Lust of the Dahlia

--------CHAPTER I--------

>Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
>You dumbass! You should've known better than to deal with the Medici's!
>You sprint like Trinity shoved a propeller up you ass, frequently glancing back.
>You always payed them on time! But then they started demanding more payments, you began falling short.
>You remember what the last goon they sent after you said.
>"Short again for the fifth time in a row, looks like Black Dahlia is going to pay you a visit."
>He almost sounded sorry for what was your fate.
>Barely dodging a trash can, you turn down a small back street.
>Pffft, you thought, why would the Medici's send Dahlia after some chump who owes them a couple of hundred?
>Well not only are you a dumbass, you're going to be a dead dumbass soon.
>As you were walking from work to your apartment, you heard a whistle and spinning around you saw her.
>Next thing you know you were hauling ass through New Meridian, desperately searching for a place of refuge.
>Why she didn't blow you away when you saw her, you don't know.
>She probably thinks this is all a game, that you are the mouse and she's the cat.
>You turn into an alley, not noticing that it's a dead end until you almost smack into the wall.
>You face the entrance to leave, but standing there is the angel of death herself.
>You instantly seize up, almost collapsing in fear.
>It takes some willpower not to piss yourself.
>If you're going to die, you might as well not die like a bitch.
>Dahlia casually walks up to you.
>"That was quite a chase you put me through darling, however all good things must come to an end."
>You could almost hear that smug grin behind that mask.
>She closes the distance between you.
>Drawing it out like a cat tortures it's kill.
>You fall to the ground.
>Feeling her barrel pressed to you head, your eyes lock on to the ground.
"Please let me live ma'am, I've got the all the money at my apartment!"
>You look up and stare into her cold, soulless white eye.
"Surely I'm not that important, I-I've learned my lesson!"
>Nobody has ever bargained with the Dahlia before and you figure the odds are against you here.
>You brace for you head to burst like a watermelon, yet nothing happens.
>Instead you hear a low chuckle escape from the cyborg.
>"Do you know how many people like you try to beg for their lives?"
>Your heart sinks at hearing this.
>You clasp your hands together.
"I'll do anything if you let me go- absolutely anything!"
>"You know what? You've caught me in a good mood...so how about a little proposition, hm?
>You can only nod, did you hear right? Was the most notorious killer in the Canopy Kingdom going to let you go?
>She undoes her dress and it effortlessly falls to the ground.
>Dahlia stands over you in expensive looking underwear.
>"I want you to satisfy me handsome, if you can give this old girl some action, I'll let you go."
>You can't hide your shocked expression at the turn of events.
>She laughs at this.
>"What's the matter darling, haven't you ever seen a woman strip before?"
>She takes off her bra, reveling a gorgeous set of breasts.
>She then points her gun to your crotch, you panic for a moment thinking that this was all some sort of cruel joke.
>"It's not nice to keep a lady waiting, you know."
>You quickly fumble with your belt and take off your lower garments.
>Your erect member is exposed to the cool air and Dahlia takes a moment to look over it.
>As she inspects you, you take some time to look over her.
>Some people claim that Black Dahlia is in her early fifties at least and her late sixties at most.
>But actually looking at her body, she really couldn't be that old. Perhaps it was her cybernetics?
>Apparently passing Dahlia's impromptu penis inspection, she drops her panties and daintily kicks them to the side.
>Her pussy looks quite petite, with a bit of hair above it, seems Dahlia shaves regularly.
>This is accented by her wide, MILF level hips and ass, the dress she wore left little to the imagination after all.
>All this gave her an air of power and dominance; you feel like she'd be just as scary without the gun.
>"Now dear, before we get to the main course, I wish to see how that tongue of yours feels."
>With that she lies on top of her dress and spreads open her legs.
>You approach her cautiously, not wanting to make any sudden movements and get blown away.
>You lean down and are face to face with Dahlia's flower.
>Not wanting to keep her waiting you start licking.
>Her taste was actually quite good, perhaps Black Dahlia is a sweet tooth?
>Her breath quickens and she uses her organic arm to push you more in.
>It was a bit hard to control yourself as you lap her up like ice cream on a summer's day.
>She starts moaning a little, signaling that you're doing a good job.
>Your lower face is covered in her juices and you pick up the pace.
>You accidentally brush over her clit with your hand as you ravage her with your tongue.
>This causes Dahlia to quiver and writhe in ecstasy.
>Seeing this, you proceed to massage her clit with two fingers as you rammed your tongue as far into her as you can.
>Suddenly killer cyborg pushed you so hard against he that you almost couldn't breath, letting out a scream of bliss as she came.
>Your face and hand is drenched in ladycum and her inner walls grip tightly around your tongue.
>"Dear goddess, that really satiated my lust."
>A cheeky smile appears on her face and she giggles.
>"I certainly think you've earned your treat."
>She gets up and lightly pushes you to the ground, it's a bit surprising how soft she's treating you.
>She straddles over your shaft the anticipation almost painful.
>Her wet, glistening cunt hovers just above the head of your spear.
>Then she plunges down and takes you all in.
>All your willpower is used trying not to explode right there.
>The tightness; were this any other woman you'd assume they were a virgin.
>She begins sliding up and down your cock.
>Now that your head isn't between her legs you can hear her purrs and moans.
>It's sort of haunting in way, how someone so horrible and evil could be so angelic.
>Lost in lust, you place you hands on her motherly hips and start thrusting with her.
>In hindsight this might have earned you a hole in your chest yet Dahlia didn't seem to mind this.
>She was enjoying this as much as you were.
>The sight of her tits and ass bouncing was almost hypnotic.
>Just minutes before you were doing this so that you could live.
>Now  it was different, you were doing this to please her; to impress her.
>Both of your combined work was nearing completion.
>You were barely able to mumble
"B-Black D-Dahlia...."
>She glances down at you.
"I'm close."
>She smiles and runs her hand across your chest.
>"Cum inside."
>That wasn't a request-it was an order.
>The pressure within you builds and builds.
>You hold her down and let out a primal growl.
>She lets out a mad scream of orgasmic fury as you pump her full of your seed.
>You've never cummed so hard in your life.
>As she milks you dry you didn't care if she went back on her word and killed you-you'd die a happy man.
>A minute or so past as to two of you bask in afterglow.
>Then she rises up and a strand of semen stretches from her pussy and your tip.
>She giggles as she notices the mess the two of you made.
>"You stud you, I knew you could do it!"
>You laugh too, still in post-sex bliss.
>As she dresses herself, her mood changes to business.
>"You said the money is in your apartment, yes?"
>You nod.
"It's in a safe under my bed. The code is 5318008."
>She walks to the entrance of the alley, but then stops and turns to you.
>"This goes without being said, but I don't want you to talk about this with anyone."
>She points her gun at you.
>"Any newspapers or even rumors and you'll wish I killed you tonight."
>You nod your head frantically.
>With that her trademark smirk returns and she blows you a kiss.
>"Taa-taa for now, darling!"
>You are alone, naked in an alley.
>Suddenly a wave of emotions hits you as you realize what you did tonight.
>Holy shit you just fucked Black Dahlia.
>You smirk.
>Holy Trinity, you just fucked Black Dahlia!

--------CHAPTER II--------

>The walk back to your apartment was rather short.
>You took the time to reflect on what just happened.
>You had just encountered the most heartless, cruel, evil woman in the world.
>And you fucked her like a common whore.
>It was all so surreal, yet very real at the same time.
>You open the door to your shitty apartment; half expecting to see her there, grinning and blowing your brains out.
>Yet as you enter there is no one.
>You go to your bedroom and see the safe is out from under your bed, opened.
>It's cleaned of all your money, but there is something there in it's place.
>Her trademark calling card.
>A Dahlia.
>It's black, well deep burgundy actually.
>You recall that in the language of flowers black Dahlias meant a warning of betrayal
>You also remember that Dahlias themselves symbolizes elegance and dignity.
>Quite fitting.
>You take a shower and almost pass out in fatigue.
>A growl from you stomach reminds you that in all the excitement you skipped supper.
>You'll just have to go to bed on an empty stomach.
>Deciding that you've had enough action for the night you slip beneath your bedsheets and fall into a deep sleep.

