MA: OMG! I'm alive!
Raven: Finally… you realize it's been like what… over a year?
MA: . ahem… yeah… um… er… On with the story?
Chapter 2:
I laid on my side, curled as small as possible, on the edge of the bed. I'm naked and cold, but I've stopped noticing things like that a while back. The only covers are being used by someone else, I've never bothered remembering his name and he's never noticed, I don't dare wake him, out of fear of what may happen. If I'm lucky he'll only want to "play", if I'm not, he'll wake up angry. The drugs leaving his system making him irritable, unpredictable.
My eyes are focused on the alarm clock near my head, red numbers shining harshly in the gloom. I have an hour until I'm supposed to meet Larxene at the diner. I sigh quietly, wondering if I could sneak out now. He took quite a few hits last night, usually he sleeps pretty deeply afterward. I debate the risks of leaving before my stomach makes a growling noise. I decide that a chance at food is worth the risk, Larx doesn't meet me at the diner to feed me, it's just the most convenient and least suspicious place. She can stumble from "our" apartment to the diner, pick me up, and stop by one of her dealers on the way back. I slide out of bed as slowly and silently as possible. Picking up my clothes I feel the evidence of last night's activities, wincing as the dried fluids pull unpleasantly at my skin. I take the risk and wet a washcloth from the tap, being sure to keep the tap as low as possible to avoid noise. After wiping myself down I pull on my white dress, forgoing underwear- I honestly haven't owned a pair of proper underwear in years, after a while it just seemed pointless to have them. I take one last look in the mirror, finger-combing my hair so it has less of a bed head look, trying to ignore the too large eyes in an overly pale face, intense and at the same time empty, emotionless, surrounded by dark circles from not near enough sleep. My white dress, surprisingly clean this time, an ironic affection of mine. A way, I suppose, to fool myself into believing I was an innocent, that I was not used by family and just about everyone I'd ever met in my short life. I grab all the cash out of the man's wallet before leaving, he'll be pissed when he finds out, but it's only fifty bucks, something he can make up in five minutes flat dealing in some back ally nearby- probably from my sister. I slide silently out the door and slip away.
CHANGE POV-
Blood. It's beautiful, the deep crimson color, the sweet metallic scent, the slick feeling between my fingers. It calls to me, a sirens call to the beast in me. The main reason I fell into my calling. Feeling it spill over my hands, staining skin and clothes to pool on the floor. I pull my knife out slowly, only to plunge it back into the mans stomach, my free hand leaving bloody prints on his face while I cover his mouth, stifling his weak moans. His hand comes up and tries to push me away, blood loss making him weak and clumsy. His eyes unfocus and roll up into his head, while his legs collapse beneath him. I let him slide down the wall I had pushed him against, my face emotionless, betraying nothing. I breathe deeply, reveling in the enticing smell of blood in the air, before pulling out a dark cloth and clean the blood off my hands before wrapping the knife in the cloth and tucking both in an inside pocket of my black leather duster. I pull out a cigarette and light up before turning on my heel and leaving the alley, not looking back.
TBC
MA: BTW peoples, I'm not entirely sure which direction I want to take this in. I was gonna do something supernatural, vampires/werewolves/etc but with the whole Twilight craze I'm rethinking it, I might just make it a more real-to-life psycho killer kinda thing… so everyone's thoughts and/or opinions on the matter?