Princess of Darkness

Chapter 8: Screams

Ravens POV

Drink, drink, drink again.

That was how my night was going. Deion surprisingly had chosen the most popular club in town. Don't even bother asking me how we got in here, but we did and hold crap it's so much fun. Speaking of him, I'm pretty sure I lost him a long time ago. I think I saw him go off with some chick. Ahaha. I had such a good buzz and on top of that, whole place having the greatest atmosphere. I could easily say this was turning out to be one of the best nights Ive had in a long time.

I continued to dance with the crowd, until my mouth become dry. I slowly hobbled over to the bar, you could clearly tell I was drunk. In a blur and amongst my slurred talking, the bartender gave me a shot and I turned around to watch the large crowd dancing along to the best of the music. I couldn't stop giggling to myself. Some guy soon came up to me, I watched as his mouth moved, obviously talking to me, but I couldn't understand a thing. I just kept giggling. I then felt him grab my hand and start pulling me towards the back of the club.

Once the two of us were out the back, I was pushed up against the wall. Whoever took me outside started kissing my neck, running his hands all over my body.

"S-stopppp!" I slurred, pushing the guy away from me, but I was to drunk to properly get him off me. I kept giggling as his kisses drew closer to my lips.

"I-I haveee a g-uy frieend you knoww?" I said in a high pitch slur. The guy only ignored my words and didn't stop, his lips kissing my jawline and his hands slipping under the short dress I was wearing.

As I felt his hands slip up my thigh, I somewhat snapped out of my drunken haze. My mind on full alert. I want this guy off me! I tried again to push him off me, I tried harder, but my arms felt like jelly. My bones started to ache and my stomach started to do flips. My heart was pounding, I was completely defenceless against this person.. but not completely.

I felt horns growing on my head, a tail and teeth growing and becoming sharper, I felt my skin stretch, making room for the black wings, growing out of my back. I saw the reflection of my glowing red eyes in the strangers eyes and then just like that. I lost control of my Devil.

(ABOUT TO BE A LITTLE GRAPHIC, if you don't like gore/violence then please skip.)

I watched as my demon bit into the mans neck, ripping a huge chunk of his flesh from his neck. I felt his warm blood make contact with my face as he stumbled backwards, holding onto his throat, thick crimson red blood continued to spill from his neck. Realising what was happening, I tried to regain control before she did more damage, but she wouldn't let go and I was too weak to really stop her. 

How dare you touch me, pathetic mortal!" She screamed, in a demonic voice. As the stranger fell to his knees, she started clawing at his face and eyes. She proceeded to claw his eyes and face, making there no room for any remaining skin to be left on there. As the seconds progressed, the strangers screams filled the night air.

My devil then proceeded to stab this man with our tail, stab, after stab, after stab. Blood smeared all over my body and clothes. She snarled and then started clawing at his stomach until his organs were exposed to the faint moonlight. You could see by now the man was long dead, but this didn't stop her. She once again clawed at the mans neck until.. well until it was no longer attached to the body. Holding the head up like a trophy, I felt a feeling of satisfaction wash over my devil as she stepped over the body and through the head beside it. 

My breathing hitched as I looked at the horrific scene. Blood was all over the walls of the club and covering the concrete pavement. The clothes on the body were stained red, as im sure mine were too. I could almost guarantee every supernatural could smell the blood of the human my devil had just killed.