A world away: Chapter 2
Run, run as fast as you can Meggy!
The thrill is in the hunt, and you can't escape me. Oh it's so fun to terrify these meat suits! Maybe I can get her to wet herself, oh that would be a lark. Go on, run for me! You know you want to. This girl has promise and a good body, plus a good accent. Nice and proper, unlike the rest of these savages. I suppose I will have to cut off those annoying a lock of hair to make her more homely but oh well, everything is changeable. I must get those clothes changed too, boy does she have a bad sense in style, but her features are good and will suit their purpose.
Still she ran across the nice lawn; that I'm sure some hard working gardener must have doted on, before tripping on a strategically placed rock and landing on the ground. Oh the irony of being clumsy! I swarmed around her like a hive of bees as she tries to scream. Unfortunately for her, opening her big fat mouth provided a nice little hole for me to enter and boy did she fight me. However she was a tiny gazelle and I was a giant lion if the lion was black and covered in smoke. However I didn't want her to sleep through the action so I made a note to allow her to see what I was to do next. Grabbing the girl's pack, I brought out a pair of sharp scissors across her blond locks. Oh no, she didn't like that.
So next I punished her disobedience, I mean bitches don't bite their masters, by walking towards a block labeled science and finding a reasonable good looking male teacher. I looked in her memories and saw the teachers name as Mr. Anderson. So I managed to get him talking by asking about the homework or whatever before making a move and kissing him full on the mouth. Apparently he was alright with it as he kissed back, who you can trust these days. Then we just did it in the science room, all over the science room before I got a sharp scapula that the students must of been using last lesson, and cut him up piece by piece. The screaming was like a record going round and round in my head. I enjoyed every last moment of it, while Megany cried out in hysterics. Dear Lucifer, will she stop screaming! It gives me a headache.
After would I made all my DNA and evidence pop out of the room and into some sewer outside of town so the feds didn't come a 'knocking. Before changing her clothes to a style I liked and not some granny style that she wears, and getting a car. Ok I stole it but it was a sweet model with a full tank of gas, plus it's a Porsche! Now that's class. Anyway I hightailed it to the Winchester's last known location; being somewhere in Indiana according to some low level Demons who caught a lucky break and reported their location to me. Now I just have to search through a 36, 418 square mile area. Still I have my methods for tracking, and once I managed to break into a local hunter's home, slaughter him and his family and get the necessary ingredients; I did a Finding spell. It was a semi-complicated one that I was sure to work; being that all I needed was a dog's lung (they had a pet Labrador), Blood from a Dead man (thank-you hunter), Peppermint and the bone of a rabbit (from their magic). Sure enough, they were driving down route 65 to Burkesville, Indiana. So I got to the route, hid the Porsche and waited for their car to go past. After a while of waiting for my prey, I got bored and started listening to the dead hunter's son. I believe he was called 'Don't kill me', which is strange but hey hunter's are weird. I once met one who was called 'Damn you to hell'; I know crazy names for crazy people.
I guess the only thing other then killing that keeps me sane on this dust ball is the music. I mean humans are monsters, and rightly so, but music is just amazing. Even though they're damned for all eternity for their actions, it's quite entertaining to see them make life livable. They sing about sex, love, drugs, death and other subjects they really don't know about. How can someone talk about torture if they've never been to hell? How can they talk of life when they've never died? And how can they talk of highs when they've never had a low? I was so involved in the dead kid's rock music (seriously; and they call us worshipers of Lucifer) that I barely noticed a guy behind me until his hand touched my meat suit's arm. I nearly turned around and strangled the guy but fortunately I hesitated before nearly making him into a human burrito.
Fate was smiling on me today.
Sam Winchester. Alone. With a Demon. How much more do you need before you start thinking fate has smiled on me today. "You scared the hell outta me!" I faked with Hollywood brilliance. Seriously, who deserves an Oscar? Oh yeah, me for the role of a cute hitchhiking blond properly on the run from an overprotective daddy. Not one of those blond bimbos, who usually win (bet you Crowley has helped them), or those creepy old men with all of those ugly wrinkles. Total eww! Anyway he was totally convinced by award winning acting and fell all over himself to apologies. Not sexy in the least!
"I'm sorry. I just thought you might need some help!" Oh can I keep him! He's so cute, like a little hell hound puppy in skinny jeans. All he needs is a collar and he's set! Anyway the little routine bored me to high heaven and low hell so I cracked a few jokes and got out of there. Simple meeting, boy meets Demon, Demon kills boy and Demon is cool. Anyway daddy is so going to be happy with me! The Winchester twins are apart and utterly vulnerable plus Sammy noticed me so I can way mess with his head later – with dad's permission of course!
Anyway the driver was a total pervert! Trying to look down my top and so checking me out. Seriously, you're like a hundred and you smell like rotten eggs plus you're so rape material I can't even express it. So he got what he deserved, total boiling from the inside out. Efficient, not messy and totally painful – just my style. Don't want to get blood on my pretty new meat suit do I? Got a couple of bucks from that little murder – about $100 dollars – so I can totally get a new wardrobe in the next town if I want to. But first, let's collect some blood and radio in my report. Perhaps a little, old granny could do the trick? Old blood is so more secure than younger blood.
I hate phone work – it's so totally beneath my level of expertise. I'm meant for better things I'm sure.
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Adieu,
Katherine2701