Christy Anne

Chapter 1

I leaned against the wall outside the bar and pulled out a cigarette. It's not like it'll harm me anyways.
The dress Dad bought me looks beautiful, too beautiful to seduce anyone in. I think he should've bought me something the least bit skankier, I swear it's like he's living in the old days.

I pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a drag. I know the smoke kills but it almost doesn't feel that way at all. Isn't it weird?
That little show I put on for my Dad sure sold him. It's nice knowing he believes I'm an innocent little daughter who kills for dresses like these when in reality, I don't give a shit about prissy dresses and would rather be wearing the sluttiest clothes I own.

I blew out the smoke. "Slutty always wins this game, doesn't it?." I spoke to the winter air. "Whatever. It's not like you'll answer me anyway..." I can't believe my Dad believes that I've never collected souls before, much less that I'm innocent/sweet. Hah. I know my way around.
"That's quite a saying, hm?" A voice murmured behind me.

     I turned in the direction the voice came from and saw a man. Good looking at that. I gave him a weak smile.

     "Yeah. What's it to you?" I asked.
  "Nothing. Nothing at all. I just didn't expect such a saying to come out of a pretty lil girl in a dress like that. How old are ya? Sixteen? Seventeen? What you doing all alone by yourself in a dump like this?"

     "Someone's a little too curious. I'm seventeen, and I was kicked out of my house by my parents." I lied. "They don't want me, so I travel alone looking for jobs to get me by. No one really wants an underage teen for work though."
    "With a body like that, I'm sure no one turns you down." He smirked. I cringed. Looking him up and down, seeing him in his jeans and buttoned flannel, his five o'clock shadow and his wise little smirk.... I could tell a lot about him. Probably a rapist out here raping little girls with that kind of look on his face.

   I closed my eyes and ran myself through, ya know, the usual drill. Ugh. I was right. Three accounts of rape. What a dirty little bastard.
   The cons of my mind reading are surreal.

   "Funny that you think being a whore is my job. You're handsome and sure know how to flatter a girl." I rolled my eyes. He came closer to me and stood in front of me, putting his hand next to my head on the wall.
     "Well I aim to please, darling." He murmured. I winced at his advances.

"Do you now?" I asked quietly. He leaned in to whisper at my ear.
"Oh trust me sweetie," He grinned.

"I do."

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I dusted myself off after leaving the hotel the man offered me a stay with.
"Fucking him was disappointing." I sighed to myself as I pulled out another cigarette.

He entered me like it was no one's business. For a human, sure his sex would be appealing. But for a lady like me it was nothing close to getting me off. He came inside me, the bastard. After that I took his soul right then and there, sucking the life out of him through my hand on his small forehead. Poor bitch had it coming for all the rape charges and harassment going for him. A man who rapes a girl is no real man, as my Daddy says.
One soul down. 980 to go out of 1000.

I lit the cigarette and it burned bright red before softening out. I wish we didn't have to screw people to collect souls. We don't, but it's the most effective and easiest. It makes the whole job effortless and seamless. So technically in a way, we have to.