Author's Note: Just a quick OC fic. As you probably have already guessed I LOVE getting into character's minds. This fic is rather dark, so if you don't think you can handle it. Stop reading now. ENJOY! R&R!
Touchless Destroying of Bonds
Drawing back, I felt the blood of my victim surge through my veins, slowly restoring my 'sanity'. A cold corpse laid in the place of a once beautiful, ambitious young girl. I smiled, kicking the empty body into a nearby bush.
My power was still intact but now I could access it without the blur of the hunger. Lifting my finger, a distant BMW began to rise from its space, hovering in mid air. With a simple twitch of my eye it hurtled hundreds of years ahead, creating a thundering crash as it collided with a large willow tree.
My eyes became focused on an opening in a fence, to which I advanced and passed through. I found myself in a traditional middle-class family backyard: children's toy lazily left astray, uncomfortable but decorative lawn chairs, and most importantly a small doghouse located in the far corner.
A low growl naturally rumbled from my throat; my sharp teeth readied in my mouth as I neared the doghouse. A steady, natural breathing was emitted from the canine. I made a fist with my left hand as the wooden outers of the structure to collapse inwards. A howl of surprise and pain ripped through the air causing a stirring from within the house.
I ran along the side of the home, ready to begin my sadistic game. Climbing limberly up the water pipe, I rested motionless upon the rooftop in a low crouch.
A brown-haired man exited the house from below, a crowbar firmly raised in his arms.
How much more fun the 'smart' mortals make my games…
With a crook of my finger, a yelp emitted from below as the cold iron hit the man's forehead with a beautiful crack.
The sharp scent of healthy blood hit my nose causing a waver in my stance. The sensual aroma beckoned me closer as I leapt upon the young man; his head reddened with my addiction.
I bore my teeth, inspiring a look of terror and disbelief in his eyes. Sharing eye contact, I momentarily pitied the pathetic man, frozen in his fear.
Seconds later, he was just another empty body read to fade into eventual nothingness.
A shriek echoed through the thick darkness of the night as a young woman saw the bloody massacre of her late husband.
Advancing, I ripped her throat out swiftly so that when she fell limp, her face is frozen, as it was when the scream had originally erupted from her lips.
I entered the house, moving silently towards the staircase. As I climbed the stairs, I lifted my fingers toward the wall, breaking the glass of each picture frame as I passed.
With a wave of my hand, the wooden door before me swung open, revealing a whimpering little boy.
Sensing his fear, I wiped the dripping blood from my lips, staining my palm.
With one swift movement, I broke his neck; ending only his pain but my lovely game.
5 picture frames, 3 bodies… leaving one heartless but satisfied immortal.