I wrote this fanfic when I was fourteen, and had forgotten about it. I was digging through my 'vault' recently and found this, among others, waiting. Please enjoy, and tell me what you think! :) Reviews are much appreciated!
Much Love,
Jax :3
She sat on the windowsill, contemplating that which she was about to begin. The journey of a lifetime...or a lifetime in jail. Whichever the case, the deed must be done quickly, and it must be clean. Silent as the dead.
She smiled at the irony.
Gazing at the full moon, her plans set, everything in place, she felt a smile slide onto her face. It was perfect. He would know who'd killed him, oh yes...he would know.
She dropped like a shadow out of the window, landed noiselessly on a fire escape, and scaled the building, to the roof. It would be easier to get to his apartment over the rooftops.
She slid in through his open bedroom window, anger rising in her at the sight of the woman lying next to him.
Focus! She thought, breathing deeply.
She slid the switchblade out of the top of her thigh-high, black leather boots. Flicking it open she, stood looking down at his handsome face, and caressed his jawbone with the tip of the blade.
His blue eyes flickered open, and she smiled.
"Hello, darling," She stressed the last word as she slit his throat, watching him writhe in pain and agony, feeling the wicked laugh rise up in her chest. A movement, a flash of white, the other woman was on her feet, screaming.
"Oh dear, don't bother. He's dead," She said as the blond began to cry."Oh, and now I'll have to kill you."
The pleasure in her voice was unrestrained, and she saw the fear in the woman's eyes. Her leather-clad grip tightened around the stainless steel handle, his blood dripping slowly onto the pristine white carpet.
The inch of bare skin between her thigh-high boots and the bottom of her skirt felt an icy draft as the crisp wind snapped viciously 'round the room. She did not shiver, nor give a sign she had felt it, as the other woman backed against the pale blue wall, whimpering in fear.
"Oh, you've nothing to worry about, dear. It'll be quite painless," She grinned, each step bringing her closer to the warm blood running through the woman's veins. She breathed deeply again, smelling sweat and tears, feeling the woman's pulse quicken.
"I don't think you deserve to die the same way he did. Not a fitting end to the story, is it?"
The woman whimpered. Aeon smirked.
"I thought not."
"He's a player, you know. He was going to dump you in the morning, in favor of a sexy slut from downtown. But I will release you from that pain. From this worldly pain," Her pale green eyes, nearly white in her anger, flashed menacingly. She was now face-to-face with this woman, with her manicured nails and straight blond hair, cowering in fright against the wall.
"Pitiful," She sneered, tossing her jet black bangs out of her eyes."Stand up."
The woman stood.
Aeon placed a finger under the woman's chin. "What is your name, so that I may carve it on your gravestone?"
"G-Giselle," She gasped, whimpering as Aeon's nail cut into her perfect, porcelain skin.
"Giselle," Aeon whispered, leaning close to the woman's neck, licking the hollow above her collarbone.
"I am Aeon Flux. His ex-wife," She nodded casually at the dead man on the bed.
"This won't hurt a bit," She slid a razor-sharp nail across Giselle's neck, heard her gurgle pitifully as blood welled out through her trachea. "Goodbye, Giselle."
She leaped out the window, silent and graceful as a panther, disappearing into the night.