn't enough to quench the thirst of this starving beast.
My acknowledgment of its very growth within my body heightened my senses to the next level, my exhales beginning to slow while I allowed myself to inhale deeply - catching on to the scents of feral creatures lurking in the depths of the shadowed alleyways.
They were definitely the second line of offence, the first being the humans hiding amongst the darkness.
Waiting for the right moment to strike.
If only they knew what pathetic fools they'd become, and that the game of cat and mouse hadn't even begun. Too bad they assumed I'd be a mouse running for her safety.
I'm a lion, waiting for all my prey to come out and play so I can feast on their fear and defeat.
My heart was slowing down, just like my strides, as I unzipped the jacket Onyx had given me and tied it around my waist. I needed my arms to be bare, especially when I couldn't just strip out of my top for this special occasion.
The cool breeze took that moment to pass by, but it only calmed me further as I exhaled in relief at its cooling effect. My body temperature always spiked up when I was about to enter a fight, probably because of the rush of adrenaline or the pure excitement of getting to feel the rush of my own blood pumping through my veins.
Fighting. Violence. The art of winning.
An addictive set of activities and circumstances that left me craving for more every time I entered the heart of the ring. Only this time, the ring wasn't a boxed square of wire that attempted to keep us in line.
No, no, no.
This was the Wild, Wild, West of the world of darkness, where supernaturals lurked, looking for weak prey to prowl on. Only I wasn't a fool, ready to walk into their trap.
I'm the sexy bait that's begging for anyone to fall for my outstanding temptation.
The wind seemed to calm then, as the city all around me felt like it had stopped and was cloaked in a sheet of silence. Nothing moved, not even me, as I allowed my impatient mind to still all for this serene moment.
I had to appreciate the calm before the storm, the silence before the cue of the orchestra. The tranquility that begged to be broken by chaos. This was what made me appreciate the wild destruction that always followed.
Give a second of gratefulness and you'll be rewarded with exactly what you desire.
I'd craved a wild fight for months, to be given the opportunity to really pull on all my skills of training and see my improvements unfold before my eyes. I couldn't dare use one-fifth of the skills I'd learned over the past six months in cage battles.
Those were moves that were far too quick for the ring.
Or too torturous and would leave many throwing up in sickened horror.
In scenarios like what was about to occur at any second, all bets were off. No one could stop me from doing what my body and mind were begging for me to unleash, which was why I was a scary fucking bitch even with my human background.
You mess with a De Luca and you'll find out exactly why we are feared by many.
The crack of knuckles seemed to be the trigger to the madness as five men came rushing from different directions towards me. The mere sight had me salivating and I'm sure my pupils dilated with elation as my body hummed to life.
I moved towards the first man in a flash, my feet pushing off the ground to give a perfect high kick. The poor man didn't expect my move at all, and that error of judgment landed him a broken nose and a potential concussion as I hit him head-on and on his face.
I used the impact as leverage for the next move as I flipped backward and began to do somersaults in a quick rotation to miss the men who were racing towards me from each side.
The moves were swift enough to have them colliding into one another, while I allowed my body to flip one more time but let my hands land on the concrete before I pushed myself upward like I was doing a mid-air clap.
My take-off wasn't your average move. My body went twice the average height until I was left hovering right above the man who was racing to attack me. He was already attempting to skid to a stop, which only landed him perfectly under me before gravity took control and I crashed onto him.
