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Deadly Nightshade

Lips as red as blood, hair black as ebony , skin white as snow, but she's no Snow White, at least to everyone, but one. When Luciana is inflicted with an incurable poison, Fabian wants to save her, before he loses the most precious thing to him; wether he wants to admit it or not.

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Chapter One- Failed Attack

She sighed to herself, looking up at the night sky. The full moon gazed down on the ground, shinning it's glow on buildings. She felt a slight rage bubbly up from her heart, urging her to release her pent up emotions.

"You traitor..."

Why did this have be like this? She thought looking at the night sky. What happened to forgive and forget?

Fabian was the only person she trusted and now he was betraying her, again. So much for their friendship, but as long as they lived Fabian will forever listen to his brother, Israel, over her. She scowled at the thought of the brown haired male.

Luciana knew that she couldn't let herself seem weak. People would take advantage of her weakness and get rid of her. The only person she could trust was herself. Everything was falling apart around her.

She must her family. They were killed during the war. Before she was born during her grandparent's time, it was peaceful, but no one knew what sparked the endless fighting that happened afterwards. Her Mum died in child birth and her step mother hated her, before she too died on the battle field.

So she had to remain infallible. Untouchable. Stoic. Emotionless. Even if it killed her to keep her emotions inside. It was better then someone using them against her. She was the head of her clan and she had better things to think about then petty emotions.

Something moved to her right and she quickly moved into a battle ready position. The shadow shifted again and there was the feeling of a blade going through skin, blood.

Luciana only smiled as she looked at the stupid assassin. He wasn't worth her time, however, she had give him some credit for being able to get her in the arm. That was all they were going to accomplish in their life. After all, he wasn't going to walk away breathing.

She picked up the sword he had used on her, before he could move a muscle she had slit his throat. Blood on the ground as he fall. That's how you assassinate someone, quickly and quietly. Unfortunately for him, he had picked the wrong person to try and kill. She wasn't doing to die at the hands of a silly assassin.

"Israel how nice to see you," she said looking at the blue eyes of the man she hated. "I'm sure there's a reason for you being here."

Israel only glared at the female in front of him, before looking at the man's body and then back at her hazel eyes. "Luciana, explain now. What happened here."

"The fool," she said pointing at the dead man, his blood now going on her shoes, she would have to burn them now. "Thought he could kill me. I merely showed him the punishment for trying such a thing."

"Is there any proof to your claim?"

"Why would you ask that? You don't believe my words?"

"I'm inclined to believe your lying," Israel said crossing his arms. "I know your so called 'assassin'. He was someone put under my watch. I knew him and knew him well. He would never attempt something like this without good reason."

"If he's under your guard, then he could've picked up your hatred of me. If that's the case, then it's your fault, not mine."

"You dare accuse me, when you've just murdered someone outright?"

"Go ahead and try," Luciana said shrugging her shoulders. "The fact remains that he attacked first. I defended myself and reacted accordingly. You should watch your other lapdogs lest they suffer the same fate."