I am so sorry I haven't updated for a while. I've had writer's block, but it finally passed. I am so tired. I write best when I'm tired though.
Anyways, love ya'll and PLEASE REVIEW!
-Kensington
It was late at night when I had a nightmare.
It was the kind of nightmare that left you shaking, and made you sit up to look around the room. I had to make sure it wasn't real because my dreams were always so vivid. The nightmare started out white. It took only a moment to realize that it was snowing, the white flakes sticking to the ground. But then it wasn't snowing. It started raining.
The rain was hard and fast, slanted and slamming into the ground. The sun wasn't there, only a full moon to guide me. I was walking through a forest, and as I went on the trees only got taller. Then it changed again, to sunny, clear weather. The sky turned blue, with puffy white clouds.
Two adults walked up to me.
They hugged me, laughing and smiling widely.
They looked so familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on who they were. The women reminded me of someone, with her black hair and blue eyes. The man had brown eyes, with sandy blonde hair. He picked me up and spun me around, grinning.
"Evelyn, beautiful girl!" He exclaimed. I felt my mouth twitch up into a coy smile. I tried to fight it, but he made me feel happy. Whoever he happened to be, I had no idea.
And then it dawned on me.
They were my parents.
Then their smiles disappeared and my father put me down. My mother, who suddenly looked angry, held my father's hand. The sky turned grey, the sun hidden by the clouds. She pointed away, and said, "Go away, you monster!" I frowned, shaking my head. "I said go away!" She was screaming gibberish now, and she started crying.
My father held her as she sobbed, then looked at me, his only daughter, accusingly. "Do you see what you've done Evelyn? You made your mother cry. Leave, go away and don't ever come back." I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and bit my tongue, shaking my head again. Then he got up and marched right up to me, and as soon as his hand came up my eyes went wide.
No, daddy wouldn't dare slap me. Would he? Would he slap his daughter?
But he did. His big hand came down across my cheek, leaving it stinging. I gasped, and put my own hand on my cheek and it burned. I looked up at my father, tears rolling down my face now. "Go away, demon!" He yelled at me, pointing.
Then I snapped. I jumped up with a force I hadn't known I had, and threw my body at him. His eyes were wide with a terror I was so familiar with now, and tried to throw me off. My mom screamed as I ripped the skin off his throat, spitting it out to the side. But she didn't live much longer, because I did the same to her right after.
I woke up, sweating and gasping.
I hated nightmares.
The next day, another body was found. A girl named Tara, young and beautiful. Her parents were devastated, crying and trying to get to their daughter's dead body. Tara's father was holding his wife back, trying to pull her up off of the ground when she collapsed. Of course he was trying to keep himself together, but that's not easy when your daughter is murdered.
Ciel seemed to be getting frustrated with the murders, and how he hadn't yet figured who it was yet. He kept watching who I talked to, wondering who could possibly be close to a heartless human being like me. I smiled at that thought, wondering if I could even be considered a human being. Of course I was; I had a heart and blood running through my veins. I was just a cannibal. That wasn't my fault, really. But I won't blame my mother. I'll blame myself, like I always have.
Sebastian stood next to his master, assuring him that they would find out who the killer was no doubt. The officers talked to the young man, but it was useless and obvious information. Chandler looked like he felt bad for Tara's parents, and he kept glancing at them sadly. How could I possibly like someone like him, someone who felt bad for people? That wasn't like me at all, really.
"I feel so bad for them," Chandler said in a low voice, nodding towards the murdered girl's parents.
I nodded, but in all honesty I didn't care. "Yes, it must be horrible to lose your only child."
Chandler looked down and inhaled a deep breathe. "It's horrible, that someone would do this. It pisses me off!" He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.
I fought back a smile. He was so cute when he was mad… damn it, Evelyn stop this nonsense. You do not like him. But his whiskers, from not shaving that morning, were so sexy. It looked so good on him, and wow those eyes were amazing. I shook my head, and then cleared my throat. "Do you have any leads?"
Chandler shook his head, and said, "No, no witnesses, no leads, nothing was left behind." He clenched his jaw.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and when he looked up at me I said reassuringly, "Hey, we'll find him-or her." It was a nice gesture, something I thought I was incapable of. When you're a hired blood drinking assassin you don't think about being nice. Being nice has nothing to do with you, especially not when you're torturing someone to death.
He blinked, and his bright green eyes looked moist. "I hope so," He murmured. My hand slid down his arm, and I squeezed his hand before letting go. Then I mentally slapped myself in the face for feeling things. He smiled, only a little, and his lips cracked. Blood filled one of the cracks, and I watched as the dark red liquid oozed out.
My stomach growled, but only I could hear it. How long had it been since I'd drank anything? I licked my lips, and my mouth suddenly went dry as Chandler's tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick his own lips. My heart started beating a little faster. I needed to drink someone's blood, and right then Chandler's sounded really appetizing.