>-----A month later-----
>Ever since that faithful night with Black Dahlia your life has been strange.
>You got a big promotion at the New Meridian bank.
>It surprised you because your manager typically has a stick up his ass when it comes to this stuff.
>But he seemed really adamant that you take it.
>Almost as if his life depended on it.
>Can't complain, as now you can easily afford your payments to the Medici.
>In fact the debt collector treated you really respectful for some reason, calling you "Mr." and "Sir".
>Pretty sure the punk never said the word sir in his life.
>Word on the street is that the Medici's are struggling these past few months, and that Lorenzo himself ordered the increase.
>The new Skullgirl apparently has a thing for killing Medici, combined with Princess Parasoul's crime fighting initiatives.
>Serves them right the bastards.
>Well, almost all of them.
>Ever since that night, you've become obsessed with Black Dahlia.
>Every time she is mentioned in the paper or on the radio you pay attention.
>When you hear people whisper rumors about her, you feel the need to speak up and defend her.
>That'll be a very bad idea; not only because this is Black Dahlia we're talking about, but she told you to never mention it.
>You just cant stop thinking about her though.
>You can't forget her elegant, mature body.
>How you saw a side of her that night that no man has seen; at least no man alive.
>All your masturbation sessions revolve around her now.
>A part of you hopes to see her again.
>You occasionally get the feeling that you are being watched.
>When you awake from sleep sometimes you feel...drained.
>And when cleaning your apartment you do find a Dahlia here and there.
>It's not the same one either, you've amass quite the collection of them.
>Perhaps she's been visiting you?
>Your dream job was to be a detective.
>Of course given how most detectives in New Meridian tend to have short lifespans, you opted for a safer job.
>But that doesn't mean you haven't read a lot of crime novels.
>The job you have gives you tons of free time, especially after the promotion.
>Anyways, using your skills you've figured out something.
>These visits seem to be on schedule, every other week, on Sunday.
>You're going to stay up and see if your hunch is correct.
>You go to bed around eleven p.m., and it doesn't take you that long to fall asleep.
>It's midnight, and you've just finished an entire pot of coffee.

--------Chapter III--------

>You lie in your bed, trying to look asleep.
>Unfortunately you've got the caffeine shakes so you're not convincing in the slightest.
>Perhaps you over did it with the coffee.
>A glance to your alarm clock reveals it's three a.m.
>Good thing you don't go to work tomorrow.
>You feel the unimaginable urge to piss.
>Getting out of bed, you rush to the bathroom.
>Finishing your business you head back to your bed.
>However something rushes at you from the darkness.
>They wrap their arms around you, and one of them is distinctly robotic.
>Recovering from the sudden bone crushing hug, you hear a chuckle confirming you suspicions.
>"Well,well,well, darling-did you miss me?"
>Dahlia feels your crotch with her natural hand.
>You immediately start getting hard.
>"You must have, given that you drank an entire pot of coffee!"
>Was she watching you the whole time!?
>She throws you onto your bed giving you a view of your deadly lover.
>Just as you saw, she was lacking her gun.
>Though you're sure she is just as dangerous without it.
>You assume this was purely a booty call.
>A mad smile is plastered to her face and she begins to strip down.
>"With all that caffeine you wouldn't be able to get any sleep."
>She pulls off your underwear.
>"Let's fix that, shall we?"
>She seizes your cock in her robotic hand.
>This causes you to flinch a bit, but it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as you thought.
>Dahlia didn't catch this as her eyes are fixated on your manhood.
>"Mmmm, just as alluring as last time."
>She works your shaft a bit.
"So you were behind those nightly visits?"
>"Oh yes, I didn't really want to disturb you since you got that big promotion after all!"
>Well that confirmed the fact that she had a hand in that.
>You decide not to ruin the mood with more questions.
"I really did miss you Dahlia."
>She stops jerking you off and instead looks at you.
>You wonder for a moment if you just made a huge mistake.
>Suddenly she lets out a jovial laugh.
>"Oh darling I'm touched!"
>She moves you shaft to her chest.
>"Allow me to show my appreciation."
>She places you cock between her breasts.
>Surrounding you dick in pillowy goodness, she begins massage her tits up and down your shaft.
>Though Dahlia didn't have the largest rack you've ever seen she certainly made up for it in softness.
>It felt like you were being titfucked by Trinity themselves!
>You don't hold back on egging Dahlia on as you writhe and wiggle.
>And she seems to be getting enjoyment on seeing you squirm.
>You would've exploded then and there, but Dahlia suddenly stops.
>"While I would let you cum now dear, I don't feel like sneaking into Medici tower drenched in you seed."
>She climbs into bed with you.
>"You can cum here instead."
>She slaps her ass and it jiggles like jelly.
>You waste no time mounting her doggy-style.
>As you penetrate her ass she groans painfully.
>You halt your advance for a minute, showing concern for her.
>"Don't hold back stud, I can take it!"
>With that you thrust into her.
>If her pussy was tight this was nearly vice like.
>You make sure to slow the pace, genuinely trying to make this as less painful as possible for her.
>Despite who she is and her demands otherwise.
>You loved her.
>She slowly stretches out more and it becomes a bit easier to thrust.
>Her moans and coos of pleasure comfort you.
>You start to pick up the pace, wanting to make her into a screaming mess like that beautiful night.
>Her breath quickens and her pussy begins glistening in the moonlight from your window.
>The sound of her bouncing ass meeting your spear fill the room.
>But her screams almost overpower it.
>You push your stamina to the limit, wanting nothing more than her.
>Pressure builds up inside of you.
>It's all to much and instead of giving her a heads up you growl like a wild animal.
>She lets out a cry of an angel and her limbs give out from under her.
>The two of you lie on top of each other for what feels like eternity.
>Then you flip over and she detaches herself from you.
>As she does, you see her ass covered in your seed and on the bedsheets there is a visible stain.
>She must've enjoyed it as much as you did.
>"You really know how to show a woman the time of her life."
>Dahlia pats you on the head.
>You smile from ear to ear at hearing such praise.
>It doesn't take long for her to dress herself.
>You sit on the bed, your brain telling you you're in for some serious laundry tomorrow.
>But you don't care.
>She goes to the window to leave.
>As she places one foot on the sill, a thought crosses your mind.
"Dahlia!"
>She turns to you.
"I-I really enjoyed your company."
>You don't really know how to say this.
>Fuck it!
"I've got some days off next week, would you like to....come for dinner, next Saturday night?"
>You wait for the inevitable rejection.
>Black Dahlia doesn't do dinner dates dumbass!
>Her robot hand meets her chin and it appears she's in deep thought.
>"Okay darling, but you better be a good chef; I'm quite the food snob!"
>With that she leaps from you window.
>As you approach she's disappeared into the night.
>You shut it, your mind on other things.
>What the fuck are you going to make!?

