Conceded hate
I walked home from the beach, somewhat scared, yet I was also totally giddy. I knew as soon as I stepped through the door of my apartment I would have to fight for my life. Against who I didn't know, but I knew I had to fight.
It was going to be a hard fight, whoever I faced. I would have to use the lighter I carried around for sure, and I knew Dark's tail was his weakness. As for Saphire, her weakness was more mental than anything.
I was a block away from the apartment. I felt adrenaline playing with my mind, scaring away all the fears I had just a second ago held.
I walked up the stairs, as I had done a thousand times before. I tried to breath, but the air was so heavy and dry. A few more steps and I'd be in there.
I opened the door slowly, looking through it. I saw Saphire watching TV, but something was wrong. And I could tell.
She turned around, a grin spread across her face. It was not kind, but full of hate and vanity. She stood up, and I watched her, silently. She walked over and traced a finger across my cheek, just as the other vamp had an hour before.
"He liked it, he loved it, he wanted more of it," She sung in the most annoying tone. She ran her finger across my lips, before turning away, and throwing her head back and laughing.
"He loves me"
I still said nothing. "Just ignore it" I commanded myself, biting my tongue, enough to make it bleed slightly.
"He screamed for more"
"This is bullshit, this is bullshit" I repeated over and over in my head.
"He told me you weren't good enough"
I felt my hand lash out before I even realized what I was doing. I slapped her so hard; her head was whipped to the left. She turned on me.
"Can't handle the truth?"
"You've never told the truth," I said, glaring at her. She grinned.
"That's where you're wrong." I didn't even let her finish before pointing towards the door.
"Get out. You are no longer welcomed here"
This seemed to hit some sort of panic button in Saphire because she grabbed me by the neck, and tightened her grip, until I could no longer breath.
"You stupid bitch. You can't kick me out of my own apartment"
I brought my feet up to her stomach and kicked as hard as I could. She let go of my neck, and stumbled backwards, right out through the door.
I gasped for air, and laughed, realizing I had just kicked her out of the apartment.
"Woops.I guess you predicted wrong" I replied, cattily.
She stood up, and flipped her hair out of her face. She ran over and attacked at my face, and I blocked all of the punches, my wrist hurting somewhat afterwards. She grabbed one of my arms and dug her nails in, ripping most of my tendons up, and then dragged them down my arm, before I finally grabbed her hand, and wrenched it out, breaking the fingers, with a small crunch.
She screamed both in pain and rage, and kicked me, throwing me into the wall. I collapsed onto the floor, my body refusing to get up. She stood in front of me, her stupid grin plastered onto that pale face of hers. I drew up all my strength, and quickly moved my feet, right next to her, and tripped her hard. She landed right next to me, confused. I jump up, and drew out my lighter.
She laughed, and jumped to her feet.
"You think a measly lighter can kill me?" She said, before knocking it out of my trembling fingers.
Her wounds were healing before my eyes, and I gave a soft prayer in Hebrew, hoping that God would help me, this one time.
She moved closer and closer, until we were just an inch away. Her hands suddenly reached up, and slapped me over the head, sending me flying into the couch, and flipping it over. Damn she had more strength than I had ever imagined. I banged my head against the floor when the couch landed, giving a soft moan, before dragging myself to my feet. I felt a weird liquid running down my cheek, and when I brought my finger up to it, I realized it was blood.
I stood there shaking, watching her move across the room, faster than any human could ever see. She was still grinning when she got nearby.
"Could I have a try?" She said suddenly appearing behind me, and biting into my neck.
I saw her, dressed in a gown, dancing with a very handsome young man. They looked like a very sweet couple. I wanted to dance with them, I wanted to....
A gut wrenching feeling sent me flying back to reality, and I felt my limbs come back life. I was on the ground, blood running down my neck and chest, looking up at Saphire, whose eyes were greedy and hollow.
I kicked her in the stomach, and crawled into the kitchen, the closest shelter I could find. I rummaged as fast as I could through the knife cupboard until I found the biggest butcher knife I could. I held it up, hoping it would somehow intimidate her.
