A/N: Hey! It's done! I think....if you all REALLY REALLY want more and SAY
as much, I might write more!! But enjoy this part! And don't forget to
review...or you can, I'm becoming an arrogant bitch from all yall
reviewing! But please, they're nice! Reveiws are really nice! Um, I rewrote
this part...thanx to the Peppy Bitch for realizing how much the original
sucked!
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The cold metal glimmered in the pale light coming in through the window. I ran my hand across the familiar blade. I gently moved her, so that her neck and head lay over the edge of the bed. I removed a cup from the nightstand and placed it beneath her neck. I gently stroked her hair before pulling it aside. I gently kissed her neck before putting the knife where my lips had been but a second before. As I gently pushed the knife down farther into her skin she woke. "Riff, what are you doing?" She asked me, panicked.
"Hush my sweet, it'll be better this way." I said, pushing the blade in far enough to get a small drop of blood to appear. She jumped away and scurried against the wall. She had a frightened look in her eyes. She didn't know what to do, and you could clearly see it. I inched closer. I had no clue what had come over me. But all I wanted to do was get this over with.
"Riff! Riff, calm down! What are you doing?" She said moving down to the edge of the bed, where she could get out. She went to get to the door, but I launched myself in front of it. A wild rage had come over me in the beginning, it was just a calm anger. But when she started to resist me, I had gotten enraged. It was almost like Dr. Jekyll's Mr. Hyde. I had become a cruel man bent on nothing more than murdering his sister.
"Ah, you think you can escape?" I hissed at her, the knife shimmering, with a hint of red on the tip. I lunged forward, pinning her against the wall. Despite my slim weight, I could still hold her back "I had asked for nothing from you. You were my sister, my lover, my everything. And what did I get for giving you everything I could? Nothing. Nothing at all." I snarled, staring deep in her eyes.
"Riff, let me go! I didn't do anything!"
"You lie. And you know it" I brought the knife up again. She tried to break free. "You little bitch. Don't try to fight me." She did stop fighting at this point, but there was still a look that was a combination of fear and anger upon her face. I slashed the blade across her throat. It wasn't deep enough to kill her, as I realized.
She lept forward, knocking me aside. She was starting to gasp for air at this point, as the blood poured out of her throat. "Riff! I didn't do anything." I pushed her onto the bed, and kissed her fiercely on the lips, suking the air out of her. She could tell she was near the end. There was no hope left for her, no matter how hard she fought. "Riff, I love you. Just remember that." She said, gasping. The thin red line of blood stuck out vividly against her pale skin.
She gasped one last time before her head leaned back and she closed her eyes. I watched for any sign of life left in her. None. I mopped up as much of the blood as I could. Wringing it out into a small vial, and sealing it, I looked down at my now lifeless sister. It felt oddly good. She seemed even more beautiful dead. At least this way I knew that she wouldn't be cheating on me ever again. I picked up the small vial of blood. At least this way, I could still have part of her alive with me.
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The cold metal glimmered in the pale light coming in through the window. I ran my hand across the familiar blade. I gently moved her, so that her neck and head lay over the edge of the bed. I removed a cup from the nightstand and placed it beneath her neck. I gently stroked her hair before pulling it aside. I gently kissed her neck before putting the knife where my lips had been but a second before. As I gently pushed the knife down farther into her skin she woke. "Riff, what are you doing?" She asked me, panicked.
"Hush my sweet, it'll be better this way." I said, pushing the blade in far enough to get a small drop of blood to appear. She jumped away and scurried against the wall. She had a frightened look in her eyes. She didn't know what to do, and you could clearly see it. I inched closer. I had no clue what had come over me. But all I wanted to do was get this over with.
"Riff! Riff, calm down! What are you doing?" She said moving down to the edge of the bed, where she could get out. She went to get to the door, but I launched myself in front of it. A wild rage had come over me in the beginning, it was just a calm anger. But when she started to resist me, I had gotten enraged. It was almost like Dr. Jekyll's Mr. Hyde. I had become a cruel man bent on nothing more than murdering his sister.
"Ah, you think you can escape?" I hissed at her, the knife shimmering, with a hint of red on the tip. I lunged forward, pinning her against the wall. Despite my slim weight, I could still hold her back "I had asked for nothing from you. You were my sister, my lover, my everything. And what did I get for giving you everything I could? Nothing. Nothing at all." I snarled, staring deep in her eyes.
"Riff, let me go! I didn't do anything!"
"You lie. And you know it" I brought the knife up again. She tried to break free. "You little bitch. Don't try to fight me." She did stop fighting at this point, but there was still a look that was a combination of fear and anger upon her face. I slashed the blade across her throat. It wasn't deep enough to kill her, as I realized.
She lept forward, knocking me aside. She was starting to gasp for air at this point, as the blood poured out of her throat. "Riff! I didn't do anything." I pushed her onto the bed, and kissed her fiercely on the lips, suking the air out of her. She could tell she was near the end. There was no hope left for her, no matter how hard she fought. "Riff, I love you. Just remember that." She said, gasping. The thin red line of blood stuck out vividly against her pale skin.
She gasped one last time before her head leaned back and she closed her eyes. I watched for any sign of life left in her. None. I mopped up as much of the blood as I could. Wringing it out into a small vial, and sealing it, I looked down at my now lifeless sister. It felt oddly good. She seemed even more beautiful dead. At least this way I knew that she wouldn't be cheating on me ever again. I picked up the small vial of blood. At least this way, I could still have part of her alive with me.