The Nightmares of New York

7 blades + 1 stake = 8 shots

TW: VOICENCE (CHOKING & STABBING) GORE

Finally she was sat, as still as ever, ready to listen. I hated that I had these thoughts but she needed to hear. I did what humans would describe as daydream. It was about all the ways I'd kill her. But after our first kiss I'd dream about being with her all through the day.
It was really conflicting.
But, "I think I want you alive"
"You think?"
"No I know, I know, I want you here" I was panicking, I didn't want to loose her but I also needed to warn her of myself.
"Rosette you sound like your trying to convince yourself"
I look at her calmly sat in the chair staring at me. I didn't realise I was pacing.
"It changes, I have both versions of the same dream"
She leans foward, resting her forearms on her thighs, "go on"
"When I'm asleep it's nice, we're together, just sat on my coffin kissing and cuddling"
"I'm guessing there's a bad dream..."
I sigh, "it's a dream I have when I'm awake, I'm sat on the coffin staring your body because the blade hit you, I snapped your neck or I left you burning" I'm smiling at her body, I didn't tell her that bit.
I see her get up without an expression and take some notes from the pockets of her trousers placing them on the table, "that's for the room, we had a deal remember tonight for kill, tomorrow night for answers"
I couldn't keep her here any longer, there was no sunlight trapping her.
I pulled her into me and went in for a kiss but she stepped back. "Find out what you want to do to me first" she sounded like she'd surrendered, like she'd already accepted her fate.
Then I was left alone. I had two hours to decide. I was so torn. I thought Constance would want her dead but seeing how accepting she was of it now, I wasn't sure. My sister could forgive easier than me. Half an hour after being left alone I was flying  into the middle of the lake. There was a small island. Home to one withering oak tree and around a dozen souls. My sisters was yet to have a headstone, after all she only died 3 nights ago. I sat by her, head in my hands.
"Would you want her dead Constance?"
All I heard was my own voice.
"But if take the answers option it's betrayal to kill her after isn't it? Surely she's more useful to me alive right?"
I didn't know. Constance would know. But she's not here. She'll never be here. Her entirety was cut short. Her second chance at life. Gone. The one person I trusted. The one person I was sure I loved. Dead. Love and trust now a non-existent memory for me. I was really alone.
I must have spent at least an hour just sat there, organising my thoughts.
I grabbed all 6 of my blades and went the dungeon, unlocking the door with the master key I'd taken from my fathers room. A lot was stored here but I was looking for a perticular shelf. The stakes, wooden or metal, locked away in case of emergency. I took a metal one, wood was just old fashioned. I didn't want splinters.
I made sure everything was secure in my belt before going to leave. I stood starting at the door. I took a slow breath.
"You must stop that habit Rosette, it doesn't give a good impression" it was my father.
"It calms me, I'm sorry"
He raised his tone a little "It's awfully human" he came closer, towering over me. "I don't want to hear you pretend to breathe ever again"
He made himself clear. I'd learnt not to flinch. Just stare forward. Accept whatever was coming.
My vision shifted to the left, my cheek burning and my head spinning.
I listened to his footsteps disappear then I disappeared myself, flying to the familiar alleyway. When I appeared the girl was waiting patiently against the wall. When she saw me she just stared; I don't think she was expecting me tonight. I looked a little closer at her. Enid was unarmed. Vulnerable. Accepting.
Focus.
I had 6 shots. I fired one immediately to make sure she knew I was here. It landed above her head and bounced of the wall. I wanted to see the fear in her eyes. I have barely seen it. I want to be the reason for it.
"Scared yet?"
She found my eyes, "no"
"I hope you know I want to play a little first" I gave her a smirk which no one ever sees from me. You could say she's lucky.
She chuckled for a few seconds then changed her tone completely. It seemed like mocking but her voice was also somber, "be my guest"
This would be fun.
I wasn't going to use all my blades too fast and I wouldn't show her the stake just yet. She needs to know how it feels to die. My sister had the luxury of it being quick; here I could make it as slow as I wanted. So I could play first.
I charged at her, forcing her against the wall so her back was facing me. She wasn't fighting back. Why wasn't she?
Rosette it doesn't matter, it's easier this way.
Something must have clicked her head as while I was trying to tie her hands she suddenly fought back. She caught me by the neck causing me to hit the other wall. Being choked was petrifying because you can't feel it. You aren't gasping for air; you can only feel her touch. I didn't how much time I'd have left. She could rip off my head if she wanted.
"You kill me then you kill yourself Rosette"
I still had my hands, I took out a blade. I placed my left hand on her waist, pulling her straight into me. My right hand was holding the blade now touching her neck.
I took a breath. My stupid human habit. I should have done this nights ago. "You killed one of your own kind"
I pushed the blade into her neck, seeing the pain project onto her face. Her neck craned into the blade causing more pain. I smiled. Until she spoke.
"And what are you doing now?" I felt the blade slip out of my fingers. I was down to 4. Pushed her down to the ground and fell with her. She couldn't move, I had her panicking underneath me. But I didn't see yet; I didn't see the fear.
"Rose you need me"
She was delusional. And the name she used... only my sister uses that.
I got close to her face. "Don't you ever call me that"
I got out yet another blade and pulled her wrist onto my thigh. I started to push the sharp metal into her wrist creating the first line. She started to scream so I stopped for a second taking out a handkerchief.
"What's my name?"
I let her own blood drip onto her face as she answered, her voice shaking. "Rosette"
Then I shoved the material right into her mouth so I was able to carry on. I was pushing so hard I'd thought I would be able to see the point peek through the other side. I was writing like she was paper.
"You know what I'm writing Enid? It's the letter R, so my father can know it was me that ended you once and for all"
I'd pressed hard enough that it could take weeks to heel. That was the intention. When I was done I remianed still for a second. The muffled screams were just music to my ears.
I dragged the blade along her exposed skin, dancing it around. "You like blood right?" I split her lip and watched the handkerchief turn red. She was led down, she'd choke on her own blood. Vampire blood wasn't as sweet. You can't swallow it. "Where to next Enid?"
Of course, she couldn't answer. I giggled as I raised the blade above my head. She was rapidly shaking her head. "Are you scared yet?"
I pulled the bloody handkerchief out, throwing it over her eyes. I had given her the luxury of speech.
"If I say yes will  you let my live?" Her voice sounded like that of a child's. Like a child that's lost their parents and is uncontrollably crying.
"And what would be the fun in that?"
She didn't scream.