She walked into the kitchen, casually, staring uncaringly at the knife. "Now you even need petty things like knives to make sure I don't rip you apart"
I ignored her snide comment, my attention tuned totally on her, and her next move. As soon as she got close I swiped at her, catching a little bit of her left arm. She flinched but didn't do anything, but move closer.
"I'll kill you, if you move a step closer" I said fighting to hold my stance. I was dizzy, and everything was blurry, but I concentrated on her, which made it easier to stand.
She took a step and then another, I slashed at her, but hit nothing but air. Something hit me over the head, and I dropped to my knees, the knife sliding across the linoleum, to the other side of the room.
She walked easily towards the knife. I gave a scream, trying to get up in time, but she swooped it up off the ground, and pointed it at me.
"Look's like Serenity lost," She said jumping on top of me the knife, up against my throat. I started to cry, blood tears spilling down my face. Stupid body. Couldn't even defend it self.
She drew back at the last moment; her eyes glazed over, with what I thought were memories, which had probably been lost when time had stolen everything from her.
I didn't do anything, just sat there, quietly. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what she would do. And so ignored the pain, and let her be, hoping she made the right choice.
Finally I decided "enough of this" and so I said to her, in a very small voice.
"Will you please get off of me?"
She shook her head, her eyes going back to looking cold and spiteful, and she laughed, icily.
"You know what this reminds me of? Dark. He was on me just like I'm on you. Damn he's hot." I looked away from her; somewhat disgusted she would even bring him up. This was Idiocy. Insanity. Paranoia.
I squirmed under her, trying to get out....get away. She continued to laugh at me, so I drew up a hand and slapped her as hard as I could. She lost balance and fell down beside me, giving me a chance to pull myself to my feet.
I looked at the oven burner, and turned my back to her, quickly turning the knobs, so that it was on high. If I was lucky I could push her onto one of the burners and set her clothes or hair on fire, and then from there it would be a Saphire barbeque. One to be remembered.
She grabbed my hair, and wrenched it as hard as she could, grinning. I dropped to my knees, and held tightly to one of the table legs, trying to stop the slow torture I would be going through, if she made me let go. She dragged me, holding onto the table, across the kitchen, before trying to pull me out of the kitchen and into the living room. The table caught, and she couldn't drag me any farther no matter how hard she tried.
I heard her walk away, and I quickly let go of the table, and crawled under it, and over near the burner, hoping to bait her into coming nearby.
I was right. A few seconds later, her head peered around the wall, and she stared at me, her face twisting in anger and over exertion. She ran at me and punched, I ducked just in time, and she hit one of the cupboards, sending wood chips raining down on me. I pushed her away, and her shirt just went over the flame, missing it by less than an inch. I gave an exasperated cry, and punched her. She moved back a few steps, giving me room to finally breath.
The knife was lying under the table, and I dove down for it. I saw something whir past me, and then I landed with a thud on my stomach, a knife stabbed right through where my heart should have been.
Pain filled every part of my body. And for a moment I just lie there, panting quickly, and trying to remain calm. Ok so she stabbed me, big deal. I wasn't dead....yet. She stood over top of me, staring at the wound, a little surprised, as if she really hadn't meant to hurt me. I stared back at her, silently, contemplating what to do in this situation.
I finally brought my feet up to her chest and kicked her as hard as I could, with the last of my energy. She landed on the burners, and started to scream as fire ran up her jeans and t-shirt, and then her body. She jumped off the burner and ran towards the sink, but I reached out my foot as far as possible, and tripped her onto the floor. Her screaming hurt my ears it was so loud, and so high pitched. Her arm was disintegrating into ashes right before my eyes. I brought my knees to my chest and watched, horrified. The flames licked at me, but I ignored them and held my place.
A few minutes later all Saphire was, were ashes. Burnt little flakes, on my kitchen floor.
My blood was all over the floors and walls and...everywhere. It was gross to see all of the splatter stains, were she had pushed me against a wall or a couch. My head was dizzy and I gave a soft moan, lying down on the floor, and falling into a quick sleep.
