I stared into the reflection in the mirror. Dark hateful eyes glared back at me, beautiful long black hair draped over my shoulders and fell perfectly. I was still focused on the eyes though, my own jet black eyes. I could feel the glaring. It caused a sinking feeling in my stomach, as well as an uncomfortable tingling and slight burning sensation across my throat. The kind of vibe that would terrify my old self. Plus a burning sensation, that's not normal, like I care. I realized I was thinking about my throat being slit, at my own hands or not. Would I heal? Or is that too fatal of a wound?
Then it hit me. If I glare like this at others, can I fill them with the same vibe and fear? There was only one way to find out. So, with blood soaked clothing clinging to my body, I grabbed some sunglasses off of the nightstand and threw the window open with ease. I placed the sunglasses on my face, despite it being dark, and jumped down out of the window. I didn't care how loud I was, or how long the drop was. I walked off, with no feelings of guilt or regret. I sprinted into town, taking only a few minutes, and began to walk around as a normal person. A normal person who happens to be stained with blood, and wears sunglasses at night.
I got strange looks, looks of terror, confusion, disapproval, almost like some thought it was some Halloween getup, and I was just a freak. Only its not anywhere near Halloween. I went an area where there's a lot of social events and walked around. I came across a girl in black studded boots, a black tank top-like shirt with slits in the back, and a black heart with an arrow through it, and chains wrapped around it as the art on the front. She also had black jeans with slits and rips in them, and a black studded belt, which had a small dagger strapped to it. She had a black choker necklace. At least when I see in all black and red, I can tell what is actually black, due to it having a slightly darker hue than when I'm human. She looked to be about 120 pounds, she was pretty small, but her clothes look close to my size.
I approached the girl, I could smell that she had been drinking. Let alone the walking diagonal instead of straight, accompanied by the occasional stummble. Great, the world has made it even easier for me. Not that I need it to be easier. She looks like and easy target. She obviously didn't have too much, she was most likely thinking mostly straight, but slowly. She looked at me in a questioning way. "I like your clothes" I said plainly. "Thanks!" She said before brushing her hair behind her ear, looking down and walking toward and away from me. I grabbed her arm before she got far and leaned close to her ear. "I don't think you heard me correctly, come with me." I said. She looked down and saw my bloody hands. "Ew!" She said before trying to tug her arm away. "Bitch I will cut you!" She said, slurring her words a bit, and reaching for her knife. I pulled her knife from it's leather casing and slid my armed hand under her shirt. I pushed it lightly against her skin, just hard enough to prick her, unless she moved too fast or suddenly, or just the wrong way. Then she gets stabbed. "Let's play a game, you pretend to be my my girlfriend until we get home or I kill you with your own knife." Her eyes filled with fear as I began walking home.
After a few minutes of walking I saw a young couple leave their car and go into a store, even better the car had tinted windows. It was even fairly new looking. They didn't lock the car. I even heard the words "oh, hold on I forgot the keys!" I ran up to the car, pulling the small girl with me. I shoved her in the back, jumped in the front, grabbed the keys off the passenger seat, then I started the car and quickly sped off. As I drove, I locked the whole car. I made sure to go fast enough that escaping the car would be suicide for her. The girl cried, I pulled over in an alleyway and turned around in my seat to face her. "Don't worry dear, we will be home soon. I was just after your clothes, and I wanted a more durable looking toy than you, but you seemed fun." I said.
She tried opening and unlocking the doors, so I quickly crawled over the seat, into the back, and broke off the locks so they couldn't be unlocked by hand, then I broke the buttons that unlock them. I went back into the front and drove off, I was going 90 miles per hour most of the time. I made it home, and dragged her inside and up to my room.
I threw her on the floor and closed, then locked my window. I took her clothes, with her screaming the whole time. I replaced them with my blood soaked ones. I took a pillow case and put it in her mouth with it tied in the back and threw her in the closet. Conveniently there was a key for it hung on the doorknob. I put one small cut across the top side of her wrist before walking off to test out my new death glare.
