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Revenge I00:14 May 18 2009
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The story you are about to read is something I felt that I had to write. I needed to put into words what I would never allow myself to act out. I thought about making this private as it shows a very dark side of me, but I knew if I hid it then……well sufficed to say you are reading it, and I changed my mind. This is just one installment. When the urge comes to write more I will. I am sure that I will also edit this entry many times before I feel that it is …… right.
One more disclaimer; I am not a writer, I do not pretend to be one here. The story you are about to read is flawed, not written in correct story telling format and probably contains more grammatical errors then a story written by a six year old.
If you don’t like it, too bad – I don’t care.
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I stood in front of my captive patiently waiting for her to wake up. I checked the bonds that held her to the chair again slowly strengthening them with magic. I would be most disappointed if she were to leave me before my work was done.
Finally her eyes began to open, slowly at first and then they darted faster as she tried to decipher where she was. She looked at me and I could see the hatred spread across her face.
“Where the hell am I?” she asked. “What the hell do you think that you are doing? You are going to pay for this.” she screeched
With the last statement I simply stood and slapped her across the face so hard that it left an impression of my hand.
“Speak again and I will cut out your tongue” Her eyes grew wide and as she opened her mouth to scream I hit her again. This time she was silenced. I pushed the hunger down as I watched a single stream of blood begin to drop from the corner of her mouth.
Satisfied that she would stay quiet I crossed back over to the chair in front of her. I sat slowly gathering my skirts around me and began to tell her of her fate……
“My dear, I have spent a long LONG time trying very hard to not give in to what I am. Through the multitude of years that I have existed I only gave into my nature twice. Quite a feat for my kind really, I mused. I have been a better “human” then most; I have lived with compassion in my heart and kindness in my soul. I have saved more people than most religions ……but tonight……tonight I am going to give in and embrace my darker side. “
I waited for those words to sink in knowing that she would think me crazy. No matter I would reveal what I was soon enough. It would be the last thing she would see with mortal eyes before my subjects took her down to the bowels of hell
“You see my dear, you broke something of mine. Something that I cared very deeply for, something that I was grooming for a very special reason.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about” she mumbled
“Sure you do………..think about it” I answered calmly. Humans always grew more frightened when we spoke to them in soft voices. It is their primal instinct telling them to run. “You wander through this life thinking you are something special, something that mortal men should fight over, crave and desire. You feel entitled, you claim to love but in reality to feed. I know that you are human but from a distance I would have sworn you were a succubus.” I stood and crossed the small space between us so that I was standing close to her again. “Let me see, married three times and through more men than I can count. Quite the little slut.” As she opened her mouth to speak again I ran my nails across her bare arm and cut her flesh right down to the bone. “ I told you to be quiet”
She watched the blood drip down her arm drop into a small pool on the floor. She looked at me with fear in her eyes now. Good I thought.
“You will never get away with this” she whispered. I smiled, “of course I will dear, you act as if I have never done this before.” “I am on a business trip this week – Seattle to be exact. Look here are my plane tickets.” I pulled out two separate boarding pass stubs, one for a flight to Seattle and one for a returning flight. I then showed her my completed expense report complete with receipts. “There are plenty of people who are going to state that I was in Seattle, that I held meetings and gave presentations” I was now standing behind her so I bent down and whispered in her ear “How can this be?” I circled around to stand in front of her again placing each of my hands on the arms of the chair she was tied to. I leaned in close and simply smiled as I unfurled my wings and bared my fangs. She screamed and fainted.
“Dam – they always do that.” I said out loud. No matter – I have all the time in the world.
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COMMENTS
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Theban
14:14 Jun 03 2009
I thought it was very good as I'm able to tell you my six year olds don't write as well as you : )
Dragonrouge
20:02 Jun 10 2009
The myth of the perfect crime as the masters of the policier would done it!The dark side!This is the tribute the real writers have to pay: not to invent stories but to tell us about their core... and maybe ours.
Still has a lot if my humanity within it!
*laughs*
LifesHermit
01:54 Jun 15 2009
Does art truly imitate life?
Nedra
02:09 Jun 15 2009
LH...............She better hope not. Or this story will seem like a fairy tale compared to what I would really do.