--------Chapter IV--------

>You consider yourself a decent cook.
>Thinking back, you always helped  your mother in the kitchen as a kid.
>But being a bachelor and not having that much money it was more of a question of survival than hobby.
>Still though you do get some enjoyment out of it.
>Almost like therapy in a way.
>It wasn't like that today.
>After Black Dahlia accepted your offer, you pulled out all the stops for this date.
>You remember her saying how she was a "food snob".
>She could be playing with you like she typically does, but you don't want to take any chances.
>Not with Black Dahlia.
>Seeing how she is a high ranking member of the Medici mafia, you're sure she gets the best of the best when it comes to food.
>All the high class restaurants in New Meridian are either run by or affiliated with the Medici.
>One dinner for her probably would cost you an entire year's salary.
>You really stressed out on what you would make.
>You poured through recipe book after recipe book, taking into consideration your skills and the availability of ingredients.
>And while you lived in a decent neighborhood in the city, it wasn't bustling with high quality produce.
>So you took the Meridian Area Rapid Transit across the city.
>It was a pain in the ass hauling groceries, and boy did it do a number to your wallet.
>But it'll be worth it.
>You eventually settled on steak with mushroom sauce and mashed potatoes with some vegetables.
>You also got some wine that the person at the shop said would pair well.
>They better not have swindled you.
>Everything seemed to be going well when you were putting the dish together.
>But as you were cooking the steaks you came to a horrifying realization.
>You don't know how she likes her steak.
>The urge to punch yourself for overlooking something so obvious was strong.
>After panicking for a few seconds you settle on keeping it rare, if she doesn't like it you could cook it more.
>Hopefully dessert will win her over if dinner disappoints.
>Baking was always your strong suit compared to regular cooking.
>So you've settled for a nice, decadent triple chocolate cake with whipped cream and raspberries.
>It didn't take long to finish everything and you look over your apartment to make sure everything is in place.
>Earlier you cleaned every inch and corner of the place.
>You've set the table, though you don't really know any etiquette when it comes to silverware.
>Hopefully it's not a problem.
>You also put on your best clothes and splashed a little of that fancy cologne that you got for your birthday.
>A thousand scenarios run through your head.
>What if she doesn't show up?
>What if she hates your cooking, even your cake?
>What if the police burst in while the two of you are eating?
>You train of thought is broken when you hear a faint sound coming from your bedroom.
>The distinct sound of footsteps made you rush to the table and light the cheap candelabra in the middle.
>Thankfully all the food was on the table, and everything was plated.
>Your bedroom door flew open.
>Black Dahlia had made it, and just seeing her made your confidence shoot up.
>You don't really know what to say or do, you've had dating experience but never this formal.
>So you stand there awkwardly.
>You mentally kick yourself and mutter out some words.
"G-good e-evening Black Dahlia.....I'm happy you could...make it."
>Way to sound like a mentally handicap person jackass.
>Yet Dahlia seemed to find this amusing.
>She chuckles.
>"I'm glad you're happy to see me dear, I've been looking forward to this."
>Was she really? Or was she just saying that to make you feel better?
>She sniffs the air.
>"It all smells simply mouthwatering."
>She moves towards the table and you pull out her chair for her.
>She giggles at your attempt at chivalry but takes her seat without a word.
>You move to your side and sit down.
>The two of you look over your meals, but your eyes were more focused on her.
>How is she going to eat with that mask on?
>Her hands reach for her hat and slowly takes it off.
>With it comes the mask.
>She places her accessories on the table.
>Her true face is obscured in the darkness, your candelabra doesn't light up much.
>You know that one of the biggest trademarks of Black Dahlia is that she never shows her face.
>As long as you've lived there has been hoaxes and rumors as to what's really behind that mask.
>You stop yourself from shaking at the excitement of being the only other person to see Black Dahlia's face.
>Shifting your eyes; remembering it's also rude to stare, especially if some of the rumors of her being disfigured were true.
>She clears her throat.
>An apology forming on your tongue.
>She speaks up first.
>"While I understand you're excited darling, I'm not comfortable showing you my entire face yet."
>She lightly chuckles.
>"You'll just have to settle for bits here and there."
>Always the teaser.
>She grabs and knife and fork and cuts into her steak.
>Bringing the skewered piece of meat up for inspection.
>"Just how I like it, rare."
>You utter a silent thanks to Trinity.
>The chin and lower mouth of Dahlia emerges from the darkness.
>She's wearing lipstick, odd, given how she wears a mask all the time.
>There's some scars around her lip.
>But you can't really see any major disfigurements, she could be hiding them with makeup.
>She places the fork into her mouth and pulls it out.
>She chews for a while, while you wait with bated breath.
>Seeing as she didn't grab a napkin immediately, you guess she liked it?
>Grabbing her wine glass, she sloshes it around before taking a small sip.
>"Quite nice, given that your not a professional. The sauce doesn't overwhelm the natural flavor of the meat and the wine pairs nicely."
>She wasn't kidding when she said she was a food snob.
>She cuts another slice and as she's bringing it to her lips she smiles.
>"Aren't you going to eat too, darling?"
>You haven't even touched your plate.
>The two of you eat in silence for the rest of the meal.
>Finishing up your plate, you see Dahlia has practically cleaned hers.
>Did she really enjoy it?
>You clear your throat.
"Was it to your liking?"
>She nods.
>"Yes, everything came together wonderfully. You really planned this out didn't you?"
>You nod and get up to collect the plates.
"I hope you have room for dessert!"
>You walk towards her side, stupidly forgetting that she didn't want you to see her face.
>She quickly covers up with her hands.
>You grab her plate and briskly step back.
"I'm sorry Dahlia, I completely forgot!"
>Now your really going to die tonight.
>"No! It's okay."
>She gets up, and a pit forms in your stomach thinking that she's leaving.
>But she doesn't grab her hat and mask.
>Hands still covering her face she steps into the light.
>"I want you to put those dishes in the sink, then turn around and you'll see my face."
>You do exactly as she orders you to.
>As you spin around you see the true face of Black Dahlia.
>Now that she's in the light, you can defiantly see some scars around her mouth.
>The badder ones are hidden by make up.
>She's got a real nasty one across her cheek too, it might've punched a hole in her face at one point.
>And across her left eye is another deep scar that you're sure hurt like hell when she got it.
>Seeing your Dahlia that injured made you sad.
>She wasn't ugly, not at all.
>Her eyes, dear goddess her eyes.
>They were deep burgundy which you're sure isn't natural.
>But they're so deep, you could stare for hours.
>You were in love with her, but now....
>Now you're insane with love.
>It takes all of your survival instinct to not rush at her for a kiss.
>You both stand there for what seems like minutes.
>Finally you break the ice.
"You are absolutely gorgeous Dahlia..."
>You wanted to ask a thousand questions.
>How did she get those scars?
>Was it the same accident that left her a cyborg?
>Why the Medici's?
>Why spare you?
>You bite your tongue instead.
>"I appreciate the flattery."
>You wonder if she's relived you still find her attractive.
>Was Dahlia that worried about her appearance or was she worried you would give her details away?
>She turns to the dessert.
>"I would like to try this cake."
>Her eyes dart over it like a hungry predator.
>You oblige her by cutting a large slice and giving it the works with powdered sugar, whipped cream, and raspberries.
>You get a slice too, but you don't want to squander the toppings for yourself.
>As the two of you return seated she rips into the cake like she's been starving.
>Between bites she mutters.
>"Simply fantastic!"
>You have a wide smile at seeing her so happy.
>Dahlia doesn't even leave a crumb on her plate as she sets the fork down.
>She dabs her face with a napkin.
>"That was a wonderful dinner, darling."
>She puts on her mask and hat, obscuring her beauty.
>"I must leave now, I've got a lot of work tomorrow."
>Internally you frown at the thought of whatever that means being reminded that she is an assassin after all.
>You get some parchment paper and wrap half of the cake up.
"Take this, so you'll have something to come home too."
>She laughs as you both go to your bedroom.
>"How sweet of you. Now that I know you can cook you'll never be rid of me!"
>You laugh too.
"I don't see the downside of that!"
>She blows you a kiss as she exits out the window.
>You wave and call out.
"Goodbye Dolly!"
>You freeze, did you literally just say that!?
>She turns to you.
>"Dolly huh? I like that."
>With that she disappears into the darkness.
>You shut the window and reflect on what just happened.

