Chapter Five

I'm beginning to understand why I'm called a Night stalker; I followed Miss Heterochromatic home one night and since then I've been watching every night. Whether I was anticipating the correct moment to strike or how to execute my revenge I didn't know, but from what I saw from out her bedroom window, I was debating if I should do away with her.

My observation of her being as flat as a board was discarded when she slipped into her night yukata. The vivid image of her curves sent me back against the trunk of the tree I was hiding in. Sometimes she decided to sing herself to comfort, and when she did, my heaven separated from my body in Hell and floated up to heaven where I swear the seraphs were singing along with her. For a while I considered making her an animated corpse such as myself so that she would be mine for eternity.

But I wasn't going to let her slide by like that. Though it would be torturous to be a vampire at the same time it was a luxury, and one I was not willing to grant to her. Maybe I could slowly dismember her limb by limb, or shred off her skin and soak her in brine, or better yet claw out her eyes and push her in a dark room of horrible creatures that only Satan could spawn. Yeah…I liked that.

One night, while I sat in a tree outside her bedroom window and watching her sharpen her katanas and say her prayers, I relaxed on a branch, putting my hands behind my head and crossing my ankles out in front of me.

"As I lay me down to sleep," she murmured softly, "I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I should die before I wake—"

I smirked.

"—I pray the Lord my soul to take."

"Oh baby," I thought, "When I'm done with you, not even the Lord of Flies will take your soul." I chuckled lightly to myself, unaware that she held a strange, wondering gaze out her window pane. Quickly, I hushed and froze; I didn't even blink.

"Did she hear me?" I asked the Voices, hoping me they'd sing me my desired answer, but they remained quiet, the sound of water gently rushing downstream was the only sound in my head. Often times, it soothed me, other times, like now, the sound drove on my nerves and it was all I could do to not scream for an answer.

Isn't it lovely?—insanity. You claim you do not hear voices when confronted, but when they do not answer you, you scream and demand and answer.

I kept still and quiet for what seemed to be an eternity, even the sweat drop on the tip of my nose refused to fall. I held her blind, searching eyes in mine, stitches of anticipation and tension formed in intricate knots in the small of my back. Pressure mounded as the tension knots gathered and grew; I tried not to lose it.

I sighed as she began to turn away from the window. Relief and relaxation washed over me like a gentle hand from a Goddess above. But as fate would have it, from the nerves bundling and knotting and stitching in my back…

…I twitched…

I jerked to the side, my right side contracting at the sudden jolt from my nerves and caused me to fall right out of the tree and onto another confounded tree root. As fast as a flash, the window I had been gaping into shot open and out popped Miss Heterochromatic's head. She looked from me to the tree and back. After she quickly put the pieces together, she screamed down at me. "Curse you, devil! You will regret this night!"

I chuckled dryly but flinched from the pain in my head. "I fear I am already cursed, Sweet Cheeks!" I called to her, "And from what I've been seeing, I will never regret this night!"

"Then I shall make you forget it!" Before I could ask her what she meant, she swung her legs out of the window and jumped down with a sword at hand. I arched an eyebrow and rose to my feet.

"And just what are you planning on doing with that, Sweet Cheeks?" I asked blandly.

"Stand still and you'll find out!" She charged at me, sword held up and swung right at my head. Acting on impulse, I ducked and swerved around behind her. In the blink of an eye, she was in my face again, swinging and slashing like crazy. She moved so fluidly, so swiftly that if I wasn't already dead, I'd fear a messy death.

"You can't kill me, Mademoiselle!" I cackled in a mock French accent, "For I am—"

"TAKE THIS!" She smirked and shoved her sword in my chest cavity and pierced the dead organ in my chest.

Everything got quiet and time seemed to stop. Not even the Voices made or the sound of rushing water could be heard. Everything went black except for the woman in front of me with the sick and twisted smirk on her face. Her eyes lit up with malevolence and she thrust the blade further through me until I felt the ripping of flesh on my back and bones shattering in my shoulder. The blood I have drained from my victims dispersed from my mouth in a frothy, red waterfall. Then she twisted the sword to the side and yanked it out. Then senses filtered back; pain, sound, perception, and sight. I shrieked and gurgled and fell silent. I crumbled to my knees and fell on my side. My eyes slowly ventured up to be held in the wicked gaze of the siren who I had sworn to kill.

She laughed and walked away.

Did I fail to mention I suffer from frequent acute writer's block? Well I do. I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK MY FOREVER TO GET THIS UP! I couldn't find inspiration. We stopped out Poetry unit in English which usually inspired me to write something dark and retaliate against all of the happy, luffy-duffy poems and bullshit out there and open up the eyes of people who I hate and who are ignorant to the darker side of life. ANYWAY! I am also sorry about the length of this, I'm not very good at writing long chapters ;.

Is Kenshin finshed!