Ahh, a triangle. What a cliche.I thought to myself.
Needless to say, I was pissed with my decision to let the lying scumbag live. After that I enjoyed the obstacles Steven had to face with his lies. Using my abilities, I started fucking with his life; unlocking his phone and leaving it in the room with his wife or dialing the mistress’ number and putting it on speaker while Steven kissed his ignorant wife.
So yeah, I’ve been devious and manipulative lately-- playing with my food if you will--but he deserved it.
Steven continues drinking, ignoring the fact that he’ll have a horrible hangover come sunrise. I guess it’s no problem since he’ll never wake up and beg his wife to forgive his unfaithful ass. He won’t get the chance to spew his fake promises because tonight he will die. He'll be my dinner tonight and a daisy pusher tomorrow.
I stand from the cream colored couch and watch as Steven takes out his phone. Sending out sorry texts to his wife before texting his mistress.Pig. And my sister Rory has the audacity to ask me why I find love to be a joke. Here's you neon sign, babe.
Before he can get his sluggish fingers to unlock his phone I let my cloak dissipate and watch as he stumbles backward when my sudden appearance frightens him.
“Aw, what’s the matter, Stevie boy? Thought you were all by your lonesome self, did you?”
I slowly walk over to him watching his eyes flare with desire as he looks me up and down from my long legs to my black and white hair. I’m not wearing anything too revealing, just fishnet pantyhose under my frayed cutoff shorts and my tight white tank top but the clarity of my form makes my otherworldly beauty more desirable.
The chains I have hanging from my belt clink together as I sway my hips with each step until I stop a foot away. I lean in close to his face and let my partially shifted snake tongue slip out from between my smiling lips and come close to his face without actually touching. I inhale the scent of fear and apprehension that floods his system, including that beautiful vein pulsating on his neck.
Emotions change the essence of a human’s natural flavor. Hatred makes the blood taste like black coffee, bitter and harsh. Desire causes many different flavors, it depends on the type of desire the mortal is feeling but it can range anywhere from cocoa to a fruity flavor.
My favorite is fear. It’s the sweetest emotion of them all. Honey and powdered sugar or cinnamon and brown sugar. But this, admittedly, handsome man before me has been drinking so his blood will taste delightfulandgive me a good buzz.
“Wh- who are you? What do you want?” I mimic his words while he speaks them; typical human. Why are these the only sentences a human mind can come up with in these situations? Why not say something more creative? Not that it’ll stop me, but still, a little less predictability would be much more fun.
I step away. “Forgive me, handsome, I forgot my manners at the door. I’m Ronny Crow.” I give a curtsy right before cloaking myself. He jumps again looking around the room in a panic. Once he stops and rubs his eyes, thinking he’s just drunk and hallucinating, I reappear behind him.
“And I just stopped by for a little fun.”
Steven jumps and spins at the feel of my voice kissing the shell of his ear. I don’t normally play with my prey but this dirtbag deserves it. My sister Roxy is the one with a taste fortheatrics,as Rory calls it. But once in a while, I like to have a good time too and watching this heartbreaker fumble around for his phone is my definition of a good time.
As he crouches to grab the phone he dropped, I kick him on his hip and hear the bone snap. Did I forget to mention that I’m stronger than even the strongest human? I am. My whole race is and most of the underworld is as well. The only race not stronger than the humans are demons. Well, technically they are but they’re a cursed race who can’t harm a human without invitation. They can’t even enter a home unless there has been an invite from a family member within the last six generations.
Steven howls in pain as I squat next to him with a smile.
“The fear running through your veins is divine... it makes my mouth water.”
I disappear again and reappear on his other side. Inches from his ashen face, I let my snake tongue slither out as I grab him by the neck and lift him up off the floor.
I feel my eyes change from they’re normal blue to full on crow black. The pupil bleeds outwards covering my whites as I hiss.
“Let me have a little taste, mortal.”
Before he can scream, I sink my teeth into his artery.
Sugared bourbon.
Cotton candy fear.
My favorite.