------Chapter V--------

>You are Black Dahlia.
>Assassin, murderer, evil, the grim reaper herself.
>You've amass quite the number of titles in your life.
>As you lay on your bed in your penthouse at Medici tower, you find yourself lost in your memories.
>It's good to reflect on the past sometimes; reminding you of your roots.
>Mentally laughing at such a silly phrase.
>What roots? You can't recall a thing before the......incident.
>You still have nightmares of waking up at the Anti-Skullgirl Labs.
>The dehumanizing procedures done to turn you into a weapon.
>That monster Geiger and the torture he inflicted on countless others.
>As your mind recalls the horrible time at the hands of the ASG Labs, you do remember some people who showed kindness.
>They were a quartet of nurses called the Last hope if memory serves you right.
>Christmas, Patty, Hallow, Easter, and Valentine; such odd names.
>Yet you have them to thank for not losing all of your sanity.
>Especially Valentine, her dry humor and straight to the point attitude brings a smile to your face.
>You wonder whatever happened to them?
>It doesn't matter now, the Anti-Skullgirl Labs are a thing of the past.
>Just another atrocity in the history books.
>You get out of bed and start pacing.
>You're a Medici now.
>You're grateful that Lorenzo took you in.
>Though obviously it was for your killing prowess and not the kindness of his heart.
>Fourteen years have shown you that Lorenzo Medici rarely does things out the kindness of his heart.
>But now without his precious life gem his time is running out.
>It's funny to think that the shriveled pile of bones once faced down Selene Contiello.
>Speaking of the Contiellos, a sudden pain halts your pondering.
>Was this....regret?
>You'll admit that massacring an entire family during their daughter's birthday was quite reprehensible.
>In hindsight you might have done things differently.
>Still this feeling is....strange.
>You've found yourself questioning your actions as of late.
>Recently you even let another quarry go.
>Though not at the price of the last, just a stern warning.
>The last....
>You sigh to yourself and fall back onto your bed.
>That man has certainly complicated things, and he's awoken all sorts of odd emotions.
>Emotions you thought the ASG Labs had ripped out of you.
>You remember that night you spared him.
>You glance at your nightstand where your arm cannon rests.
>Looking back on how you taunted him, saying how many like him begged for their lives.
>But how many did?
>You sit up and rest your chin on your metal fist.
>How many were just like him; with the same hopes and dreams?
>How close were you to snuffing out this wondrous affair before it even began?
>ARGH! What has he done to you!?
>You've never been one for cheesy romance like Lorenzo's granddaughter!
>When she disappeared it was the first time he seemed like he had a heart.
>You spent almost an entire week non-stop searching for her, and got the scolding of a life for coming back empty handed.
>Little brat just probably ran away with some boy-toy.
>The idea of her getting some exercise for once makes you chuckle.
>You digress.
>You think back to stalking your lover ever since that night.
>Seeing his likes and dislikes, how he lives his day.
>You started doing things for him, such as having a little 'talk' with his manager about giving him a promotion.
>Even those nightly visits, though you quite enjoyed them were so he could play detective.
>Yes, you have fallen head over heels for him, and your sure he feels the same about you.
>That dinner he cooked, how he looked at your face.
>Just then there was frantic knocking at your door.
>You quickly throw on your outfit, adjusting your mask and hat.
"Come in!"
>The door flies open, reveling one of your girls.
>Your bunny suited elites, that were the closest thing to daughters you had.
>You could tell by her body language she was nervous as she entered your room.
>"Miss Dahlia! Vitale has requested you immediately!"
>Oh boy, seems like he's gotten into one of his fits again.
>You do admire Lorenzo for running such a well oiled machine.
>But you do question if his rapid aging altered his mental process.
>Given that he made Vitale the acting head and approved his half-brained scheme to retrieve the gem.
>Sure you train some members of the Cirque des Cartes in the art of killing, but to give a clown such an important mission!
>You pat her on the head.
"I'll head over there at once, thank you dear."
>You make your way to Vitale's office, wondering what's angered him this time.

--------Chapter VI--------

>Anger really is a hell of a drug.
>It can blind a person from threats, and make them do things they normally would never do.
>Yelling at the most deadly woman in the world for example.
>As Vitale's fists slamming into his desk call you back into reality.
>You cross your arms and struggle not to laugh.
>His face is so red and his eyes are almost popping out of his head.
>He's a walking cartoon character.
>The moment you walked in his office he told you this was about your performance.
>Or lack thereof.
>Apparently the imbecile you let live didn't keep his mouth shut.
>Unlike your stud, who knows how to follow orders.
>This is why you don't do nice things.
>Vitale holds a newspaper in your face.
>"Do you see this!? Do you see the front page!?"
>It read 'I survived Black Dahlia! Exclusive interview with the man who lived!'
>"You know what this could do to your reputation, OUR reputation!?"
>You uncross your arms and snatch the newspaper out of his hands with lightning speed.
>Nonchalantly crumbling up into a ball and toss it into his wastebasket, knocking it over.
>This seemed to kick Vitale's brain back into gear as he realized who he's talking to.
"My reputation which until now has been spotless. I can easily off this man and it'll just be another hoax."
>He stands the basket upright and grabs the wad off the floor, unraveling it.
>"I wasn't done reading this."
>You roll your eyes.
>Eyes scanning the wrinkled paper he clears his throat.
>"Your reputation will mean nothing if things like this keep happening."
>He looks up at you.
>"I've notice something has changed about you Dahlia, I don't know what's happened but get it together."
>He sighs and rubs his forehead.
>"Ever since dad's health is declining, it's been trouble after trouble. The Skullgirl, the Renoirs."
>"We can't afford to lose an asset like you. So please don't let something like this happen again."
>Vitale is well known for playing the sympathy card.
>Such theatrics would bring you to tears if it were any other family in the kingdom.
>Also if those puppy dog eye were coming from someone attractive.
>They might work on that clown that keeps fawning over him, but not you.
>Even if there was a kernel of truth in it all.
>Still you play along, if only to make the big baby stop crying.
"Okay Vitale, please accept my deepest apologies aswell."
>Internally you cringe at apologizing to Vitale of all people.
"I'll be sure to put the needs of our business first and foremost of all when it comes for the next assignment."
>Satisfied, he nods and waves you off, picking up the phone as you leave the office.
>Probably to summon one of his many mistresses.
>Poor Ottomo will probably have clean up the mess.
>Bah! Like you seriously feel sorry for that drunk baboon!
>You certainly will be paying a visit to your man tonight.
>Perhaps he's made another cake.
>The last one didn't last the night.
>But first to take care of the rat.
>He's probably got police protection, not that they stopped you before.
>You walk past your 'daughters' who are in awe of how you handled Vitale.
>He's not nearly as scary as he looks.
>You remember when he was an awkward teen who cried to his dad that he couldn't get a date to the prom.
>The memories of that conversation cause you to laugh out loud like a madwoman, and everyone looks at you with fear.
>An amusing mission where you get to let your anger out.
>And a little midnight tryst with the one you love.
>Sometimes you really love this job.

