Satan Reincarnate (The original)

Tokio

•Bills POV•

Watching her struggle, it was a little bit.. funny. She was so embarrassingly uncoordinated, one push to the back of her knee and she's basically on the floor. Maybe I was insane, but it kinda turned me on. However, it pissed me off the more she struggled. All I wanted was to get her out the back door, was that so hard to do? All I could see was disgust brewing behind her deep-set eyes, not the fear I wanted. I wanted to inflict fear.

I looked down at her, and took her by the neck using my free left hand.

"Bill," she croaked. She was a listener, she figured out my name. I liked that.

But, she still wasn't scared enough for my taste. I took my hand off of her wrists, and dragged her by only her neck. I felt my ego bruise just a little at the fact that I was pissed, and she wasn't scared how I wanted her to be. I patted the fluffy white pocket resting on my mid-thigh, a grin endearing my mouth as I felt the cylinder shape of my swiss army knife I usually use as a bottle opener.

"Stop resisting, Angie." I teased, pulling the knife from my pocket as we neared the wall.

"Don't you dare call me that." She choked out, her voice strained and breathy as she began to steady herself, and clawed my face with her sharp, bitten fingernails.

"Fuck!" I yelped, throwing her onto the bruised and cracked pavement.

My finger shakily pressed against my lip, feeling a significant gape left by the ring she tore out of my mouth. Oh she's gonna get it. She was up in a matter of seconds, and unsteadily running as fast as her legs could take her. She was tall, so she was fast. But I was taller, and I was faster. I reached out, and her stray curls and tight waves were already tangled around my sharp rings. I yanked my hand back, surely taking some of her hair right out of her scalp. I ripped her back to me, and lifted her hair up so the back of her neck was exposed. Right on the small ball of her spine bone that popped out on her neck when she looked down was where I rested the tip of my knife, pressing down just until it stung a little bit. It stilled her, and shut her up.

"A teeny.." I softly scraped it over the back of her neck, "Tiny.." and then around to the side of her jaw- pulling a little wave behind her ear. "Knife?" I murmured, my hand still tight in her hair. "That's what it took to get you to stop?"

I leaned down, so my eyes were about as tall as the top of her head. I spun her around, and tried to hide the satisfactory smile that threatened my face as I saw her cut up, translucent hands start to shake.

"That's all?" I whispered, my eyes hard on hers. I saw my face in her eyes, and through that I felt like I could see her thoughts. Finally, she was scared.

After looking at mine, she pursed her lips- the fullness of them disappearing into her mouth as she hid them from me. Almost like she felt like I was gonna tear off her bottom lip because she gashes mine. I made quite the impression.

"See this?" I flicked my tongue out, the iron ball in it rolling over the blood spilling from my lip. "What the fuck was that, huh?"

I watched her chest, it rose and fell, rose and fell. But, it got rapid as she looked at me, and I really liked that.

My hand was still in her hair, the knife still rested on the side of her face.

"Get off of me." Was her only response. She couldn't disguise the tremor in her low voice, she was afraid.

I raised an eyebrow. "Not even an 'im sorry?' What happened to Mutual respect?" I pretended to pout, sticking out my stinging lip.