"times up, you made this way harder than it had to be," I say with my hand gripped tightly around his heart. with a single twist, he falls to the floor, his heart resting in my hand, i took a bite. i liked the feeling of someone's life in my hands, i was in charge.
"now won't you look at that, you stained my carpet!" I say gently kicking his dead corpse.
and with that, the phone ringed.
"hello?" i say picking up the phone
"you morons the shipment is supposed to come in today! don't call me until this is fixed if you enjoy having your spine still attached." i slam the phone.
what is the point of having people work for you if they don't do it right the fucking first time.
"sarah! please remind me to kill caleb or whoever was just on the phone by tomorrow." sarah is my assistant, i had to compel her to not like go to the police or anything. don't get me wrong she makes good money so it's not like she is being tortured.
i live in new york, it suits me. i enjoy the city, something is always happening. i live in a three-story townhouse. i've only been here for about 43 years, can't be here too long or people get suspicious. i run one of the biggest drug cartels in north america. usually, i would just compel myself money, but it feels good to work for it, you know, be a boss.
i get to my front door and reach into my back pocket for my keys. opening the door i immediately feel like something is wrong. i turn right into my living room.
"whoever you are you walked into the wrong fucking house," I say laughing, this actually works out great because i am parched. i turn around,
"elijah?"
YOU ARE READING
if only i could love you
Hayran Kurgu"what if i dont want to be fixed." -this is not going to be grammatically correct fanfic that is not my main priority -this is not based on any specific timeline but when writing this i am going for kind of late s2-s3 tvd and then later early origin...