--------Chapter VII--------

>-----Three months later-----
>You effortlessly leap rooftop to rooftop.
>You're surprisingly acrobatic given your outfit.
>While the ASG Labs had made you into a weapon, you taught yourself the art of stealth.
>But you were not heading to another target to terminate.
>You're heading to your inamorato, as the Medici's would say.
>It's been a long but successful day of killing informants and debt-dodgers.
>You spy his apartment, and you leap onto the roof.
>Climbing down the fire escape, you balance precariously on the guardrail.
>Any other person would be struck with fear.
>You're Black Dahlia and you had no fear.
>Expertly stepping onto his window, you see he left it open.
>How considerate of him.
>You silently slip in and scan your surroundings.
>It doesn't take long for you to find him, in bed asleep.
>A warm smile appears on your face.
>You silently shut his window and make your way to him.
>Stripping down to your bra and panties, you lay next to him.
>Just being here relaxes you more than anything else.
>This is something you've been craving all week.
>You stroke his hair, causing him to mumble in his sleep.
>Cuddling for a few more minutes, you decide not to ruin his rest.
>The little break from it all will hold you off for another week.
>Even though you wanted a bit more.
>Just as you rise, he suddenly launches himself at you.
>You lips lock.
>Were this a few months back, this sudden action would've earned him a caved in rib cage.
>But you're pleasantly surprised by his stealthiness.
>The kiss breaks and you wrap your arms around him, falling back onto the bed.
>"I've been waiting all week Dolly!"
>You laugh, he can be so childish at times.
>The conversation between the two of you was like that of any other couples.
>How was his day, how was work, did you hear about this or that.
>As you begin telling him about your day you see a concerned expression on his face.
>"You didn't get to hurt, did you?"
>You let out a hearty laugh.
"Come now, surely you weren't worried about little old me?"
>He looks away sheepishly.
>Despite who you are he's still so protective of you.
>You playfully pinch his cheek.
"I do appreciate the sentiment darling, but don't let it stress you out!"
>He nods his head and the two of you cuddle in silence.
>Then you feel something poking you in the nether regions.
>Giving him an impish smirk; you move your normal hand down, grasping his hardened rod.
"My, my, am I the cause of this?"
>With one quick motion you send his underwear across the room.
>Your robotic hand to undoes your bra and panties and slips them off.
>Staring at the raging erection gave you an idea.
>You decide to give him a treat for all he's done for you.
"I've always wanted to see how you taste...."
>You bring his member to your face and give the tip a few flicks.
>The taste was very much to your liking.
>Licking up and along his pecker, you could tell he was enjoying it too.
>Seeing him squirm and writhe makes you so happy.
>And while you'd be fine with more teasing you know he's been pent up.
>You stuff his cock into your mouth, which you admit is a lot harder than you thought.
>Feeling it reach the back of your throat, you start to move your head in a bobbing motion.
>You swear you saw his eye roll back.
>The moans he makes are more than enough to egg you on and pick up the speed.
>He softly pets your head.
>You let out some unladylike noises yourself as you sloppy pleasure him.
>Knowing that he was trying his hardest not explode, you let up.
>He might have endurance but he was clearly at his wit's end.
>His taste was so fantastic, but you can't have him cum without the main course.
>Detaching yourself from him, you clear your throat and lie down.
>Exposing your pussy, you stare up at him directly into his eyes.
"Ravish me darling!"
>Obeying your command, your mate grasps his well polished spear in his hands the thrusts it into you.
>Feeling your inner walls stretch to take him in nearly made you climax.
>He falls on top of you and starts pounding away with reckless abandon.
>You bite your tongue, wanting to outlast him by any mean necessary.
>To think that you, the Black Dahlia, would be reduced to such a state.
>Yet you relished every second of it.
>The thrusts were rhythmic now.
>The sound of your ass and hips meeting his replaced the silence.
>He nips at you neck and peppers you with kisses.
>You can't take it anymore!
>You start letting out purrs and groans, your will lost to pleasure.
>Wanting payback you grab his chin with your cyborg hand, and force your lips to lock once more.
>You tongue dance with each other, but he seems to let you have dominance.
>He picks up pace with energy you didn't think he had in him.
>It's a struggle to catch your breath.
>This certainly beats any workout!
>Yet soon you can't stave off your orgasm.
>You feel you inner walls grip onto his cock.
>Quickly bring him in for another passionate kiss.
>This pushes him over the edge as well and you feel his hot cum pour into you.
>A primal part of your mind hoping that his seed took.
>But you remind yourself that with the ASG cybernetics you can't have children as far as you know.
>You're probably too old anyway.
>Your lips part and you shout out the first thing that came to your mind.
"Oh darling, I love you!"
>Damn you! Couldn't you find a more appropriate time to voice your feelings!?
>Your lover is shock to hear this and he stumbles back, almost falling off the bed.
>Did you misjudge? Was he not enthralled with you as you thought?
>He looks at you with a mixture of worry and confusion.
>"Dahlia, did you really say that?"
>You slowly nod your head, fearing the worst.
>"You-you really meant that right?"
>When this relationship started, you had only saw him as a living toy for your pleasure only.
>But as you learned more and more about him, your curiosity grew.
>You saw he wasn't like your usual targets of drunk, abusive gamblers and wannabe mafia tough guys.
>He went out of his way to impress you and satisfy you.
>Tears well up in your eyes.
>You're Black Dahlia, you had no fear.
>So you will admit your feelings no matter the consequences.
"Yes, I meant it truly from my heart dear."
>You try desperately to stop yourself from crying.
"You are the only person who cares this much about me, I just..."
>You can't finish the sentence, all these emotions that you've been feeling hit you at once.
>The rivers of tears flow as you wonder if it's all over.
>He moves towards you, wiping the tears from your face and brushing your messed up hair.
>"Dolly, I love you too."
>With that you kiss again, though this one was filled with so much passion it made your heart ache.
>You always thought you were above such lovey-dovey feelings.
>But now nothing else mattered.
>Not your past.
>Not Lorenzo or Vitale.
>Not who you are.
>Now you had one thing that you care about.
>And he's snuggled securely in your arms.
>You spoon him and drift slowly to sleep, the best sleep you've had in your life.

-------Chapter VIII--------

>-----A week later-----
>The week went by very quickly after you've admitted your feelings.
>It gave you a new purpose in life, revitalizing you.
>The nightmares have been lessening in number and severity.
>And you've added a pep to your step with a better attitude to boot.
>Everyone seemed to take notice of this.
>Vitale, Lorenzo, Ottomo, even some of your girls.
>But they'll never ask you about it.
>It's funny to think of their reactions to the great Black Dahlia having a boyfriend.
>There is a feeling in the air, one of change-it is Autumn after all.
>You're on a roof currently waiting for your girls to finish surrounding a warehouse.
>Your mind wanders back to your lover.
>The two of you can't go on dates.
>You just not confident enough yet; besides, even without your get up you could still be recognized.
>Still, a part of you wishes to repay him for all the dinners and fun you've had.
>The sound of a distinct whistle interrupts your thoughts.
>It was Rose waving at you.
>You love your 'daughters' equally but Rose was the newest member, so you tend to baby her a bit.
>She doesn't seem to mind, she's an orphan and probably appreciates a maternal figure in her life.
>You make your way to the ground from the rooftop.
"Is the building surrounded?"
>"Yes miss Dahlia!"
>She gives you a salute like you were a Black Egret commander.
>You pat her head.
"Good girl, tell your sisters to be ready."
>She runs off with enthusiasm, it warms your heart.
>Walking to the entrance you see the road the warehouse connect to are all deserted.
>It's not surprising seeing how there is a curfew thanks to the Skullgirl.
>Internally you groan at the sight of your 'partners'
>You're joined by Ottomo and that clown, what was her name again?
>They've been tagging along you ever since you messed up.
>But all they do is slow you and your girls down.
>You typically have Ms.Big arms play babysitter with Ottomo, so that they both stay out of your hair.
>But now it seems like they insist in coming in with you.
>"Eh, Dahlia! We're gonna gets em real good this time, eh!?"
>Ottomo cracks his knuckles, or at least pretends to.
>Cerebella (You finally remembered!) speaks up.
>"Anyone who messes with the Medici's is in for a world of hurt!"
>Dear Trinity she's such a girl scout.
>You say nothing and open the door.
>Unfortunately before you could enter the dynamic duo stormed into the warehouse.
>Any attempt at stealth flew out the window as the two looked for your targets.
>You run after them, trying to make sure they don't get killed.
>You may dislike the both of them, but you're not getting another scolding from Vitale for this!
>Grabbing Cerebella by the sleeve, you pull her back.
"Idiot, I didn't teach you to run in there like that! We've got a reputation to live up too!"
>You knew appealing to her sense of loyalty would get the message across.
>She stops and looks at the floor like a child getting caught.
>"I'm sorry Black Dahlia, I guess I got too excited."
"Just don't act so brash, your enthusiasm is no good if you're dead."
>She nods her head, for all you dislike her you have to give her credit; she's a quick learner.
>The two of you move silently through the warehouse, navigating the maze of shelves with boxes of goods.
>You listen for Ottomo, but it's oddly silent.
>No doubt your cover has been blown but how could he have been subdued so fast?
>It's not like he can't hold his own.
>You recall what Vitale said about this mission.
>"There's a group of troublemakers that have seized our goods...."
>It made sense that there would be opportunists trying to leech off of the Medici's weakness.
>But something about this didn't feel right to you, and you've learned to trust your gut.
"This isn't right, Ottomo would've made tons of noise if he had encountered this 'gang'."
>You grab Cerebella's shoulder.
"Go outside and wait with my girls."
>"But-"
>You shake your head.
"No, go outside! If I'm not out in thirty minutes fill this place with lead!"
>The seriousness of your tone got her, and she reluctantly headed for the exit.
>Watching her move out of hearing range, you mutter under your breath.
"What sort of game are you playing Vitale?"
>Walking to the far side of the warehouse, you see some stair which lead to the foreman's office.
>You look for any traps or signs of activity.
>Cautiously moving up, see Ottomo at the door.
>Or in the door jam rather.
>The M3 body has been smashed, you feel a pit in your stomach.
>The head appears to be crushed.
>Just as you think poor Tom's met his fate your hear soft swearing coming from the other side.
>"Shit, shit, fuck!"
>That's Tom alright.
>Given how his voice isn't amplified by the suit and he's stuck behind to door, it's no wonder why you didn't hear him.
>You call from the other side.
"Oh Toooom!"
>"Wazthat? Dahlia is that you?"
"Tom what happened?"
>"I came up here 'cause I thought that's where the bad guys was and then the goddess-damned door shut on me!"
>Looking at the heavy door, you wonder what would've happened if it was you and not Ottomo stepping through there.
>"I found this letter on the desksh-it's addressed to you haha!"
>That's pretty odd.
>"And there's this fucking ticking noise that won't stop!"
>You froze at that comment.
"Tom, I want you to move out of the way of the door!"
>"Why?"
"Just do it damn it!"
>You count to three in your head before blasting a hole in M3's chest.
>"H-Hey! The fuck are you doing ya crazy mook!?"
"There's a bomb in that room you slow drunk!"
>"There's a what!? Holy shit holy shit!"
>He leaps through the hole you made for him, carrying the letter underarm.
>You catch him by the back of his shirt and leap off the second floor.
>Sprint through the maze faster than you've ever ran in your life.
>"Oh, Trinity if you spare me I swear I'll cut back on the cursing and the drinking!"
>Kicking the door down, you see Cerebella looking at you with a shocked expression.
>You girls are all surrounding the entrance too.
"Run, there's a bomb in there!"
>As you all scrambled for cover the explosion went off.
>Judging by the shock wave and size of it those crates must've been filled with explosives.
>"What in Trinity was that!?"
>Cerebella stares at the burning warehouse, almost in shock to have cheated death.
"Evidently we've been set up."
>Tom hands you the letter and goes to the inferno to pay his respects to his loyal robo-suit.
>You actually feel sort of bad for him, given how much Ottomo meant to him.
>Opening it up you scan it's contents.
>"Dahlia, it's been a wonderful fourteen years of service you've given us."
>It's obviously Lorenzo's writing.
>"You've been nothing but unwavering to your commitment in getting the job done."
>"But now, you're starting to get soft. I know you think this is about the man in the newspaper."
>"But this is about the OTHER man you let live, the first one."
>A pit forms in your stomach.
>"Trying to hide a relationship from me?"
>"I'm hurt Dahlia, hurt that you think you can just make other commitments and jeopardize my legacy like that."
>"After everything I've done for you, letting you into my family!?"
>"So consider this your severance pay; and as for your guy friend, don't worry!"
>"After a little meeting with me, he'll be joining you soon!"
>You rip up the letter in rage.
>"So who is it? Who set us up?"
>Turning to Cerebella, you thought of a lie; you knew she wouldn't believe the truth.
"There's been a change of plans. Cerebella, go to Cirques des Cartes and take Tom with you."
>You look her in the eyes.
"The gang is going to attack all Medici assets, so be on alert okay?"
>She buys it hook, line, and sinker.
>"Okay Dahlia, but what about Lorenzo and Vitale?"
"I can protect them myself, worry about your friends."
>You walk towards your assassins ordering them to follow you.
"I need to tell you all something very, very important..."
>As you prepare to explain yourself to your legion, you hope you aren't too late.

