Scarlet

Chapter 13: Falling... Failing PART 3

Chapter 13: Falling... Failing PART 3

Previously:

I turned away from Kim, about to walk away but she clearly wasn’t finished yet. She ran at my retrieving body, pulled my hair and scratched my face hard. Blood was running down my face and I wiped it off with the back of my hand. There were four deep cuts clearly visible under all the blood but soon it disappeared and I healed. I smirked at Kim and I think she knew very well that she crossed a line.

Before I was going to spare her life but that was before she crossed the line. Now I don’t think she deserved to live.

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“Pity,” I said.

“What?” Kim snarled.

“You can’t really hold a funeral for a pile of dust.”

We both ran at each other and I managed to get Kim into a head lock. I held onto her neck tightly and she struggled to get out of it. I could feel her head slowly crushing from my grip and she was slowly dying from the pressure on her head. Kim couldn’t breathe and I was about to finally kill her when Jake appeared a few meters away from me.

Jake was half shocked half scared yet he spoke calmly. “Vicky,” he said, looking at me cautiously. “Don’t do this.”

There was something inside me that hated the fact that Jake was seeing this. I let go of Kim and she fell to the ground, taking in deep breaths. There was a voice inside my head yelling at me faintly saying not to hurt Jake or anyone else. I wouldn’t hurt Jake but I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t hurt anyone else. I would break that promise in a heartbeat. I needed blood and one person wasn’t going to be enough.

The village wasn’t crowded, especially at this time of day. I quickly took some dark sunglasses as the light was hurting my eyes and set off down the street. People looked my way but I didn’t look at them, I kept my eyes straight ahead.

I heard a small whispered hello to my left so I stopped, turned and walked down the narrow alleyway towards the sound. I saw a small boy that was about five years old. He had tear streaks on his face and his eyes were red and puffy from crying.

I walked over to the small child and sat down next to him. “You h-heard me?” he stuttered and I nodded silently.

“I have good hearing,” I said to him softly. The boy tried his best to smile but it was dead easy to tell it was fake. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel alone and not wanted.” He said softly with tears falling down his face. I noticed that he had no highlights or lowlights in his hair meaning he was different like me – I didn’t have any natural lights in my hair.

“What about your parents?”

“I live in a homeless kids place. I wish I could be with my mum and dad again. They’ve gone to heaven.” I nodded quietly and the small boy climbed onto my lap. At first I tensed up and was startled by his actions. I knew he was harmless, especially compared to me so I soon relaxed. His tiny hand touched my face and he left it on my cheek. “Why are you so cold?” he asked me.

“It’s a cold day,” I replied.

“You’re a nice girl miss.” Any other girl would’ve fallen off their feet in adoration at how cute the boy was but I wasn’t like any other girl.

My thirst was starting to get the better of me and I let it take over. All I wanted was this boy’s blood.

“Thank you. Would you like to see your parents again?” I asked him.