Hey guys! As you probably know (Or not) This is my second story. Constructive Criticism is welcomed and encouraged! Enjoy!
She loved killing.
The rush, the pain, the sorrow. The feeling of the knife she would use to cut them open and suck the red out of them. The warm, sticky goo that ran across her hands. The splatters of blood that dotted her face.
She loved that feeling more than anything. It was something she learned after Simon was gone. It was something that her father taught her.
He said "Killing is what all little girls do with their daddy."
She believed him. That stupid, stupid 10 year old girl believed him. It wasn't until she was already a vampire she that she realized, that killing was wrong. She met a human boy 100 years ago. She met him as a child, when he was about one year old. She killed his parents and drank the red out of their blood. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to kill him. He had tan skin and dark, curly brown hair. And yet she still brought him to her home. She fed him apples, strawberries, and sometimes meat. Slowly but surely, she fell in love. When he was eighteen, he kissed her. It was strange, feeling those warm human lips against her cold dead ones.
After that, she took his hand and said "I killed your parents."
He left quickly after that.
For years and years, Marcy cried. She was in pain. "How could I betray my only love?" She thought. "How could he betray me?" Eventually her sadness was turned to anger. She was infuriated at this man. Yet she was still infatuated. She couldn't help but think about him on a daily basis.
One day she decided that she would search for him. She looked high and low. She even found more humans. But she could never find him. In her helpless days searching for him, she thought about what his life might be like.
"Is he married?"
"Does he have kids?"
"Where is he?"
"Is he even alive?"
Thirty years to that day, she found him. She sneaked into a house, and there he was. Thirty-eight years old hadn't changed him one bit.
She saw his wife, Blonde hair and blue eyes. She saw his children, three of them to be exact.
But she wasn't after them. She waited for hours. Until they finally slept. She woke him up.
"Mar-Marcy! Please, I'll do whatever you wish, just don't harm my family!"
She took him outside. She pulled out her knife.
And she stabbed him. And stabbed him. She stabbed him in the chest until his body looked so mutilated, and so torn, that the only part of him that anyone could recognize, was his face. His beautiful face. Tears streamed down her face and onto his cheeks. She lent down and kissed him, but it was different from the first time. His lips where now cold and dead like hers. She screamed so loud that she was sure the Nightosphere could hear it. She was done killing.
She hated killing.
So, Yeah. Also, the man in this story isn't Finns Father. Its one of his ancestors, so thats why she couldn't kill him and Jake because she knew they where related to him. Please review!