Just a short warning: this chapter is not only the longest, and it is the most graphic. So I suggest that you don't eat before you read it. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the Death-I mean the party.
Michel got dressed, after carefully picking out the perfect outfit. She was surprised that she even cared. After all, it was only a human party. Then she thought about it. She knew this night could blow her cover, or it could make her very popular. She was prepared for any tricks they might have planned. She knew it wasn't going to be that bad. After all, they were just teenagers.
Michel took in a deep breath and walked towards her bedroom door. She held the handle, but was afraid to open it. She wasn't sure why she was afraid, she just was. Michel closed her eyes and walked out. Michel's mom was no where in sight. She walked out the front door and outside.
She looked at her neighbor's house. The porch lights were on; she saw a shadow image of the guy she had met earlier. She managed to talk him once afterwards. She knew she liked, even though it was irrational to. If she were human, she would have blushed. She sighed; a small desire to become human plagued her. She looked away and began her descent.
She walked the streets to the house address that was on the invitation. The lampposts kept the streets lit, as did the now full moon. Michel felt a twinge of nervousness. She wondered if they had anything planned. She knew they had done something before, but never found out what. She never thought it right to ask.
She came to a large black and brown house. No one was outside, and the house was barely lit. Michel became suspicious of the whole affair. A house, that was supposed to be hosting a party, seemed deader than her old cell. She thought for a second, and turned to begin leaving.
Before she could, someone came walking towards her. It was that blonde cheerleader and her brunette friend. They stopped when they saw her, and then walked towards her. They looked at her with a strange reaction. This made her even more suspicious of the situation at hand.
"So, you came after all. I wasn't sure if you would or not," said the blonde one.
Michel merely nodded and hid her nervousness. They stepped closer towards her.
"Are you ready to go to the party?" She asked. Michel nodded again, she couldn't do much else.
After a few seconds of staring at the ground, the two cheerleaders walked towards the house. Michel followed behind them. Michel could tell something was wrong with them. Yet, she kept walking forward. She walked up the steps and watched the two girls open the black front door. Michel walked through the doorway into darkness. The door closed behind her. She looked around the room, unable to see anything.
Someone took her hand. "Walk forward," the girl said.
Michel hesitated to keep walking, but decided to go ahead. Mostly it was from curiosity, but something reminded her that it was a bad idea. She wanted to know what was going on; she wanted to know what they had planned. The girl let go of her hand and she was alone again, or so it felt.
After a few seconds, she heard feet walking all around her, and heavy breathing. She looked around, but couldn't see anything. Suddenly fire lights flickered on in front of her. All she could see were white faces and black eyes. They were closing in around her. She began to feel threatened. Michel stepped backwards, only to be pushed forward into another one of them. They began pushing her from one person to another. Now she was getting highly annoyed by everyone around her. She glanced forward for only a second to see a glimpse of a knife. Someone pushed her forward towards the knife.
She couldn't stop her body from moving into the blade, she was too surprised to react. She was pushed into the knife. It rested in the pit of Michel's fake stomach. She glanced up and stumbled backwards. The lights came on and a few people removed their masks. Some were stunned; others were trying not to smile. The one who had placed the knife inside her stomach was only grinning. She saw his deep blue eyes, and his dirty blonde hair.
None of them knew she was still alive. The sharp, and now bloodied blade, had only pierced the skin. The skin that was her former disguise was now ruined. The blade didn't hurt her true body though, she merely felt a prick.
"You deserve to die bitch," he muttered in her direction.
For the first time the glances shifted from her to him. He came forward and continued to stab her with the knife. This time, the blade was truly hurting her true body. The pressure he was applying was beginning to fully stab her. She could hear someone screaming, and a few laughing. Michel saw a few capped and hooded people run out the back door. Around six had stayed to watch her being stabbed to death. The final blow was a gutting blow. It started from the bottom of her stomach and went up towards the chest. He finally stopped and backed away.
