My Fiancé's Sister ~ Trixya

Chapter 14 - Sidekick

The days grew darker as the body count grew higher. Some people believed It was the Devil himself come to damn the city for mistakes no one could name. it was no longer a victim a day, and only at night. Voix would snatch anyone; men, women, children, the elderly at any time while she thought no one was looking.

The police were stunned. The only explanations they had were Voix had the power to become invisible or she was no longer working alone.

Voix didn't have the power to become invisible, she was smart about her movements. And the only current accomplice she had was her blind rage and fear from her interactions with the woman.

She hung around outside stores that played the news on their TV screens. She watched for any signs of the woman having gone to the police, giving them any type of information on how she thought, acted, anything but there had been none so far. Perhaps Voix had perceived her wrong and she had made a mistake.

But there was no way she could go back now. The damage had already been done. They couldn't work together with their differences, and Voix had made it quite clear she wasn't giving up her life of crime. So, the only other option was to have the woman join her side.

Voix hops the fences of the identical suburban houses and lawns until she reaches the one, she had temporarily called home. She creeps across the grass, staring into the large patio window. She sees the woman surrounded by the people Voix had first spotted her with, her friends. Then she hears her, that loud infectious laugh.

She waits patiently for the woman to glance outside and spot her. When she does, all the color in her face drains and the smile from her face is gone. She returns her gaze to her friend, smiling politely as she tries to calm her stomach from leaping into her throat and pay attention to what her friend is saying. How stupid she was to think that Voix wouldn't come back and would just leave her be. And how stupid she was to fall in love with such an evil creature and be excited by seeing her again.

Voix continues to watch and wait until the woman is saying goodbye to her friends and waving them out the door. She returns to the kitchen, lightly cleaning up some of the leftover food and dishes. She hears the patio door slide open and the quiet footsteps of Voix. Panicking, she grabs the nearest item that could substitute as a weapon. She lets out a small whimper as she sees it is only a butter knife left out with the spread. She turns to Voix and holds the knife out in front of her in a protective stance. She wasn't going to go down without a fight, no matter how pathetic that fight may be.

"What do you want?" She asks, backing herself into the edge of the counter as Voix slowly steps closer.

You. She turns her neck, cracking it along with her knuckles.

"Why couldn't you have killed me weeks ago?"

Oh, I didn't come here to kill you.

"What else could you possibly want from me? You said there couldn't be an us."

I was wrong. There can be. She stops in front of the woman, their bodies touching. She rests her hands on the woman's waist, staring into her eyes. The woman closes her eyes, squeezing tight and swallows loudly.

"H-How?" She stutters, dropping the knife to the floor.

Join my side.

"You want me to become a crazy mass murderer?" She asks, jaw hanging open.

Not quite so soon, but in short, yes. And I'm not crazy, just... misguided.

"If you were misguided, you'd have accepted my offer to go on a date and given up your life of crime."