I walked home from the beach, somewhat scared, yet I was also totally giddy. I knew as soon as I stepped through the door of my apartment I would have to fight for my life. Against who I didn't know, but I knew I had to fight.
It was going to be a hard fight, whoever I faced. I would have to use the lighter I carried around for sure, and I knew Dark's tail was his weakness. As for Saphire, her weakness was more mental than anything.
I was a block away from the apartment. I felt adrenaline playing with my mind, scaring away all the fears I had just a second ago held.
I walked up the stairs, as I had done a thousand times before. I tried to breath, but the air was so heavy and dry. A few more steps and I'd be in there.
I opened the door slowly, looking through it. I saw Saphire watching TV, but something was wrong. And I could tell.
She turned around, a grin spread across her face. It was not kind, but full of hate and vanity. She stood up, and I watched her, silently. She walked over and traced a finger across my cheek, just as the other vamp had an hour before.
"He liked it, he loved it, he wanted more of it," She sung in the most annoying tone. She ran her finger across my lips, before turning away, and throwing her head back and laughing.
"He loves me"
I still said nothing. "Just ignore it" I commanded myself, biting my tongue, enough to make it bleed slightly.
"He screamed for more"
"This is bullshit, this is bullshit" I repeated over and over in my head.
"He told me you weren't good enough"
I felt my hand lash out before I even realized what I was doing. I slapped her so hard; her head was whipped to the left. She turned on me.
"Can't handle the truth?"
"You've never told the truth," I said, glaring at her. She grinned.
"That's where you're wrong." I didn't even let her finish before pointing towards the door.
"Get out. You are no longer welcomed here"
This seemed to hit some sort of panic button in Saphire because she grabbed me by the neck, and tightened her grip, until I could no longer breath.
"You stupid bitch. You can't kick me out of my own apartment"
I brought my feet up to her stomach and kicked as hard as I could. She let go of my neck, and stumbled backwards, right out through the door.
I gasped for air, and laughed, realizing I had just kicked her out of the apartment.
"Woops.I guess you predicted wrong" I replied, cattily.
She stood up, and flipped her hair out of her face. She ran over and attacked at my face, and I blocked all of the punches, my wrist hurting somewhat afterwards. She grabbed one of my arms and dug her nails in, ripping most of my tendons up, and then dragged them down my arm, before I finally grabbed her hand, and wrenched it out, breaking the fingers, with a small crunch.
She screamed both in pain and rage, and kicked me, throwing me into the wall. I collapsed onto the floor, my body refusing to get up. She stood in front of me, her stupid grin plastered onto that pale face of hers. I drew up all my strength, and quickly moved my feet, right next to her, and tripped her hard. She landed right next to me, confused. I jump up, and drew out my lighter.
She laughed, and jumped to her feet.
"You think a measly lighter can kill me?" She said, before knocking it out of my trembling fingers.
Her wounds were healing before my eyes, and I gave a soft prayer in Hebrew, hoping that God would help me, this one time.
She moved closer and closer, until we were just an inch away. Her hands suddenly reached up, and slapped me over the head, sending me flying into the couch, and flipping it over. Damn she had more strength than I had ever imagined. I banged my head against the floor when the couch landed, giving a soft moan, before dragging myself to my feet. I felt a weird liquid running down my cheek, and when I brought my finger up to it, I realized it was blood.
I stood there shaking, watching her move across the room, faster than any human could ever see. She was still grinning when she got nearby.
"Could I have a try?" She said suddenly appearing behind me, and biting into my neck.
I saw her, dressed in a gown, dancing with a very handsome young man. They looked like a very sweet couple. I wanted to dance with them, I wanted to....
A gut wrenching feeling sent me flying back to reality, and I felt my limbs come back life. I was on the ground, blood running down my neck and chest, looking up at Saphire, whose eyes were greedy and hollow.
I kicked her in the stomach, and crawled into the kitchen, the closest shelter I could find. I rummaged as fast as I could through the knife cupboard until I found the biggest butcher knife I could. I held it up, hoping it would somehow intimidate her.
