THALIA'S P.O.V
I feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as my legs carry me faster, flashes of trees blowing past me in a blur as I continue running. I wasn't running from anyone, well not directly, I was trying to lure my prey into a trap. Sighting the marked tree which was the sign of the trap which lay ahead, I continue to push harder knowing that it wouldn't be long now until I could feel the pleasure that comes with killing my victims. I could hear footsteps gaining on me so I dart to the side, dodging the tree before effectively jumping over the trap. Unluckily for the werewolf chasing me, he wasn't as smart as to know that a werewolf-huntress would lure it to traps laid so inconspicuously that no ordinary person would know about. I hear the werewolf let out a loud growl of pain followed by sounds of bones breaking and then human pained grunts. Stepping out from behind the tree which I was hiding, I look at the now naked dirtied man who was writhing in pain on the ground holding his ankle stained red with blood, his leg caught in the silver bear trap laced with wolfsbane.
"You fucking psychotic bitch" He spits out when I come into sight but I only smirk relishing at the thought of the immense pain he was in. But I could see the fear in his eyes behind the brave façade he put on, he knew his death was near. Squatting close to him, I pull out the silver pocket knife out of my boots, dangling it before him, his eyes widening in fright as he swallows.
"You lot make me sick, preying on the innocent when you're just frightened cowards who hide behind wolf skin." Placing the blade against his cheek, I dig the blade deeper into his skin breaking it before dragging it slowly across his cheeks as the blood seeped out. I relished in his screams of pain, feeding my inner demon.
"Get on with it then, that's what you want huh? To kill me, do it you sick psycho." He yells out. "You're nothing more than a hopeless daddy's girl who knows no one would ever want someone like you so instead you spend your miserable time hunting down werewolves trying to prove you're worth something when you're worth nothing, you're nothing." He grins disgustingly, he was trying to get into my head and under my skin so I'd get aggravated and kill him in a fit of rage, I knew his trick as it was something that we had been taught in our training when growing up. To his surprise I burst into laughter which causes him to look at me like a deranged woman which I might be.
"Is that all you've got to say? Because if it is then it's pretty pathetic I must say." I say with a pout. From the corner of my eye, I see his fist coming at me as he aims for my face but my reflexes are quick as I grab his hand before he could even try to get a hit at me, pinning the other hand down with my boots.
"Wrong move buddy." I tisk, holding his fingers harshly before I twist them backwards painfully hearing the bones pop as he lets out another yell of pain followed by a string of curses. Taking my knife, I drag it slowly down each finger watching him bleed out in satisfaction before lifting my leg and bringing it down harshly on the other hand, hearing a satisfying crunch signifying that I had broken his other hand, I repeat the same action I had done to his bleeding fingers. Not yet satisfied with the pain I had inflicted on him I place the blade harshly against his neck, drawing blood as I stare at him.
"Look at this face because it's the last face you're going to see and remember in your pathetic life, my name is Thalia Petrova." His eyes widen in pure fear and recognition as I grin. "And it's that last thing you're gonna hear." Without letting him get a word out, I drag the blade painfully slowly across his neck, his blood spurting onto my face and clothes. Before leaving, I make sure to carve my initials on his corpse for anyone to find which I suppose wouldn't be very likely seeing as he was a rogue. Walking away from the scene, I wipe my blade of the blood on it before discarding it, it wasn't like it was gonna be traced back to me anyways gloves and all. I walk for a while before reaching my parked black bike, getting on it before speeding away after wearing my helmet. I make a quick stop at a fancy restaurant, picking up my meal before going on my way. In no time I reach my apartment and almost as soon as I enter my phone rings, I sigh as I glance as the caller reluctantly picking it up.
"Papa."" I barely voice out as he cuts me off.
"What's the news Thalia? Please tell me you're getting closer to the target. Do you have a lead on him or something?"
"I believe I'm getting closer to him papa, there's been an outrageous number of rogue werewolves within this vicinity so I believe-"
"I don't fucking care what you believe Thalia, get me a solid lead or so help me I'll let you off the case and you know what that means." His voice is threatening, a silent remind of what's at risk.
Gritting my teeth in anger, I respond as my grip tightens on the phone. "Of course Father, I won't fail." With that he cuts the call, I struggle to keep my cool but I'm unable to and eventually drive my fist repeatedly against the wall. Now much calmer, I clean up my wound before pulling out the picture in the pocket of my leather jacket, as I caress the picture softly reminding me that whatever I was doing was worth it, as long as I'd see her once again.