He stood up and looked at the others. They had a mild agreement with each other. He walked over to the blonde cheerleader. She gave him money and he placed the mask back over his face. These few people had tricked the others who were here. They muttered words to each other.
She took in a few deep breaths. If anyone had been paying attention, they would have seen her still living. She felt herself changing, the mild fear and extreme anger built up inside her. She was no longer Michel, trying to blend into life. She was now the beast, the beast that she always had been.
The beast moved in the skin that was now filled with several holes. She blinked and looked at the two talking. The others, who stayed, were around them. She turned her body and so that she was on her hands. Michel picked herself up and stared at her killers. One of them finally noticed she was standing and alerted the others. It was to late now. The blonde cheerleader backed away slowly and went out the kitchen as the others stood and watched her in horror.
"You wanted a death party, well," she said grinning" you got one."
Her voice was deeper and more ghastly then it had been before. She walked towards them tearing at the flesh slightly. It was enough to help her move around easier, but her true form was still covered. They all had a look of surprise and shock. They began to back away from her. She grinned even more at them.
She charged for her first prey, a tall red headed girl. She twisted her neck with ease. The others came to their senses, and began panicking. The monster went after each and everyone one of them. She made sure they paid for it. Their lives' was a little price to pay for having taken her life. She reached forward and grabbed a hold of a young man's spine. She pulled it out of the skin, he collapsed on the floor. She walked towards the next one, crushing the skull against a wall. Her brain's splattered amongst the wall.
She went after her next target the man who had killed her. He had his mask on still, but the hood had fallen off. The beast followed him to the backyard. She wasn't too far behind him now. He turned around to see her. She jumped forward and grabbed a hold of his arm, as he turned and began his attempt at running away. She twisted the bone until she heard a crack. To make sure it was broken she made a small portion of bone appear out of the skin. The money he had received for killing her was all around the grass.
She pulled him towards her and pulled off his mask. He seemed so helpless now as he quivered before her. There was no way of escaping this time. She pulled the head back violently and he screamed. It wasn't enough force to break his head, but enough to terrify him. She quickly pulled him back into the house, so no one would see her. She closed the door behind her. She only let go of him for a second. He began to try to run again. She picked up a sharp the knife that had been used to kill her. She threw it into his right leg. She wasn't going to let him die painlessly.
He yelled in pain and pulled the knife out of his leg. He glanced back up at her. She placed her fingers on the edge of the gut wound he had made. She placed her fingertips under the skin and pulled it backwards. It revealed her true from, a mere copy of the human form. She had pale pink skin that was covered in slim and blood from the Michel's skin. Her ears were long and pointed, and she had illuminated green eyes. She smiled in a hiss to reveal her sharp teeth. The man screamed as loud as he possibly could.
She decided to eat him slowly, starting with the legs and moving upwards. So he could feel it, she wanted his last memories to be of pain. He continued to scream until she came up to his abdomen. His screams of hell had stopped. His last image was of a monster staring back at him. A monster, he had tried to kill. Then he died.
She stretched her claw like fingers toward his face. She touched his check. She looked at the other dead bodies that lain in the kitchen. She finished eating the man. Then she chopped up the other bodies and wrapped them up in various forms of paper. She put them into a large bag, and placed it near the front door. She placed Michel's skin inside the trash, along with her killer's bones. She walked to the backyard and saw a neighbor looking at her. It was an older lady dressed in a pink robe that was slightly open to reveal a long nightshirt. Her hair was up in curlers. She screamed and ran back inside. They would be coming for her now.
She ran into the woods and found a place to hide. She closed her eyes to remember what all had happened. She was a murder now. There was no denying it. She killed them, not just for food, but out of rage. And now the military would find her. She wouldn't let them take her alive, but there were a few people she needed to take care of first.
