Turn Me Twice

12

"Which one should I kill first?" Blake tapped his fingers on the oak table as I stood on the other side of him. 

One wouldn't believe that this rug used to be white, from wolf hair actually, they wouldn't because it was now blood red and the blood would have dried by now and it was never going to come out. Not even the best of laundromats can fix this rug.

I looked at the two men on the rug, bathing in their own blood, "Tell me my child, which one?"

I looked at what used to be humans, I bet they had a loving family that would never know what happened to them. 

I pondered, is anyone waiting for them at home? "I don't know, which one is the most alive?" I asked. Blake smiled at this.

When I was around him, the safest way was to play his way, and with recent events I had to be careful. I wondered, was Calvin still where I left him, when I walked past him with my bags? I should have stayed, no, I shouldn't have. 

I shook my head trying to get a clean mind again as I watched Blake walk around the table, the knife in his other hand glistening in the light.

"This one." He kicked the head of the man closer to me, lightly, enough to turn his face, or what was left of his face up. It was beyond recognition now. If you wanted me to count every gash on his face it could possibly take me all night.

Blake was talented with the knife, like he was at many other things. He crouched down, smoothing the man's hair from sticking to his forehead, not even bothered by all the sticky metallic blood on his palm now. And not even worried that his pristine white suit might be ruined.

"Tell me who you work for. Trying to poison my drink, you think I wouldn't know?"

I flinched at the voice, he was using the most powerful of tones he had, anything that would let something slip. "Did your master really think he could kill me by poisoning blood? Oh son, it takes a lot more to kill me than just that."

All I knew was walking into this mess, I knew I should have unpacked and gone to 'sleep' not check up on Blake. Or follow the screams.

Before the man could even answer, he slit his throat and I watched as more warm blood leaked onto the already soaked rug.

Great, now it was going to ruin the carpet underneath.  I better let the girls call the cleaners.

"What a pity, I don't drink traitor blood." Blake stood up, throwing his knife blindly at the other guy, who's heart was already barely hearable. Blake frowned, his eyebrows knotted as he reached for what I assumed was not a poisoned  glass and lifted it up to his lips taking a short sip before his eyes were focused upon me. 

"Do you think I should burn them or bury them?" he asked.

I looked from him to the two bodies, sighing, I knew where my loyalty was, as much as I hated it, "I think you should tie them together and hang them for their master to see."

Blake smiled, walking over and patting my shoulder "I knew I did the right choice when I made you mine. I'll do that, go rest. We have a busy day tomorrow." He didn't have to tell me twice for me to hurry out of that room. 

Outside were his usual girl toys hovering on the couch, no doubt hearing everything that was happening inside judging by their pale faces as they looked up at me scared. "Call the cleaners pronto."

They nodded as I walked past them letting my hair down from the pony tail, I went into my room, the one always closest to Blake's and locked it turning the lights on, setting them to a dim light. 

I looked at my phone that was blinking on the mattress, no doubt from one of the boys but ignoring it I went to take a shower instead. Even if I was clean, watching that made me feel dirty. All I needed was the scalding water on my body to make me feel half humane, who was I kidding, I would never reach that. 

I switched the hot water on stripping down looking at my reflection in the mirror, god sometimes I disgust myself. What made me hate myself even more was that not for a second did I ever wish I didn't become this. 

I ran a hand over my flawless cheeks, I traded myself to become monster, and I was a monster. I clipped my hair back up so it didn't get wet, not that it mattered, and stepped into the shower closing my eyes as I leaned against the cold glass as I let the hot water scald my skin. It was almost, like a massage. 

* * * 

"You're up early."

I looked up at Jessica, or was it Jasmine? Whatever her name was as she pit a piece of celery as she stared at me. I walked around the kitchen opening the fridge, "And your point being?" I asked as I grabbed a water bottle.

I watched her shrug, humans, how could they eat that foul thing, her distaste was clearly visible in her eyes. and so were the bright red marks on her neck, I should be asking how she was awake, obviously she had a big night last night.

"I don't know I just thought you wouldn't be up at six in the morning." 

"I have things to do." I lied, even though we didn't need to sleep, I couldn't sleep. All that haunted my dreams were things that would make her shiver and run. She nodded chewing another bite of celery like a cow as I drank some water, "You know, I always wondered. Who is Blake to you?"

My grip on the water tightened as her piercing blue eyes stared at me, "Your not his family, not that I think of because you aren't in any of the pictures. And he doesn't fuck you like he fucks us, which is great in case you're wondering, and you don't live with us. So, what are you to Blake?"

I placed my empty bottle back on the counter screwing the cap on, "I wasn't wondering, first of all," I pointed out, god the entire sentence itself was disgusting, "And you don't want to know." 

Why do I always forget his annoying toys were even more annoying when they weren't moaning on high pleasure of having being bitten. This bitch was sober as the day she was born and it was irritating, I grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket and walked past her. 

I knew for a fact Blake wouldn't be out of his room till seven, and not ready to speak to anyone till seven thirty which meant I had one and a half hours to do something productive.

Which I wasn't, so I did a u-turn and headed into his office, he wouldn't mind me there. I wondered why he wanted me here, he had a plan. And I desperately wanted to know what that plan was. 

His office was even more eerie without his presence, it was dark and big. I looked at the ground where the rug was removed and already replaced by another white rug. I frowned, it was like he never learned, I bet that wouldn't last more than a week.

I picked up a random book from his bookcase before settling into his office chair flipping open to a random page as I waited for his return.