She walked into the kitchen, casually, staring uncaringly at the knife. "Now you even need petty things like knives to make sure I don't rip you apart"
I ignored her snide comment, my attention tuned totally on her, and her next move. As soon as she got close I swiped at her, catching a little bit of her left arm. She flinched but didn't do anything, but move closer.
"I'll kill you, if you move a step closer" I said fighting to hold my stance. I was dizzy, and everything was blurry, but I concentrated on her, which made it easier to stand.
She took a step and then another, I slashed at her, but hit nothing but air. Something hit me over the head, and I dropped to my knees, the knife sliding across the linoleum, to the other side of the room.
She walked easily towards the knife. I gave a scream, trying to get up in time, but she swooped it up off the ground, and pointed it at me.
"Look's like Serenity lost," She said jumping on top of me the knife, up against my throat. I started to cry, blood tears spilling down my face. Stupid body. Couldn't even defend it self.
She drew back at the last moment; her eyes glazed over, with what I thought were memories, which had probably been lost when time had stolen everything from her.
I didn't do anything, just sat there, quietly. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what she would do. And so ignored the pain, and let her be, hoping she made the right choice.
Finally I decided "enough of this" and so I said to her, in a very small voice.
"Will you please get off of me?"
She shook her head, her eyes going back to looking cold and spiteful, and she laughed, icily.
"You know what this reminds me of? Dark. He was on me just like I'm on you. Damn he's hot." I looked away from her; somewhat disgusted she would even bring him up. This was Idiocy. Insanity. Paranoia.
I squirmed under her, trying to get out....get away. She continued to laugh at me, so I drew up a hand and slapped her as hard as I could. She lost balance and fell down beside me, giving me a chance to pull myself to my feet.
I looked at the oven burner, and turned my back to her, quickly turning the knobs, so that it was on high. If I was lucky I could push her onto one of the burners and set her clothes or hair on fire, and then from there it would be a Saphire barbeque. One to be remembered.
She grabbed my hair, and wrenched it as hard as she could, grinning. I dropped to my knees, and held tightly to one of the table legs, trying to stop the slow torture I would be going through, if she made me let go. She dragged me, holding onto the table, across the kitchen, before trying to pull me out of the kitchen and into the living room. The table caught, and she couldn't drag me any farther no matter how hard she tried.
I heard her walk away, and I quickly let go of the table, and crawled under it, and over near the burner, hoping to bait her into coming nearby.
I was right. A few seconds later, her head peered around the wall, and she stared at me, her face twisting in anger and over exertion. She ran at me and punched, I ducked just in time, and she hit one of the cupboards, sending wood chips raining down on me. I pushed her away, and her shirt just went over the flame, missing it by less than an inch. I gave an exasperated cry, and punched her. She moved back a few steps, giving me room to finally breath.
The knife was lying under the table, and I dove down for it. I saw something whir past me, and then I landed with a thud on my stomach, a knife stabbed right through where my heart should have been.
Pain filled every part of my body. And for a moment I just lie there, panting quickly, and trying to remain calm. Ok so she stabbed me, big deal. I wasn't dead....yet. She stood over top of me, staring at the wound, a little surprised, as if she really hadn't meant to hurt me. I stared back at her, silently, contemplating what to do in this situation.
I finally brought my feet up to her chest and kicked her as hard as I could, with the last of my energy. She landed on the burners, and started to scream as fire ran up her jeans and t-shirt, and then her body. She jumped off the burner and ran towards the sink, but I reached out my foot as far as possible, and tripped her onto the floor. Her screaming hurt my ears it was so loud, and so high pitched. Her arm was disintegrating into ashes right before my eyes. I brought my knees to my chest and watched, horrified. The flames licked at me, but I ignored them and held my place.
A few minutes later all Saphire was, were ashes. Burnt little flakes, on my kitchen floor.
My blood was all over the floors and walls and...everywhere. It was gross to see all of the splatter stains, were she had pushed me against a wall or a couch. My head was dizzy and I gave a soft moan, lying down on the floor, and falling into a quick sleep.