You Better Not Be Her Prey 3

Chapter 3: The Angel Awakens

I came to, suddenly noticing I had chains on my wrists, which were binding me to the ceiling. I looked around the room in panic, my eyes finally landing on Bucky. 

'I was wondering when you would wake up,' he remarked pensively, walking to me. 

'Remove me from these chains right now,' I snapped. 

'How do I know you won't hurt anyone if I take those off?'

'Just - please. Trust me. Take them off.' I shifted from foot to foot impatiently, wrapping my hands around the chains. 'I won't hurt anyone, I promise.' He turned and began to walk away. 'Please! Just let me out of this!' He was just about to leave, when I grabbed a firm hold on the chains and pulled sharply. They gave way and snapped almost immediately. 

Bucky was about halfway to the door, when something wrapped around his neck, pulling him to the floor. That was when he noticed her. Except, it wasn't her. The black eyes, deep pits of a sharp abyss staring back at him. He could just see the gleam of her fangs inside her teeth. It was apparent she was angry, and he had to continue to remind himself that this wasn't her. This was the Angel taking over her body. He was vaguely aware of the Angel's grip tightening around his throat with the chains, and he choked in air, attempting to fight her off before he passed out. He blinked, seeing the dark spots on the edges of his vision. He tried in vain to do something. Anything. The dark spots grew larger and took over his vision entirely. He gasped once and promptly passed out. The last thing he heard before he completely fell unconscious was the sadistic chuckle above him. 

At an abandoned warehouse later that evening... 

TW: lots of blood and gore 

The Angel threw the man onto the floor. He scrambled to his feet, attempting to run away from her, but she grabbed him wordlessly, hauling him to his feet and binding him to a pole near several other street criminals who were bound and/or chained nearby. 

'Please!' one of the women yelled. 'We have families to feed!' The Angel chuckled darkly, hauling the woman to her feet and wrapping her hand around her throat, lifting her as the woman began to struggle. 

'Does anyone else feel like they want to whine for their pathetic lives?' the Angel called out. With a quick clench of the fingers, the woman's neck was snapped instantly, and she dropped to the floor, dead. Stepping nonchalantly over the dead body, the Angel materialised her sword in her hand using her magic. 'Who's next on the chopping block?' the Angel said in a mocking sing-song voice, twisting and flipping her blade with a maniacal laugh. She hauled a young man to his feet, and without warning, thrust her blade through his heart, twisting it cruelly inside his chest for good measure. Unceremoniously, she dumped the man off the sword, and he slid to the floor, also dead, a gaping hole in his chest. Then, she tied up two other criminals next to the one she had brought in earlier and started tossing gas onto and around them. 

Pulling out a cigarette lighter, she began to toss it back and forth in her hands, grabbing one of the poor victims currently bound to the makeshift stake and pulling his hair back, exposing his neck, then igniting the lighter and bringing it to his face, laughing sadistically as the lighter began to burn away the skin on his neck. She drew an "A" symbol on his neck, and by the time she was done, he was nearly ready to pass out from the pain. She did the same to the other two, then ignited the lighter one more time. 'Au revoir,' she said darkly, and chuckled, tossing the match onto the gas she had tossed. Whatever pain they had felt previously when she was drawing the symbol onto them was multiplied ten times worse. The screaming continued on and on before they were burned completely to ash, charred black, the chains still holding their burned bodies. By now, some of the other prisoners were crying and whimpering. She knelt by one, giving the prisoner a small smile, tilting her head. 

'Please, let us go,' he begged her. Grabbing a short knife, she pulled back his hair to expose his throat and without warning, sliced his throat. The man gasped and grabbed his throat as the blood gurgled in his throat, leaking out of him faster than water. Then he slumped forwards, dead, the blood still oozing out of the gaping wound in his throat long after he had died. Grabbing the man and pulling him out of his chains, she pulled him towards her, and sank her fangs into him, tossing him away once she was done with what little of his blood was in his body. She did the same with two more, and then pulled up yet another woman, thrusting her hand in the woman's chest and ripping out her heart, dropping it to the floor, then feeding on the woman, then did the same to another two people. When the final person was left, a very young woman, not much older than nineteen, the girl was shaking in fear. The Angel knelt and unbound the girl, leaning close to her ear. 

'Run,' she said in a sadistic voice. The girl got up and bolted for the door, but just as she was about to reach freedom, there was a whoosh of air. The Angel vamp sped to her, grabbed her, and sank her fangs into the girl, as she struggled and screamed. 'Oh, shut up,' the Angel growled, reaching into her chest and ripping out her heart savagely, finishing her off in the most grotesque way, then grabbing a chain and wrapping it around the dead girl's throat, elevating her high above the ground, then chuckling, walking around the room, and putting her sword through someone who was still twitching. Laughing loudly, and spreading her wickedly dark wings, she launched herself up and through the roof, leaving nothing but a spread of savagely murdered bodies for anyone to find.