Sadistic Lust

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Those two words are the best two to use to describe Claire. She's very weak, but very powerful when it comes to her thoughts. She also has somewhat physcic powers, and if she's close enough to someone, she can hear bits of their thoughts.

Warning: OPENING IS VERY....GOREY...

Not recommedned for anyone who hasn't seen a horror movie...

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Chapter 1/Sadisitic Awakening

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I heard my mother's screams ringing in my ears. I was but five then, but I was still haunted by my mother's murder.

I suddenly sat up in bed, realizing what I should do.

It's wrong, but...it needs to be done...Is similar to what I thought that night.

I got up, not caring to change out of my night gown. (Even though it was my best and snow white.) My bare feet felt cold on hard cement floor, the snow whistling through the broken window beside my bed.

I padded out of my room, glad that my father's snores were loud enough to cover my yelp when I fell down. (I had always been weak because of my premature birth.)

I quickly got up and tiptoed into the kitchen. And then I saw it. The knife he had used to kill my mother. The bastard didn't even clean it...I thought madly. (I had always loved my mother, but being around my rambling father had taught me too many bad words,)

I quickly grabbed it and stumbled out of the room, numb from what I was about to do.

I took the knife, held it high above my head. Then plunged it down into where I knew his heart was.

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"Claire, darling, tell the--" sniffle "--man what happened that night."

"Mommy was killed by daddy," I said sadly to my aunt and the policeman.

"And? What happened next, baby?"

Here was where I would lie. "I was woken up by a strange man. He hurt my hands here--" I pointed to the self-inflicted red scars on my wrists, "--and he made me put the sharp thing in daddy's body." I sniffled and burst into fake tears.

"What did he do after that?" the policemand asked, a hint of sympathy and pity in his voice.

"He left daddy and me alone."

"We found you and your daddy in the snow outside. Did he take you both there?"

"He--" sniffle, "left. I took my daddy outside to get help but he was too big."

"She's been very weak because her mother gave her a premature birth. She fainted from all of the stress of his body." My aunt sounded pitiful as well, as if it was me who would be hurt by this incident.

Not likely.

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I grinned evily (I was ten then) as I took my wax carving knife and stabbed it into the little boys arm. He was already dead from the cut I did to his brain, but I still loved the blood flowing into my hands.

"Not a little baby, not a grown up child, but still dead--dead! as if maturely aged~" I sang. "Bloody little baby, bloody little boy, not alive anymore~"

I then dragged him into the river and let his body float away from our town. I used a bucket to scoop out water to wash myself and the sight where I had murdered all twelve of my victims.

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(fourteen) "CLAIRE!!" my aunt shreiked angrily as she saw me and the dove. I had just slit it's throat so that all of the blood would drip out nicely, staining the white feathers. "What are you doing?!"

"The dove was hurt in the wing and couldn't fly, so I put it out of it's misery," I said sadly, hoping she would still scold me.

She sighed then smiled. "You were always so compassionate--" I wanted to throw the knife at her, "--but today is the Christmas party and you dirtied your white dress."

"I can put a new one on."

Another sigh. "Okay, go change, darling." Darling? More like devil's daughter~ I thought evilly as I slipped on a red and green lolita dress.

I had always loved hurting things, and it's not a surprise that my aunt let me get away with it if I had a good excuse. I killed the baby with 'breathing problems' when I was twelve, the kitten that was 'the runt of the litter,' when I was thirteen, and now the dove that's wing was broken by my own hands so that it wouldn't fly away.

My torturings had gone down from once a month to once a year due to my growing boredom with hurting others.

Maybe this year I could hurt myself...?

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I smiled as my doll began to move on it's own.

"Mistress, would you like--" the maid dropped the towels and soaps in her arms as she saw my favorite wax figurine move.

"Wi-witch-cr-craft--" the maid ran down the hall to tell my aunt.

The next day she was slaughtered in the hen house, wax mysteriously found in her blood stream.

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"Claire, you have what we call innocence," the man with glasses said rather sadly, as if he wished I didn't have it.

"Innocence? Yeah, like I'm innocent~" I sang-song smugly.

"Yes, well, innocence is used to kill Akuma, demons in human bodies that want to kill others."

"Maybe I'm secretly an Akuma~"

"No, Akuma are made of the opposite of Innocence."

"Maybe my innocence is a fake~"

"Not likely. Innocence would be extremly hard to copy."

I rolled my eyes and began to play with my wax knife, wondering if I would get off with just a scolding if I hurt this strange man.

"Claire, your knife has no use now so I would advise you to--"

I was bored with the idea of hurting him, but fascinated by the fact that I could hurt myself.

I plunged the knife into palm and grinned evily as the blood pooled.

"Damnit. Tie her up!!" he shouted as they took the knife and put me in the straight jacket.

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Ok~ Finally done with the filler introductions. The rest of the chapter will have little to no time jumps like this. The next chapter starts three years from now, when she is finally marked unsadistic and gets to be released.

Hope you weren't too freaked out. I got this idea when I destroyed one of my christmas presents (a poster of New Moon XD) and my mother said 'That's so...sadistic, Katherine..."

Please review, even if it's a complaint.