Tania was sitting on a chair that sat in front of her mirror. She was brushing her beautiful long brunette hair. She began crying. She had helped a friend murder someone. She remembered sitting at church and hearing that sinner's always get what they deserve. She didn't know that Chelsea had planned such a thing. She didn't think she could. She dropped the brush and placed her face in her hands.
Chelsea had told her it was only a trick. That they were going to scare Michel. She didn't see any harm in that, none at all. So, she helped her do it. She set Michel up to be killed. The thoughts left a sickening taste in her stomach. She had participated in the killing of another human being. Tania opened her dresser drawer and picked up the Bible. She lifted it up to her chest, as if it were to give her strength from completely going insane. She stood up and walked to her bed. She gripped the Bible tightly.
She sat on the edge of her bed and began reading the familiar passage. See no evil, hear no evil. She read it silently to herself. She heard a loud scream from downstairs and a loud crash. Tania wasn't sure what to do. She closed the old Bible and walked towards her bedroom door. Her pink pants and shirt were her only comfort, as strange as it seemed. She felt the soft silk on her skin, and imagined it was someone holding her; someone comforting her.
She opened the door and walked to the edge of the hallway. She heard a strange noise, it sounded as if an animal were breathing rather loudly. She turned, and the floor creaked below her feet. The noise stopped suddenly. Tania stood there for a second, unable to move. She wanted her Bible to hold, she needed something to help keep her brave.
She took a step forward and kept walking to the stairs. She stood at the foot of the first step.
"Mom, dad," she shouted. "Are you there?"
She nervously lifted her hands to her chest, and acted as if she were carrying the Bible. She began to walk down each step. Halfway down, she paused. She looked at the wall beside her; there was a cross that had Jesus on it. She picked it up quickly, and continued walking.
She took her last step and turned to look at the living room. She saw the TV was on a channel. It was a Christian channel. The minister spoke aloud to the cameras. She saw two heads on the couch. She knew it was her mom and dad. Her mom's head rested on her dad's shoulder.
"Mom," she muttered in an almost inaudible whisper," dad."
Tania walked forward towards the couch carefully. She walked around to the front to see her parents. She dropped her hands when she saw it. At first she couldn't move or even speak. They were sitting there, but her dad had a large open wound in his stomach; and she could only see her mom's head resting on her dad's arm. She finally screamed as the head of her deceased mother fell to the ground with a slight thud.
She heard a noise and glanced upwards. She saw a monster clinging to her ceiling. It was the demon. It had come for her. It was time to pay for taking part in killing someone, for being cruel hearted to the world, and lying about her sins. It's a demon from hell, come to collect it's fees. Her soul! It grinned at her and she ran up stairs. She heard it land on the ground behind her.
She ran back up to her bedroom and locked the door. She knelt at the edge of her bed and reopened her Bible. She began to read the passages once again. As she heard the footsteps coming closer, she read them aloud. As the steps got louder, she read louder trying to drown out her fears of going to hell, trying to find a new escape, hoping that God would take mercy upon her.
The handle began to shake, but Tania continued to read. She shouted the last words, and suddenly there was silence. She shakily looked at the door. She could feel sweat running down her face. Suddenly the door was forced open and the demon stood in the doorway. It looked at her and opened its mouth. She saw the sharp teeth of it. She turned back to her Bible and began reading again. She thought it was the only way to save her soul.
The demon dropped to ground, as if it had died. She finished the passage and looked at the demon. It now positioned halfway between her bedroom and the hallway. She slowly stood up, and held the Bible close to her. She walked towards the monster. The fear gripped her, but her curiosity was stronger. It told her to keep going. She bent down beside the demon. She wasn't sure if it was dead or alive.
She knelt down beside it. Tania could feel her fear increasing. Her heart pounded, and the sweat ran down her face. Her hands shook violently. She slowly lifted a hand and touched the demon's chest. It wasn't moving, it must surely be dead. She breathed a loud sigh of relief. Then the chest moved upwards. Before she could scream it came after her. Next thing she saw was the darkness. Her own ignorance became her demise, and there was no way out.