The Nightmares of New York

Finish with Her heart in your hands

I charged out of my coffin and pinned her right her to the wall. This was ending now. But she didn't want to give up easy. I just had to trip her...
We landed on the floor, me on top of her. I ripped of a part of my shirt to gag her; I didn't have to hear that annoying voice anymore. But boy did Enid scream...
The weakest point in any beings body, the neck. One crack and you were dead. It wasn't how I'd dreamt she'd die but it showed no sign of failure. I forced the fabric further down to muffle the screaming. Then I grabbed her head, peacefully turning it to the right... then rapidly to the left. I heard no crack. But silence. Then the girl continued to cry. Fuck.
I reached for my knife then I remember. I left it in the entrance; my father cleaned it away. I'd have to use force to end her. I'd weaken her first, a fist the to the face made the grey fabric turn red and screams became choked cries. I could let her drown in her own blood but I wanted this over quickly. I wanted that beating heart in my hands. If only I had my knife...
The creeping sunlight reflected a light my way from something metal. I looked over, there was a small blade on my dressing table. But how  would I even get it?
I needed to make sure she couldn't move while I ran over. So I got up and kicked her right her right where  it would hurt, the wound I left. I ran over but got struck down by a slither of sunlight. My arm and side where I had ripped my shirt burnt as I just led there for just a second. I couldn't waste time surrendering to pain so I grabbed the blade from the table. She had stopped coughing her heart out but sounded like she was on her way to the door. As I turned around I just threw, hoping my instincts would lead me to hit her head.
I watched as she turned her head with a scream but her body didn't drop. Instead the blade hit the wall but instead of cutting through her skull like I expected, her hair ended up on the floor.
I needed to use all my energy here, for Constance's sake. I pained myself stepping over the line of sun and pushed her right into the wall again. But she was ready too and my side was greeted with a stabbing from her knee. My teeth gritted in response as I tried not to make a sound. Show no sign of weakness as my father taught me. I didn't let it knock me down as I regained balance and punched her stomach. That made her grunt as she threw a weak punch my way. I was able to take her hand before it even touched me and twisted her wrist. That's when I heard the crack; I just wished it came from her neck. I wish it ended in silence instead of screaming. But she seemed healed already as I was pushed into the corner of the coffin. I let out a whimper as the wood felt like it had teared a layer of my skin away. I panicked when I saw my blade in her hand and fell onto my back. I had to get up. Her shoes had no grip, I remember the whole bottom was smooth. I weakly kicked her feet, giving me enough time to stand again. She had the weapon, but if I didn't let her close I would be safe. Enid had no sense of aim.  I kicked, right were her ribs would end and she fell full force into a vase. It shattered making instant cuts all over her. Something guided my eyes to the window. I ran over to pull the curtain opening it all the way. I stayed in the dark while half her body burned; the screams came again. I carefully took the blade away and knelt next to her.
"So I can either leave you to burn slowly all day or" I smiled straight at her, wishing she'd choose the second option, "I can carve your heart out now, I want to see it stop beating myself"
I adored her eyes. I adored seeing the pure fear in them. I was about to get my sweet answer when there was a knock at my door. My father was there.
"I heard screams are you ok?"
I nodded, my attention elsewhere. She was moving.
"Good, I'd sleep soon Rosette, you've had an exhausting night"
I couldn't risk it. I threw. I wasn't even aiming; I'd just hope to hit her. It sounded like I did so I smiled. "Thanks father" I closed the door, took a breath then looked back at Enid.
My blade was lodged into her chest with blood spilling out. I hadn't taken a moment to properly look her while we fighting. She looked like she'd been showered in blood.
She was silent now. She was still now.
The bitch was indeed dead now.