--------Chapter IX--------

>You awake feeling like shit.
>You can feel that your arms are restrained and you're sitting.
>The last thing you remember is walking back home and getting a blow to the back of your head.
>You obviously were roughed up a bit by your kidnappers.
>Running your tongue through your mouth, you taste blood but all your teeth are intact.
>Slowly opening your eyes which stung, you can make out two figures standing in front of you.
>"Hey, I think our friend is waking up."
>Anyone in New Meridian could recognize that voice.
>It was the most notorious man in the entire kingdom; Lorenzo fucking Medici.
>While you're clearly in deep shit, you know keeping calm could mean the difference between life and death.
>Experience taught you that.
>You vision finally clearing, you see your second captor; the second most notorious man, Vitale Medici.
>You knew exactly why the got you, they know about you and Black Dahlia.
>Lorenzo chuckles at your silence.
>"Nerves of steel huh? I like that, I can see what Dahlia sees in you."
>"But I have a strict no fraternization rule, especially without my approval."
>Vitale speaks up.
>"I have to admit, I thought Dahlia would be the last of our agents to go soft."
>Lorenzo cuts off that train of thought.
>"It doesn't matter now."
>You wonder what that means, they couldn't seriously be implying....?
>"Black Dahlia, the most famous killer is will be in a million pieces by now!"
>You interrupt the Medici patriarch.
"You can't be serious, you'll kill your best henchwoman just over a such a small thing?"
"After all she's done for you? With all the pressure the Renoirs and the Skullgirl are putting on you guys?"
>Vitale looks like he's going to deliver a punch to your gut, but Lorenzo stops him.
>"Yes, her death will be a major loss to us; but we can't afford her to loose her bloodlust."
>"First she spares a man here and there, then she stops killing all together."
>"The next thing you'll know she'll want to marry and start a family."
>"Do you realize how much reputation I'll lose if Black Dahlia stops killing?"
>"Or how many important secrets and dirt she could leak if she becomes a gossiping housewife?"
>He starts having a coughing fit.
>Vitale adjusts his glasses and clears his throat.
>"We've got candidates to replace her anyway, we know she isn't immortal; we're just retiring her early."
>"The Renoirs and the Skullgirl are both stupid kids with anger issues, the Medici's have survived worse."
>Lorenzo gazed at his expensive watch and stepped outside.
>He returned a few seconds later with a machete wielding goon in tow.
>So this was it, if what they said was true your Dahlia is dead.
>Anger welled up inside you, but you knew you couldn't break you restraints.
>You're not going to giving them the enjoyment of struggling.
>You hope that one day these monsters will pay for all their crimes.
>As you executioner draws nearer to you, you hear faint commotion from outside the room.
>The ground shook, causing your chair to rock; The three men struggled to stand.
>The goon turned to Lorenzo, who with a head motion signaled the goon to see what's happening.
>He gives the machete to Vitale before stepping out.
>As the door opens the distinct sound of gunshots fill the air.
>The uneasiness between the two mafia bosses grows as the henchman's scream is heard.
>The door flies off it's hinges, the henchman's body had been thrown against it.
>Smoke from the other room blocked everyone's vision.
>A familiar figure struts into the room.
>The two men look like they've seen a ghost.
>Your heart is beating out of your chest, you can't believe she survived.
>"That was a pretty poor attempt at sacking me Lorenzo, I never thought your were that big of a coward."
>"I had a hunch, but now I definitely know that you're brain's been rotting ever since you lost the life gem!"
>Vitale tries to get in between her and Lorenzo, holding up the machete defensively.
>She snatches the neck of his tie and throws him across the room; cracking the drywall on impact.
>"There is one line you do not cross Lorenzo, and that is my personal life!"
>He holds his arms up.
>"Y-You would be nothing without me! I gave you a job and a reason to live, what more could you ask!?"
>She sighs and aims her gun at him.
>"I got the chance of a lifetime here Lorenzo, the chance to be with someone for a lifetime."
>"The chance to have a family; a real one, not the 'family' you control!"
>"In the past months he's given me more than you have in fourteen years!"
>A scowl appears on his face.
>"And you think you can have a family? A normal life? Ha! You're a weapon Dahlia, a living weapon!"
>"You're incapable of loving someone!"
>She steps forward.
>"If I was incapable of love, would I be doing this?"
>You shut your eyes as the sound of gunshots almost deafen you.
>Opening them slowly you see Lorenzo Medici, the most infamous criminal in history, dead.
>Killed by his own assassin and bodyguard.
>You and Dahlia stare at his corpse, almost expecting him to rise again, but he remains motionless.
>Dahlia move towards you, untying you and caressing your face.
>"I was so worried about you, look what they did to you."
>She is blaming herself.
>You kiss her cheek and attempt to reassure her.
"It's okay, everything is going to be f-"
>"You bitch!"
>Quickly turning both of you see Vitale charging at Black Dahlia with the machete.
>Dahlia isn't going to have enough time to shoot or move away.
>You act on your first instinct, and jump in front of the blade.
>You feel sharp, horrifying pain and the machete slices down your left arm.
>You bite your tongue, trying not to pass out.
>Dahlia has already grabbed Vitale and throws him into the next room.
>You follow after them, dislodging the blade from your arm.
>The next room is actually Lorenzo Medici's office.
>Dahlia smashes Vitale repeatedly on the desk, turning the expensive furniture into smithereens.
>Vitale crawls to the massive window and uses it to prop himself up.
>She aims her gun at him.
>"Your first mistake Vitale was sending Ottomo and Cerebella with me."
>"Your second was thinking my girls' loyalty would be to you and your father and not me."
>"And now your third and final mistake is trying to kill me and my boyfriend with brute force."
>He barely is able to speak up.
>"How is he able to win you over?"
>Putting her arm over your shoulders, she smirks.
>"He knows how to show a lady a good time; unlike you Vitale, I've seen the faces of you mistresses coming out of your office."
>With that, she unloads on him and Vitale Medici crashes through the window, plummeting off the top of Medici Tower.
>Dahlia brings you into a bone crushing hug.
>"Well dear, I think that takes care of that."
>Letting go of you, she sees the amount of your blood staining her dress.
>"Oh dear Trinity how much blood did you lose!?"
>The infamous Medici bunny assassins enter the room.
>Dahlia points to one.
>"Marigold, call the garage and have the team down there prepare Lorenzo's limo, now!"
>She grabs you, bridal style, and runs out the room.
>"I think I know one place to take you, and I hope to the goddess she's still there!"
>As you are being raced through Medici, you swear you could see tears in her eyes.
>You are almost passing out from pain/bloodloss.
>"Don't you dare die on me!"

