White Rose

Chapter 7: The Demon Within

I couldn't keep running. All of a sudden my body feels as if though it's folding in pain. I set a bloody hand on the wall as I stopped to catch my breath.

I reflected back on how I had managed to give her the slip.

After receiving a severe amount of cuts from her, I had finally managed to pin her under the weight of the sword. I delivered a blow that would've disabled her, but she was just sent crashing into a sink from the force of the blow. The sword was dull with age. She received no wounds, but laughed at my only hope to fight her off...was beyond useless.

Fighting her with my bare hands was not  an option. I had to risk my life just to get close enough to her. Not even being able to touch her once I got close. She was like a strange liquid. Solid, then in a split second she wormed in evasion, the the sting of her sword would hit me. I was glad she was only toying with me, but it still took a shit on my pride.

I used some scattered debri from the ruined kitchen to aid me. Catching her off guard with a ketchup bottle, I managed to toss her into some cabinets above a counter top and slammed her through another sink.

Then I decided to head out.

And now here I am. Lost. With her laughing at my heels. The pain from earlier didn't help my case either, especially with the added injuries from Estelle.

I saw maids lined the edge of the halls, avoiding me like I was acidic to touch; their masked gaze though, was upon me with temptation. I couldn't feel my way down the halls with their hidden eyes burning into my back. I peaked over my shoulder for I couldn't shake the feeling one would strike me. Sometimes I'd see them crowd in the halls, looking my direction with eagerness in their stance. This set was a sight. I passed them, the same as I had entered, all looking the same. After I passed and would look back, their pale skins turned ash and all seemed to grow even taller. They stand and wobble as if trying to get a better look at me.

They even began to mumble in unison. I found an umbrella bin where Estelle drew her cane- sword. I selected a long black Pistol cane and quickly unscrewed it. I was successful and withdraw a thin double edged blade.

I turned to face them, finally getting tired of them mentally driving me crazy, to see one of them pressed against the wall I had scaled...licking my blood seductively. Circling it's clearly drool- soaked tongue, then pressing it on the blood and slowly licking up in pleasure.

"MINE!!" a voice screamed from behind gritted teeth.

Black blood oozed from the maid. Her body spasmed violently, riveting in pain from a blade splitting her head in two from her neck up. The body hit the floor with an unnatural thud. From behind the fountain of black blood, she stood with eyes red. Her sadistic grin letting me know she had reached another level of crazy. Her pearly white teeth had spots of the black blood on them, along with her attire and face. The other maids disappeared in an instant. No where to be seen.

"Eileen had always been a fucking handful," she stated, still locking eyes with me.

I noted she lost her original cane- sword, and now had two long daggers in her hands. The daggers seemed to be of the same cane- sword design, for the hilts were of a silver knob- handle cane.

The halls were too narrow for her to get behind me. It seemed the perfect place, but she had thought it out. She was smart. She traded her long sword for something to best me in close combat in the halls. If she wasn't skilled at evasion, maybe my sword could be useful, but that wasn't the case.

"Hmm?" she hummed, her lips forming a tight smirk. "Seems you've picked up yet another useless sword."

I dove for the bin to grab a shorter cane. Why hadn't I thought of the space when selecting a weapon!