Blood Thirsty #Wattys2024

Chapter 12 (Jasper POV)

It's been 2 hours since we got back from school. After going to the store for some groceries I had gone into my office to try doing some digging on the computer. I haven't found much about any Verda's in this decade. I crack my neck and stare at the screen blankly for a minute. I wonder about Evan and decide I need to know his lineage. He is far too foul with me for it to be a species beef. Cities like Widow Creek are under protection for all kind. We can't hunt here and we cant harm each other inside this orb. So he must know something about me that I don't know about him. That gives him a power advantage over me. Not good. As I am working on hacking into the school database Melissa calls for me downstairs. 

I make my way down the dark stone corridor to one of the spare rooms. A girl lays, or rather, pinned to the bed. Her hands and legs are tied with chain to the bed post. I smile, "What an odd waste of chains," I look at my sister, "Who is she Melissa?"

She gives me a dirty look. "How should I know, it's per your girlfriends request."

I scoff. "For the last bloody time! Freya is not my girlfriend. I would rather stuff her in a barrel of oil and drop a lit match in it than ever talk to that grimy bitch again!"

"It was a joke. You have got to learn how to chill dude. I don't know what's gotten into you since we moved back into this house but I am missing my level headed, conniving, sadistic brother.

"I am sorry Mel. What does Miss Freya want us to do with her trash?"

Melissa just looks confused, "Uh, kill it?"

I nod. I'm getting a little sick of killing people for her. I don't exactly enjoy killing innocents but I definitely prefer to kill them more than enemies. When I kill enemies, I'm doing someone, somewhere a favor. I hate doing favors. Sadly, as an assassin for the royal court I have no choice but to abide by Freya and Velma's wishes.

I dip out of the room and further down the hall to my Armory. I put my hand over the knob and focus on the mechanism inside, unlocking the key on the other side with my mind. I gaze around my large assortment of tools and weapons, settling on a simple sacrificial blade. I relock the door and head back to the bedroom. I unchain the frail girl, as she thrashes I take one of the chains and restrain her hands together. Even though she never stopped kicking, I was able to  drag her to the doorway and down the hall. I hold the dagger against her neck and push her along. I do this until we get to the door leading to the backyard balcony. She is begging and kicking harder now and I smile lightly, her fear shuts her up for the minute when I get her to the railing. 

She squirms against her bounds as I slide the knife down her throat, down her chest. I watch her eyes as I plunge the blade into her side and retract it out. She exclaims in pain and whimpers as I unwrap her chains and throw her over the edge of the balcony. She falls with nothing to cling to, flailing like a tormented ant. I leap off, landing gracefully on my feet. I know what Freya wants – the girl's heart. Being the goddess of love, any women sleeping with whoever she finds herself in bed with gets handed to me. I kill her – or him – tear their heart out, and give it to her. I crouch over the pale body, I roll her over, pushing her limbs out of the way. Taking my dagger I carve out her heart. It's odd how it still beats for a minute even after death, the brain still struggling to keep you alive. Wrapping a handkerchief around the organ I walk toward the back door and set it in the cedar wood box on the window sill. Freya would surely be by soon to retrieve her prize.

There; dirty business done. Time for cleanup. I pick up the corpse and carry it to the back area of our woods. Here my sister has instilled a grave yard of sorts. She had a collection of cannibals, reduced to only a torso and head, chained into shallow graves. I toss the creatures their fresh meat and watch as they scramble over each other, tangling arms and biting mouths, feigning for their next taste. I sit on a pile of logs and watch as they tear apart her body from the inside out; bone and all. It's odd, to think, that zombies tearing at a humans skin is like humanity in itself.

People – clawing at science, religion, at the ways of the world. Just trying to survive. Owned by their hearts, their religions, their family and friends. It's a pang in my heart to think about when I was just as stupid as they are. Falling for a women, allowing myself to rebuild a family, one that Lisa stole, just like she took my mother, and father, and Jasmine. How it's her fault that Melissa and I have never been close.

The cannibals die down; the body now demolished. I make my way inside. I shift around my house looking for my cellphone, I know there is some inconspicuous girl down to meet me right now. I had defiantly worked up an apatite and needed to feed.

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"You know Jasper, I hate you. I wish you were dead sometimes. Girls drool over you, the queen admires you, the most famous assassin ever... God, so fucking lucky and you don't even care. Do you realize how annoying it is to be living in the shadow of my little brother? "

"Mel, I don't know if you've noticed dear, but I'm already dead."

She throws her hands in the air, jumps up from the couch and points, I sit forward and sling my arm around my perched leg, moving my other side to side and pretend to be interested in what she is about to yell at me for.

"You're inconsiderate, and just plain stupid!" I tilt my head and smile, just to make her madder. "So when you get yourself killed over one little slip up I don't want to hear any of it! Plus, I have been far too nice, letting you goof off, and go play with Will, and kill people from your school, but," my smile is slowly fading, here it comes... "If you slip up again I am going to tell someone about all this, someone you don't want to know about all of your stunts."

As she sashays away I let my other leg drop, tense now. She wouldn't tell Freya, or Velma, would she? No way. 'Yes she would, you're her little brother and are currently not the nicest person to her right now.' I fit my head in my hands I stare at the black stone floor beneath my fingers. I would be screwed. Having no pride and honor for who I am could get me killed, or worse, my reputation destroyed.

Not only that but the whole reason we are here is to get revenge from our past. The only past I care about because I do truly love my sister. Although it seems to me like she doesn't realize that. Why should she when I have only been cruel to her?
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