It runs down my chin, covers my hands and arms. Black in the moonlight... Blood, I am not just a killer tonight. Now I am a fully fledged murderer and I have my sights set on becoming a serial killer as soon as possible.
The target tonight was simple, easy and delicious to kill... wanna hear about it? No? You don't want to hear about how she screamed and cried and begged? Well I want to tell you anyway and let's face it; you don't have a choice...
I sat in the meeting with the client going over every single little detail this little prick wanted for the contract. I was to take nothing from his house, not get blood on his clothes and not to kill anyone other than his wife.
I drum my claws on the table getting increasingly annoyed with the little dipshit, he's scared of me, that's something at least. I grunt when he asks if I understand and he shuts his little yap for a bit which makes me grin.
I get to my feet and tower over him when he asks me if I have any questions, I do have a question and I need it answered. I lean down and growl at him "Do ya want 'er ta go easy?" The little prick makes my day when he tells me I can do what I like with her.
I drive to the little pricks house in the dead of night, from the position of the moon it's about one in the morning. I cut the engine about a mile away and stalk to the house, a light is on where I guess the master bedroom is. Creeping forwards I look up at the window, its well above my head but it doesn't matter. I dig my claws into the mortar between the bricks, the claws on my toes doing the same. It's a short climb and I find myself looking at the figure of a young and beautiful woman, why he wants her dead is beyond me after all with a woman you can just beat them till they're quiet.
I watch and wait until she slips naked into the master bathroom. I open the window she carelessly left open, further until I can squeeze into her room. I close the window and move silently across the room to stand against the door. I wait and breathe in her scent... and the scent of the others. Little prick's scent is the weakest in the room, now I know why he wants her dead, though again a good beating would keep any woman worth having in line. I wonder if she will beg...
After roughly an hour of waiting she comes out of the bathroom, she's just had a shower I can see the little droplets of water running down her smooth golden skin... instantly her body kicks out fear, not because she's seen me but because she's seen the closed window. An observant bitch, this one... She spins on her heels to face me and drops the towel she was clutching in shock as I leer at her.
She starts the usual bullshit of how her husband is going to be home any minute, about guard dogs, about how I need to get the hell out of her house and I just stand and listen. This makes her angry and frightened at the same time, a delicious smelling combination I can tell you... though nothing beats terror.
She backs away from me in fright as I take a step towards her, I have to confess I'm disappointed. I had hoped that she would have some real fire not just a tough front. No matter I will still get the terror I crave from her.
She's on her knees now in front of me, begging me not to hurt her that she was a good person and didn't deserve to die like this. I snort at that and casually mention all the men she has had in the last week that shuts her up pretty quick. She looks up at me with hard eyes and scowls, she tells me that if I'm here to blackmail her she will go to the authorities, I watch with delight as her face changes when I tell her I didn't come for money... that I came for her.
She stands up, cocky now thinking all I want is a good time, I let her think that her lithe body pressing up against mine. I put my arms around her I extend my claws fully into her back making her whimper and squirm in pain, I lean down and purr in her ear "I didn't come ta fuck ya... I came ta kill ya." She screams and pushes against my chest trying pitifully to stop me.
I laugh at her and drag my claws down her back, cutting deeply. She screams and cries the scream making me shudder and growl in pleasure, god I love the sound of screams... I release her from my crushing embrace and immediately slap her across the face, sending her sprawling onto the floor. I'm on her instantly pinning her under my weight, I use my claws to made long cuts across her body especially her soft belly. She is thrashing and screaming under me trying to escape me, but she's only spurring me on.
I enjoy punching and slapping her across the face, she's stopped screaming now but at least she's still whimpering. Trying to crawl away she is, I watch her in fascination for a little while, she gets to the window and I grab her ankle and yank her back to me as she goes to scream. I slap her across the face and cut her cheeks with my claws, I lick the blood off and she bursts into noisy sobs.
This makes me laugh she's only sobbing because I'm ruining her face. I try to comfort her by telling her that the only person that's going to be interested in how her face looks is the funeral director. Oddly this doesn't seem to comfort her, vain creature that she is. Worse than I am really, I looked at her vanity table and looked at all her lotions and potions. The must have cost little prick a pretty penny.
She's insulting me now and I feel my rage slowly bubble to the surface. I launch myself at her, biting into her throat, not deeply enough to kill her but enough to make her shut her filthy mouth. My claws are slicing through her flesh and she goes limp under me. I reign in my temper and stand to look down at her, as she whimpers and sobs on the floor at my feet. The power I feel as I gaze down at her is immense and I purr with the pleasure of it all.