--------Chapter X--------

>You wake up with a jolt.
>You must've passed out in the car.
>You seem to be in some sort of medical office.
>Gazing around, you see various medical tools and instruments.
>Your wound has been dressed and there seems to be an IV in your other arm.
>Suddenly the sound of footsteps brings your attention to the door.
>Out from the darkness comes a nurse with the biggest pair of tits you've ever seen in your life.
>They were practically falling out of her skimpy get up.
>Snapping your attention to her face, you see she is missing an eye and the other one is deep red.
>You see a smirk behind her surgical mask.
>"So it seems my patient has woken up."
>Her voice gave you a number of impressions.
>Firstly, she could probably snap you like a popsicle stick.
>Secondly, she seems to have a very dry demeanor.
>As she starts looking over you a million questions fill your head.
"How long was I out?"
>"Not too long, you lost around thirty percent of your blood."
"Did Black Dahlia take me here?"
>"Yes. I'll admit, I was quite surprised to see her barge in carrying you like that."
"Do you know Dahlia?"
>There was a pause after this question.
>"You could say we go far back."
>Perhaps this nurse had something to do with her past?
"Where is she now?"
>"She went back to Medici Tower to get her belongings, she should be back any minute."
>Dahlia must've trusted this person if she left you alone with her.
>"You seem to be recovering pretty well, you're lucky, the blade didn't sever any important nerves."
>She stands beside you for a minute, you can tell she's looking at you almost as if you're a puzzle.
>"Why did she feel the need to save you?"
"I ask myself that question everyday."
>She seems taken aback.
>"You mean to tell me the two of you have met before?"
>Seeing as you fucked up and spilled the beans, you decide to come clean.
>After all, she's Dahlia's friend, right?
"We're a couple actually. Did she tell you what happened at the tower?"
>The nurse shook her head.
>You recant the tale of you relationship to her, leaving out the naughty bits of course.
>All the while she seems quite surprised about the whole thing.
>"I would've never guessed Black Dahlia of all people could fall so hard for someone."
>Rubbing her chin, her eyes bore into you again; she's quite inquisitive.
>"My name's Valentine by the way."
>You give her yours and shake her hand.
"Thanks again for saving my life!"
>"The pleasure's mine."
>The way she nonchalantly talks about saving your life makes you understand why her and Dahlia are friends.
>The sound of footsteps cause the both of you to turn your head.
>-----A month later-----
>It's been a month since the massacre at Medici tower.
>It dominated the headlines of newspapers in the kingdom since then.
>When the supposed entire Medici bloodline is wiped out, you better damn believe there is going to be headlines.
>Speculations as to who and why ran amok.
>Some say it was the Skullgirl, others the Princess.
>But the one question that seemed to be brought up the most is what happened to Black Dahlia?
>Her body wasn't among the ones found, and her penthouse had been stripped of it's belongings.
>Some, more crazier theories say it was her that did the act.
>Though even those are stumped as to why she would do such a thing.
>You know the truth, of course.
>You're lying in bed, gazing at your apartment ceiling.
>You look down at your bandaged arm and grimace.
>It's been healing quick, but you still need to go to Valentine for check ups.
>You don't mind, she seems pretty nice once you get past her cold exterior.
>You and Dahlia couldn't remember if the blade was rusty or not so you got a tetanus shot.
>Valentine distracted you with her breasts and gave you a lollipop of your choice afterwards.
>Still you wish the damn thing could heal so you could get on with life.
>Living with one arm is annoying.
>It was hard coming up with an excuse at work too.
>You just said some mugger went after you.
>You sigh as you think of what you're about to do.
>Are you rushing? You might be....
>Suddenly your bathroom door opens, revealing your Dahlia in her lingerie.
>She's been adjusting to the home life as well as she can.
>Valentine had managed to somehow get her a fake I.D.
>Her new name was 'Dolly Anders', all the relevant information was there.
>She makes her way to you and lies down next to you.
>The two of you cuddle for a minute.
>"I'm so happy, ever since that night."
>You concur with by giving her a passionate kiss.
>She retaliates, and soon the both of you are making love to one another.
>You feel her up; her soft breasts, thick hips, and supple ass-it's all yours.
>Her hands feel you up too, though she's careful not to aggravate your arm.
>You both strip and she jacks off your manhood with her normal hand.
>You kiss her neck, egged on by her moans.
>She gives you a soft push, letting you know to lie down.
>Complying; she straddles your hips, lining up your cock with her pussy.
>It slowly slides in and the two of you are in ecstasy.
>She rides you like that first night oh so long ago.
>Though this time it's without the threat of your head getting blown off.
>You freely place your good hand on her hips and help push her up and down your shaft.
>She leans in for a kiss and your lips interlock.
>Tongues dancing freely, you relished in her completely.
>Soon the positions reverse and it's you whose ontop of her.
>You lay on her, pumping into her with all your hip strength.
>Hearing the smacking of her ass and her wild screams was the greatest symphony you've heard.
>You felt her orgasm, but you persevered even as your body was begging for release.
>You wanted to make her a screaming mess, to make her yours forever.
>You softly bite at her neck as she squirms under your body.
>To think Black Dahlia's fate would be this; to think you'd be the one to do it!
>As she orgasms for a second time your will to continue falters.
>You push forward with all your might, and make sure you shoot deep inside of her.
>You feel her legs wrap around your waist; you couldn't pull out if you wanted to.
>You spend a good minute or so like this, slowly thrusting and ensuring your entire load was spent.
>As your breaths catch up, you stare into each others eyes.
>This feeling was more than you could ask for.
>While this might be the afterglow talking, you have the courage to do your deed.
>Her legs releasing you, you crawl to the dresser by your bed and retrieve a box.
"Dolly, I've been wanting to do this for awhile now."
>You have her attention.
"I realize this might be too early and I won't be upset if you say no."
>Holding up the box, you open it for her.
"Will you make me the happiest man in the world?"
>The ring cost you quite the penny, you had it custom made.
>It was black diamonds arranged to make a Dahlia in the middle.
>The message wasn't lost on the jeweler who gave you an odd look at your request.
>Tears ran down Dahlia's cheeks at your display.
>You got a bone crushing hug for it.
>"Of course I accept."
>As the two of you separate from the hug she looks at you.
>"You know, Valentine did look into my cybernetics."
>Her eyes go to the floor.
>"She said, it's effects on me could be reversed and I could have...."
>You know what she was implying.
>You run you hand through her hair and reassure her.
"I wouldn't object to making you a mother, as long as it isn't dangerous for you."
>She sniffles and fall back on the bed.
>Putting the ring box down on the dresser you join her.
>She cuddles into your chest.
>You can recall another definition for Dahlias in the language of flowers.
>'My gratitude exceeds your care.'
>You put your arm around her, pulling her closer.
>Her gratitude certainly knows no bounds.
>First you got the lust of the Dahlia, now you had something else.
>The love of the Dahlia.

