Book of Vents

Bloodlust

I threw my clenched fist into the face of my ex, after my forceful punch came into contact with their cheek they were sent to the floor with a painful sounding thud. I smiled demonically, a strange dark and empowering feeling filled my chest. More pain! They deserve to DIE. He is a weak little fucking bitch, you have much power now! Show him what you are REALLY capable of... A strange voice said to me. My demonic grin turned into an evil smirk. I brought my foot behind me and sent it into his side with all my might.

His yelp filled my ears and I felt the feeling in my chest grow, the thoughts in my head grew louder. I felt my feeling of guilt soon leave me. I kicked him again and again and again. All memories of all the fucked up shit he put me through and kicked him harder each time. I bent down and grabbed his collar of his shirt and raised my right hand, which was bleeding and bruised already from punching him the face the previous time. A strange strength surged through my muscles and I then sent my fist into his nose. A loud crack echoed through the halls of the school. Footsteps could be heard rushing towards me, but the sounds were muffled along with the screams of "Stop!", "Put him down!", and "Stop now or else!"

I paid no attention to the voices as I continued to smile joyfully at the sight of him being exceedingly hurt. I needed to feel this more, this power I have. I must feed it!

I threw the somewhat limp body of my ex into a wall, he didn't move. I walked towards him, but two large men stepped in front of me. "Stop this now, little miss. You don't want to get hurt."

I laughed, but it wasn't my normal joyful laugh. It sounded cold and evil. "I won't be the one getting hurt, soon you'll be crying like a little miss." My voice sounded as different and cold as my laugh, but I didn't give a fuck.

I pulled out my pocket knife swiftly, with a speed that I didn't know I even had. I lunged forward, with both arms in front of me. When I did, I could see that my nails were sharper. Strange, but I didn't think much of it. I lodged the knife in one of the men's shoulders and he screamed out, sending his good arm towards me. He sent me into a wall, my head and face throbbing. I tasted iron, I immoderately stood and snapped my neck. The pain seemed to make me feel even more empowered!

The man who had no knife in his shoulders, stood in front of the injured man as he picked up my unconscious ex and started to run off. I let them go, this here was a real fucking fight! I dashed towards him, he swiped his leg out and tripped me. I landed straight on my face, my nose making a cracking sound, but no screams left my mouth and no tears came from my eyes. Only a demonic smirk. I snapped my nose back in place. "Miss, this can all end now. And we won't have to call authorities."

I just laughed evilly, running on the wall. I don't remember learning to do that, but whatever. I jump off the wall, swinging my legs in front me, one extended. Unsuspecting of this, he got a steel toed boot to the face. He stumbled back, holding his face in pain and whimpered a little. He reaches behind him, talking into a radio, "Back-up! We need the police!"

He runs off, and I chase him, my lust for blood to be spilled was strong. I was no longer myself, only a dark shadow of myself. But.. much better...

Sirens blare all around me as the security guard disappears behind a line of policemen with pistols pointed at me. My mother stood in front of them slightly. That fucking BITCH! Play pretend... then make sure she dies slowly... make her fucking PAY for the bullshit she made you deal with for over 18 years!

I fall to the floor on my knees, smiling evilly and hidden. My trench coat collar stands up, covering my evil grin. I hear my mom cry out and I feel her hug me. I shake a bit, pretending I was crying before I turned around quickly and sent my smaller pocket knife into her side. She gasped out, "honey... why.?"

I pulled it out and quickly sent it back into her. And then again, laughing maniacally and louder with each stab. "Fucking finally! That fucking bitch is finally fucking gone!"

I heard a faint voice say "Take the shot! Now!"

I then heard the sound of a bullet leaving a sniper rifle, the sound of glass breaking. My mom was slowly bleeding out, I turned just as a bullet flew in between my eyes straight through my brain. It hurt like a fucker.

Soon dark green wings that had black lacing each feather, shot from my back. Blood dripped from my new wound as I turned to my dying mother. I grabbed her throat and right before I ripped out her esophagus I say, "Lights out, bitch."

I throw her throat at the terrified police officers, they all run away like scared children. Fresh, warm red blood coated my finger tips. I looked down at the floor and saw myself. I was grinning evilly, red eyes stared back at me and my bloody hand was next to me. (see pic)

I flicked it off onto my mom's horrified face. "No one can stop my blood lust! Fucking no one can or will even dare try!" I then fly through the ceiling, laughing with twisted joy.