Author's Note: Graphic violence and disturbing content ahead.
Gordon Residence
Night
The soft click answered Rayne's fears and soon Clayton's footsteps resounded throughout the room. She turned around to see his now golden-yellow eyes, the eyes of a wolf, glowing in the dark. His true nature was now revealed. Rayne stood her ground, although she was frightened but she didn't show it and now, she was a little more prepared. As Clayton got closer to the light, Rayne could see his face was twisted into that of a predator, his fangs were framed by a large, evil smile and his wolf amber eyes tried to pierce Rayne with fear.
As he looked at her, Rayne could see lust in his eyes. This man was a pedophile.
"Aren't you a brave one" he said licking his lips, his voice deeper and sinister. All the kids I've had down here tried to run or cried for their mothers. Do you have a mother?" he said tauntingly. A knot twisted in Rayne's stomach.
"My mother is dead."
"A father?"
"No."
Clayton put his head back and let out a devilish laugh.
"Ha! This will be easy then. Nobody misses orphans. No one will miss you!" he said with a sneer.
Was he right?
Rayne had no other family and friends except her father's but she highly doubted he would miss her, if he even remembered her at all. If she were to die, no one would notice and even if they did, no one would care. But that didn't mean she could not care for her own life. She had to make a stand. She had an idea, maybe she could scare him that she was a dhampir and that she killed one of his mother's vampires.
"My mother was killed by a vampire just like you. That vampire was my father," she said, trying to ignore the fact that she had killed her only mother on Kagan's command. Clayton's smug face changed to surprise.
"You're a dhampir?"
"Yes, and I killed one of your vampires last night. He told me your mother's name with his last breath. I came to your soup kitchen today to find her and to kill her and now, you…"
At first Clayton looked at her in disbelief. A minute later, he laughed.
"You killed Carter last night? I give you my thanks, he was a problem. I keep telling mother to control her "pets" better. He escaped the night before from his cell and he killed a maid. Again, I thank you for getting rid of him." Clayton said with a twisted smile.
He continued; "Unlike my indulgent mother, I don't keep pets, I keep toys! And I like to play with them a bit before I finish them. Children are the best, their despair and fear are the most potent and I get much entertainment from their suffering as I take their innocence and lives as they beg!"
"Holy shit," Rayne thought, " this man is a monster. When I find the moment, I am going to give this bastard the painful death he deserves!" She glared at Clayton with quiet anger; something began to stir within her. She could feel power coursing through her veins; one of her dhampir powers was surfacing. Clayton's grin got bigger.
"This is the first time I have ever "played" with a dhampir child!" he said as he readied his right hand for a devastating right hook.
"Lets play!" he howled as he sent his fist flying. But to his surprise Rayne caught his arm with her left hand and with a strong twist of her wrist, broke it. Pain coursed through his arm and Clayton screamed in response. In rage, he ignored her now crimson eyes and sent his left hand flying, but Rayne caught this one too.
This time Rayne had a much more painful surprise for him. With a strong squeeze and pull, Rayne tore off Clayton's left arm. Clayton roared with pain and he tried to get free of Rayne's grip. She let him go and he fell backward. Before he could scream some more, Rayne, after her Blood Ragehad subsided, jumped on top of him and stuffed his own severed arm into his mouth to quiet him.
Clayton's muffled roar sounded throughout his body as he struggled with a broken arm and the bloody stump of one. Rayne, confidant that he couldn't do anything but struggle, took out her first weapon to impale him with. As she held up the makeshift spoon/knife, Clayton grabbed her with his broken arm. This terrified Rayne and she saw his eyes were tearing with pain, he was using his own severed arm as a bite guard. His nails dug into her stomach and she screamed. She got off him as quickly as possible, dropping her weapon in the process.
The glass broke upon impact. With pain burning in her side, Rayne rushed to the tools lying against the wall; shears, spades, trowels, clippers, hammers, nails, pruners, rakes, and shovels. As she reached for one she recoiled in horror. There was blood on the weapons, and then she remembered the faint scent from earlier, it was old blood, but wasn't from the tools. Rayne heard a whoosh sound and she turned around, Clayton was standing up.
He stared at Rayne with anger and eerily, joy. She could see the tears running down his cheeks, and the saliva and blood oozing down his severed arm. He let the limb drop to the floor and then dashed at Rayne with unbelievable speed but Rayne dodged him in time and took a diagonal sprint to a corner. When she reached the corner, the faint scent was now stronger and on closer inspection she saw fingers sticking out of the ground that wasn't covered in cement. Terror became rage when she saw how little the fingers were.
She could feel Clayton's eyes staring at her again. As she turned around she saw that he was right behind her. She flinched, but she didn't run, instead she stared him right in the eyes.
"You sick bastard…" she said to him. All he did was grin at her. He then lunged at her with his teeth, only to be greeted with a corkscrew to the stomach. He screeched in frustration and desperately tried to will his broken arm to move. Rayne used this opportunity to get a weapon. This time she got a trowel and she sauntered over to him.
As his fingers were touching the corkscrew handle, Rayne grabbed him and threw him to the ground, sat on him and began the gruesome business of decapitating him with the trowel.
A satisfying kill indeed. I wish all killers and rapists could suffer for their crimes like this. There is more to come. Stay tuned!
