Alexandria's Genesis (gxg)

Dumb and Dumber

                 

         Rylee's P.O.V

"You fucking slut!" I roll my eyes, bringing a bottle of beer up to my lips in an attempt to hide the smirk that was already beginning to form. I can practically feel the heat of this human's death stare on my back as I take a slow sip, preparing myself for the show that was about to go down. Putting on a confused look, I lower the bottle, turning around to meet my so-called girlfriend.

            Curtain up, bitches.

            "What are you talking about, baby?" I stare at her innocently, my eyes wide in the mock confusion she is, once again, too stupid to notice.

            "What the hell do you think?" she hisses, lowering her voice as several still sober individuals glance our way. I fight another eye roll. Seriously, who cares about what a few people hear at a teenage party? They'll probably get drunk off their asses later on and forget everything, anyway. "You were tongue wrestling that whore, and had I not stopped your dumb drunk ass, you'd probably be fucking her right now!" her voice rises in whiny desperation, and I am once again struggling to keep my act together.

            She's completely right, honestly. I'm not even drunk and I would still be getting with that hot piece of ass had this clingy fucker not interrupted. Speaking of...

            "Cass, babe-" I pause, wrapping my arms around her waist. "How could you think I would ever do that to you? She came on to me out of nowhere! I was about to shove her off, but you beat me to it," I press my mouth to her neck, drinking in the strong aura this girl was emanating. I felt myself grow stronger as her resolve weakened, knowing I'd have to have her soul soon or I'd destroy her completely. And I don't just mean emotionally.

            Maybe if you weren't such a prude, we wouldn't have this problem.

            I smirk into her skin, making no attempt to hide it. It's not like she can see it anyway.

            What a dumb hoe.

            I feel her sigh of resignation before I hear it, and I have to force myself to not pull away as she possessively wraps her arms around me. She bends down to my ear, whispering something about getting home and her father. I pay no mind, and as she drags me out of the house full of intoxicated teenagers, I wonder, yet again, if it's really necessary to bother with such a clingy, jealous girl.

Honestly, if she wasn't the Target's daughter, I wouldn't have even acknowledged her offer of friendship all those years ago. I may not be human, but damn, I sure did pick up a lot of teenage tendencies and feelings in my years of feeding off of human misery. Besides, it was just an added bonus that I had been instructed by my Creator to destroy the threat to our existence, and he just so happened to be the one in charge of this wonderful thing known as drama. My years of being raised as a human in order to be an asset to the cause gave me an opportunity to indulge in what all human kids took for granted: finding out what you're good at. To my surprise, and the surprise of my fake parents, I was capable of more than just capturing souls and wreaking hell on humanity; I could act! Sure, I'm fully capable of ensnaring the human mind and taking what I need, but this way is much more exciting. I landed role after role in this fucker's productions growing up; but as my human and not-so-human hormones kicked in, my sexuality was discovered. Apparently, humans can't handle the "gay," and I was no longer able to participate in what I liked because of Mr. Homophobe Jack Holt, the drama director. It was around the same time I was made aware of my mission, which I was all too happy to comply in.