003 – YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE OPENING.

🦋 CORVIN 🦋

I stare at her tear-stained face and the blood flowing down from her neck. It takes a lot of effort from me to not get up from the chair I am sitting on and walk over to her to lick the blood off her neck.

I felt something strange and powerful when I had a taste of her blood; it was like it awakened all the lifeless bones in my body, like it washed the rust off my veins. In addition, it was irresistible and delicious.

When I was standing in front of this house, it looked like the perfect hiding place, so I was contemplating how to go in and get rid of whoever or whatever was in the house when a very little girl dressed in black pants and a black hoodie threw the gate open and stood at the entrance staring straight into my eyes.

I expected her to run just like a normal human would out of fear, and I was getting prepared to chase her down and pluck her heart out, but she did something stupid instead; she widened the gate to let me in.

That sparks my curiosity, and I’ve been trying to figure out why she would let me in despite knowing who I am, it makes me feel less of who I am, and why she let in a dangerous stranger, but it seems she doesn’t have the answer herself. She just woke up and decided to become an appetizer to a killer, a vampire.

“This is bullshit! Just fucking let me go! And get the hell out of my home!” she screams, grasping my attention for the umpteenth time today.

Me being a killer and a vampire doesn’t seem to scare her for God knows what reason.

“What did I tell you about yelling and provoking me?” I snap, and she froze, chewing on her lower lip anxiously, which was totally a bad idea because now my gaze is on them, watching as she chews and suck until they are red and swollen, which makes me want to do those for her, until I taste blood from those lips, it wouldn’t be as fun as it sounds for her.

Taking a deep breath, I feel my hands clench in an attempt to hold myself back. What I should be doing is torturing and killing this little, big, idiot, not wanting to kiss her and taste blood through her lips.

“Just leave!” she cries out. “I’m sorry I let you in, I never meant to. I just don’t know what came over me, I regret it… so please leave.”

Too late to regret, I have my eyes on her; she is my next target and victim, and I’m definitely eating her… then killing her.

All of a sudden, she diverts her topic, “I’ve never been happy with a snoop and a stalker for a neighbor; he notices every fucking little thing I do. He can tell if I don’t breathe in my apartment for one second, or if I’m energetically singing in the shower and dancing in the mirror. He knows when I need help, or when I’m asleep, and it comes in handy at a time like this. I wonder if the weirdo somehow found a way to plant a camera in here,” she murmurs. If her hands aren’t tied, I can definitely picture her on my close watch, tapping them on her cheeks with a satisfied smile on her face.

“You know what happens when your neighbor thinks you’re in trouble? They called the police. You can G****e it.”

I send her a raised eyebrow and disgusted look, and although I can see the shift in her expression and the slight tremble in her voice, this little rat still chooses to talk and annoy me, with her too-little lips that’re begging to be devoured, but I fear would vanish in the process. I’ll just bite it off without even realizing it.

She is dressed in a black huge hoodie and an equally huge black pants with her hair tied in a rough bun, her face was without make up, no artificial nails, lashes, or any other thing that’d at least make her look mature, her round big eyes looks like it was plagiarized from barbie dolls, now I keep staring down at an adult who looks nothing like an adult and it makes me feel like I’m abusing a child which I hate doing.

“Would killing you silence you? So your neighbor wouldn’t find something strange and think you’re asleep instead?” I ask coldly. “Then we'd better get to it.”

As I walk closer to her, my fist tightening around the knife I was holding, a knock sounds on the door that immediately grabs my attention as the person at the end of the door screams, “Police open up! We came for an emergency checkup due to a report from your upstairs neighbor. We mean no harm, only want to check up on you since the city’s not safe.”

Just like this petite little Barbie predicted, and yes, it’s not safe. That’s the only reason a monster like me is in her home.

“I told you,” she said, winking in mockery, which somehow got to me and made my blood boil. “My upstairs neighbour notices every single thing about me, and he doesn’t joke with me. What are you waiting for? Untie me before the police barges in here and arrests you.”

“Shut up!” I growl. “Now I really want to eat you, don’t push it before time. And as for them… I’ll kill them.”

“More will come – much more. Thanks to my upstairs neighbour.” She whispers and smirks, dragging my gaze back to the lips I was trying not to look at. She just keeps putting herself in more trouble and doesn’t even realize that.

“Untie me!” she roars as the banging on the door increases.

“If you don’t open up, we are going to force our way in,” the police threaten, and she gives me a ‘The fuck you waiting for?’ look.

“This is bullshit!” I curse underneath my breath, walking behind her to untie her hands and legs. I know this is me taking a risk; she’d definitely rat me out and flee to save her life. This is just the perfect chance to get rid of me; she just has to tell the cops I’m in here, they’d call for backup, and get rid of me for her, since there’s no other way out of this house except through the front door; she’d be free. That’s definitely what’s going on in her mind, but it of course wouldn’t go that way because a thousand of those police officers aren’t enough for me.

As soon as her hands and legs came loose, she jumped up just like I predicted, but instead of fleeing towards the front door, she held my hand and ran towards a different door, which I suspect to be the bedroom. Trembling, she pushes her wardrobe open and forces me in to hide me, and boom… she is gone.

Adorable mistake.