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>-----A Year Later------
>The cool fresh smell of fallen rain filled New Meridian.
>It was a peaceful spring day.
>And you, the former assassin known as Black Dahlia, had a busy day running errands.
>You and your little blossom are a perfect team.
>Going to the grocery store, butcher, and little Iris had a check up at Valentine's.
>No one said motherhood was going to be easy!
>Basket underarm and pushing Iris's stroller, you were heading to your picnic date at the park.
>It's always a treat that you and your family look forward too; you all try to have one every month.
>But first, there is someone you need to visit.
>You make your way towards the Trinity Memorial Park.
>Quietly so as to not disturb sleeping Iris, you pass through it's iron gates.
>Despite the somber tone of the cemetery, the recent rain combined with the sunshine make it beautiful beyond belief.
>You walk among the tombstones, passing famous artists and politicians.
>Then finally you come to the plot you're looking for.
>It was an open space, clear of the bushes and trees that dotted the graveyard.
>You stop in front of a old headstone, one that's become familiar to you.
>'Here Lies Sienna Contiello, Taken Too Young.'
>Below the epitaph was an image of a rose, just before full bloom, it's thorny stem snapped.
>While externally you were void of emotion, internally the story was much different.
>Poor Sienna, she didn't deserve the anger you directed to her.
>All she was was a naive, possibly out of touch teen who you brutally killed in front of her family.
>From what you can remember, she was a up and coming opera star.
>The Contiellos were always famous for their singing prowess.
>There are a number old romance tales of Contiello seductresses winning over noble Medici knights.
>How ironic that the Medici's would be the ones to wipe them out.
>Their matriarch turned herself into the Skullgirl; a fate worse than death, in a vain attempt to save her family.
>Were you in such position, you don't doubt that you wouldn't make the same decision, despite how futile it was.
>That is much more deserving of becoming a fairy tale than some inaccurate love story.
>You sometimes wonder what sort of woman Sienna would've grown up into?
>A massive musical sensation like Eliza?
>Or perhaps a dragon lady of crime, married to one of Lorenzo's sons; not that oaf Vitale, the one who gave the patriarch a grandchild.
>What was his name again?
>You sigh and clear your mind of pointless questions and focus on what you came here for.
>To pay respects to your greatest mistake; which you utter a silent vow to never repeat again.
>You hope she truly is in a better place now, united with her family.
>Then again, you weren't too hot on religion.
>The sound of gibberish tear you from your thoughts.
>Iris has awoken from her nap and your little blossom reaches out for you.
>It warms your heart so much; she's very attached to you.
>This was your ultimate dream, to be a mother.
>You pick her up and bounce her a bit.
>Thinking back, you can barely recall your mother. From the snippets in your mind you think she was a kind woman.
>Whatever the case, you will endeavor to show this child all the love she could ask for from a mother.
>She fidgets around a bit, which is her way of saying she's hungry. That also mean her daddy is taking lunch time now.
>They both have synced up stomachs.
>Placing your darling Iris back in her stroller, you glance back at the grave; giving a final regard before heading out of the cemetery.
>You smile as you head towards the park; you have so much to live for now, more than what you had when you were affiliated with the Medici's.
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>The walk to the park was relatively quick.
>You've retraced the same route hundreds of time; or at least it felt like it.
>Still, the prize at the end is well worth the effort.
>You always look forward to picnicking with your family.
>Especially on such a gorgeous spring day!
>Entering the park, it doesn't take long for you to spot who you're looking for.
>You wife is sitting on a bench holding your daughter in her arms.
>She stands up when she sees you, and you're quick to give her a peck on the lips and a little kiss on your Iris's head.
"I've missed you both so much!"
>Dolly laughs.
>"We've had a wild day, and I think someone's worked up an appetite!"
>She gestures to Iris who grouchily wiggles in her arms.
>You grab the picnic basket and head under a tree next to the bench.
>Laying out the blanket, you pull out some dishes and a jar of baby food.
>Dolly sits down and gets comfortable with Iris.
>You move close and give your daughter a nice helping of mushed veggies.
>She's very well behaved and she drops the attitude now that she has her food.
>It's not long before the entire jar is empty!
"Looks like you got your old man's bottomless stomach eh?"
>You put away to empty jar.
"You know it won't be long till she can eat solids!"
>Dolly nods in agreement.
>"We went to Valentine's today and she said Iris will start teething any day now."
>Internally you shudder at dealing with a teething baby.
>But you're the one who made it, so you can't complain.
>Forgetting that, you grabbed you and your wife's lunch.
>BLTs with chips, blueberry pie, and fresh lemonade.
>While Dolly isn't as good at cooking as you she still has made huge progress.
>In fact she's made huge progress all across the board.
>She's adjusted to domestic life pretty quickly; and while there was trouble here and there you both got through it.
>Then again, it's not like the two of you hadn't been through worse.
>You both dig in, while Iris plays with a doll she brought with her.
>It was really good, perhaps you've underestimated her cooking skills.
>Packing away the dishes and folding up the blanket, you set off for the New Meridian Bank with your family in tow.
>Dolly rests her head on your shoulders as you pass through the lunch time crowds.
>It's so relaxing knowing you both can be open with your love in public.
>The crowds will never know her secret; especially if you have any say in it.
>Though you both discussed about how to tell Iris when she get old enough.
>The conclusion reached is that she'll find out eventually, so you might as well make sure she doesn't feel like you lied to her.
>You still worry what her reaction will be; she's so close to her mother.
>But Dolly insisted that she be told.
>And you will support her decision.
>As you walk, you grasp her free hand and hold it tight; pulling her closer.
>Not enough to hurt her, you doubt you had the strength to do that.
>Enough to silently let her know she'll have you by her side, forever.
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>As you watch the odd couple leave a million questions fill you mind.
>The thousand voices were silenced by your companion's.
>"Are you sure that woman is who you think she is milady?"
>You nod, the pieces were all there and they were too numerous to just be coincidences.
"I'm certain Leviathan."
>He stared at the back of the couple, as if he's unsure what to do.
>You don't blame him.
>Had you encountered Black Dahlia at any other time, you don't doubt you both would be itching for a fight.
>But now you don't know what you saw!
>She's married!?
>She has a child!?
>How did she survive the Massacre of the Medici's!?
>You wanted answers! And you were half tempted to march to her and demand them!
>But she has a family.....and they way they acted together....was a lot like yours.
>You can't believe you just compared the two like that!
>"Milady, what do you propose we do?"
>You shake your head and sigh.
"I've got no clue Levi, we've finally found HER and now she's got a family and cleaned up!"
>As the family fades into the distance, you head back to the graveyard.
>You first spotted her a few weeks ago, stopping at your grave and standing in front of it silent for a couple of minutes.
>You thought maybe she was a fan from long ago, then you noticed her robotic arm, and her build.
>Then she kept returning sometimes with a baby, you thought she was a babysitter.
>Now without a shadow of a doubt you know your killer has visited your grave!
>You wanted to confront her this time, but she had that child....
>It looked so much like her, you knew she was certainly not babysitting it.
>ARGH! Why must this be complicated!
>You had your chance at revenge, but you didn't take it.
>Watching more clouds clear, you come to a realization.
>You knew why you didn't take the chance.
>You realize what needs to be done.
>"Sienna!"
>You feel a light slap across your face.
"Oof!"
>Levi looks concerned.
>"I'm terribly sorry milady, it's just you were spacing out there; I was starting to get worried if she brought up....unsavory memories."
>You pat him on the head.
"No Leviathan, I'm fine."
>"Than what do we do about...."
>He motions in the direction she went.
"Nothing."
>His eyes almost pop out of his head.
>"What!? Forgive me milady, but are you serious that you'll just let her walk away without confronting her!?"
>You nod.
"Taking revenge there would've just perpetuated the cycle of violence that she started."
>You look at your tombstone.
"If we attacked her and that child grows up without a mother, we'd be no better than her."
>Leviathan looks directly into your face.
>"But surely she shouldn't be able to go about freely without punishment?"
"I know, but I think she's suffering a lot in the inside; she didn't seem to visit us just to gloat."
"We'll watch over her and make sure she stays on the right track; if she truly wishes to turn a new leaf I won't stop her."
"I might not ever forgive her, but maybe the past can be laid to rest."
>Levi sniffles.
>"That's.....very mature of you Sienna. You've grown up so much!"
>You smile and pet him.
"Aw, thank you Leviathan! I wouldn't have made it this far without you!"
>You look up to endless blue sky; free from the dark grey clouds.
>You're full of hope.
>Here's to a brighter tomorrow!