A world away:
Bars.
The mating and feeding ground for the neglected, misbegotten and down on their luck guys. Full of booze, uncomfortable seats and shady men who might just have a joint or two for the right prince. This rat infested dump provided for the needs of many a guy, whose life is currently down the toilet. Believe it or not, I kind of like them. Loads of victims and no one's the wiser once they've had a few. Lost somewhere! The cops may say to the worried families who may or may not be actually pleased at the male disapearance. It's not till the men are found that the cops actually give a damn about some drunk that's run off from his family. Not till they see what I do to them. Not till it makes the papers the following day and that suddenly the cops are slammed with complaints over their misconduct over the case. Not till the grieving families are stuck in a court room or police station and told about the case and interrogated for any leads. Not till the ones investigating it finds the rest of the reports that mysteriously look identical to this one or that they find that the cause can't be tracked down or put on trial. No, because that's the beauty of bars.
Once you enter them, no one gives a crap about you any more because all you are is a drunken guy who's led away by a mysterious woman that they can hardly remember through the thick smell of alcohol and misery. In short, the men don't exist till it's too late.
"So your name's Anna right?" The drunken oaf next to me near slobbers. Of course I do have many names; Clara, Isabel, Mary, Danielle, Elizabeth, Jane, it just goes on. But now I'm dressed as a 21 year old Black head with low self-esteem issues, who works at some strip joint down town. Oh I can hear her screaming down there but she's not getting out till I get my prize. Then I'll slash my own neck and smoke out somewhere after this job is finished. It will properly be merciful for her anyway. Her boyfriend/pimp has been beating her all week and I don't even want to go there about what her father did to her in the past. My father would never hurt me like that unless I did something very wrong like get noticed by a hunter and tracked down like him.
He would be very angry then.
"That's right sugar, Anna Crystal! How about we go get some air? You look kinda green to me!" I laughed falsely in this stupid girl's voice. Oh Lucifer, I hate Texans with their strange accents. Why can't these backwater pigs talk the same as everyone else? I mean I really hate this voice, maybe next time I'll get a chicago girl. They are always fun to play with. The fat man tried to stand up but was so out of it that he nearly dropped right there on the spot. I had to grab his arm and lead him out just so he could walk! I mean ew, that is gross.
We walked a few blocks with the pig's arm around my shoulders muttering something about his ex-wife and how she's a bitch and all. Like I care! Anyway we got to our location, a abandoned warehouse, and I turned to him sternly before speaking in that awful accent. "I don't work for free babe, this will be fourty bucks!" He looked at me for a moment in order to comprehend what I was saying before taking out his wallet and handing me his fee. Good, he had a bit to spare for later when I take it from his cold, dead hands. But that's for later, now I need to act the part.
I tucked the wad into my pant pocket before seductively taking off his greasy shirt and trousers to show downstairs, boy was it small. How his wife must love him. He grapples with his shoes before taking them off and trying to undress me. The cheek of it all, but I resisted the urge to kill him then. What I needed right now was to act my part, so I swatted away his clumsy hands from my barely covered breasts and began to undress. He wanted me, I could tell but unfortunately for him; I was not fully naked yet. Instead I let him hold me underneath his sweating pits and try to take me then and there.
He hardly noticed the knife underneath his chin as it cut into his flesh and bone. No, he was already spluttering in pain. So I chopped, and chopped untill he was tiny little pieces before taking his already removed clothes and searching for his wallet. In all there was around two hundred bucks on him, properly all from his families' hard earned wages to pay for beer and women. The jerk.
I could hear a lone dog nearby howl in delight at finding the lucky pile of rapidly deteriorating flesh and then a few streets away the rest of the pack sound a cacophony of howls and barks in appreciation. Mutts, they are all just mutts. Compared to my big puppy, they are all just mutts. But I knew that it would be easier to slip out of town with this wad then to fight some starving mutts just on principle so I let them feast on the jerk's remains. Heck, they might just eat it all up and the cops won't ever find the jerk again. But first things first, I need to get out of Austin, Texas and out of this meat suit.
I walked the streets for a couple of blocks before finding a nice, quiet, rank alley in which to say goodbye to this whore and hello to the next pretty young thing I need to do the whole thing over again. I might even divert from this pattern and go and kill a homely family for fun. That sounds the best course of action.
"Hey pretty lady, why don't you come over here and give me a big kiss?" A blundering moron suggested in a very serious tone. Oh good, a telephone for daddy. Now I can see if he has a lead on the Winchester boys and if I can tear their guts out yet, oh fun.
"Why don't you come here and I'll give you more then a kiss!" I whispered seductively at the man who dared to try this with me. I'm nobody's bitch except daddy and the big boss. As if he was actually going to get anything from me, the dumb brute came closer and tried to get at my clothes in hopes of holding me down for the deed. As if, I always get top bunk. So I cut open his throat and collected the blood as normal before saying the words that got me daddies' attention.
"Father, is there any leads yet on the brat boys? I'm getting bored of killing drunks!" I smiled as he spoke to me in that lingering voice of his. Oh father you are certainty cut out for the spot as manager of us all. I gasped at his words. "On their way to California? Yes daddy I'll get to Sammy. Don't worry I'll have him creaming himself in my presence in no time. Of course, no maiming or torture. Yes, I know I have to make sure he doesn't know I'm a demon. Thank you father, I'll make you proud!" I ended the call and drew my knife, time to exit the building I suppose. And time to find a nice young girl to party in. I'd love to take a Girl from Massachusetts.
They are always so much fun.
Ok, This is a new one for me, with taking an actual character for my own use other then using OCs. So review and subscribe if you like and see you next update I suppose.
Adieu,
Katherine.