A Hidden Secret

Chapter IV

  I grinned. 'Arianna Jacksons, huh? This person is very clueless of my naughty deeds.' I go and say that I am ready. He unlocks the door and leads me to another place in the house. He kinda looks like a butler, carrying that candle holder, I giggle, remembering a manga I just read, called Black Butler. I honestly can't believe they did the butler guy, uh, Sebastian, like that. Oh, Grell, though. He was amazing! I think Grell is a he. Oh well.

- "What are you so giggly about?"

- "Oh, nothing. Just excited!"

- "About?"

- "Oh, don't you know? I love doing new things. I mean, havent you been watching me lately?"

- "Uh....."

     I smile innocently, but feel devilish inside. Yes, he is a worthy prey. I shall kill him and enjoy the sight of him bleeding. I will show no mercy!

- "Speechless, I see."

     He clears his throat, fixing his collar slightly as he reaches into his pocket. I let out a cough and he looks at me. I knew that by now they have stopped surveillancing me. I look around, just to double check. No one. Pure emptiness, a prey's mistake. 'Time to kill.' I glare at him deadly, he shifts uncomfortably in his stance.

- "Awe, is someone afraid? There's nothing to fear, or is there?"

     My eyes turn an ice-blue as I stare at him. I don't rest, making him feel anxious but calm yet vexed. 'I love this, heh, you are about to be mine.' 

- "W-wha------"

- "Shh... No need to speak."

     I walk closer to him, able to get his scent. 'I might escape easier. This is an awesome way to leave.' I smile warmly, despite knowing he will die. I change my stare slightly so that I may give him a taste of death before he truly dies. He shudders inside but outside, he is perfectly stunned. I finally put my mouth next to his neck and let my warm breath surround him, letting him covet one last sense of ecstasy. I feel sorry for the guy, I kill for fun, yes, but I have feelings towards my victims, feelings of sorry for them to have to suffer death my way. 

- "Enjoy these last moments."

     I slowly put my right hand around his nec, pressuring down on his esophagus. My left hand wanders around his body. He will die with pleasure, I hope. My nails dig into his neck an I begin to see blood coming out. I bring out my nails, search for another weak spot to hit and by now, I hear him gurgling his blood. His body is turnin cold, and I now use my left hand to put pressure on the back of his head so that he may die faster. A minute later, the gurgling stops. The clock strikes three, the time of evil.

     I find and grab clothes. Finally, warmth. I look around for an exit. Everything is too big and dark, but I still make my way. I grab a candle and let the body burn, not wanting to leave tracks. I also make sure not to step in blood, nor get blood on me, besides my hands.

    As I approach a door, I hear footsteps. My eyes have already turned brown, I don't want them to turn ice-blue again. I extinguish the candle and hide in the shadows of the night. 'Another victim, I suppose.' I look at the person pasing by. My eyes tell me it is a mistress, but my scent tells me she is a slave. 'Great, now I want her.' 

    I let her pass me and I start after her, not letting her notice me. 'Damn, this shirt is warm. I am to-- Oh, nevermind. There's a rag on the floor. Huh, weird.' I continue following her, rag in hand. Her speed is accelerating. 'Is she on to me?'  I hope not.

     She slows down as if reading my thoughts. Now's my chance. I creep up to her and wrap the rag around her mouth and tie it to the back of her head, making it a gag. I throw her to the ground, making her kneel. I pull her hair so she's facing up at me. I slide down the gag once she's calmer and tone my voice so it may sound serene and soothing, kind of like a siren's voice.

- "Who are you? What's your name?"

    I see tears roll down her cheeks. She cries, silently, and I know why. Some humans can sense bad vibes, me being on of them.

- "M-my n-names E-Elizabeth. I am a ma-errr-slave."

      'Perfect!' I thougth to myself, 'Just what I need. More troubles. Now I have her and me to take care of.'

- "What is a slave possibly doing out of her cage.?"

- "P-please! Let me be free!"

- "Why should I? You deserve to be punished."

- "N-no! P-please I- I b-----"

- "Quiet, not too loud. Stand up."

     As she stands, I put her gag back on, she is now too wild. I want that but I don't want her to be too loud. 

     I walk her around the house, she makes me look like a mistress so people ignore us. They can't see who we are since we are mere shadows and out postures look like mistress and slave, it is easier to fool with her. I see a door and sniff the area. Fresh air. I open the door and alarms go off. I look at the girl, she is turning pale. 

- "Shit!"

     I grab her and put her in my arms. I'm strong, now time to prove my speed.

- "Stay with me, Elizabeth. Stay with me."

     I don't want her to die in my arms. No, I can't afford to see another "innocent" death happen in front of me. I will go crazy. By now, I am on the streets, the alarms are barely faint. The girl is still alive. 

- "Wait!"

     I turn around, hearing someone call out to me. I thought to mysellf two words: 'Damn it!'