Tell Me You Love Me

"It's Okay"

 "Fuck fuck fuck."

This is the first time I've heard her sound panicked.

"Don't you fucking die on me," she hisses, and I can see her face over mine. She genuinely looks concerned.

"It's going to be okay. Don't worry. You're going to be okay."

I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. The pain in my chest is dull. Everything feels blurry.

"It's okay," she whispers, pressing her lips to my forehead. I feel myself float into unconsciousness.

Fifteen minutes earlier...

"Please don't do this," she begs, crouching in the corner of the room. She's a young girl—maybe a year or two younger than me.

"Will you shut up?" I groan. I grab my knife off the table. Better make this quick.

I go over to the girl and look down at her. She looks up, and I can see her visibly trembling.

"Please," she begs.

"You can beg and whine all you want. I'm still going to kill you," I tell her flatly, and she whimpers.

"I'll do anything," she pleads, her blue eyes glimmering with tears.

So many have offered to do anything. But I'm not sadistic like that. I enjoy killing them because it makes her happy—but I don't take pleasure from their pain.

"You said you're doing this for her?" she asks, taking me by surprise.

"What?"

She suddenly stands. "You can have me. Have your way with me," she says, trying to pull off her clothes. With her hands tied in front of her, it's not easy.

"I'm not going to fuck you," I say, feeling disgusted that she would even think I'd do that.

"You know you want to," she says, making me scowl.

"No, I don't," I snap, pushing her against the wall. She yelps, and I press the knife to her neck. She whimpers.

"Please." She looks into my eyes, and I press the knife into her skin slightly. She winces, and I see the blood trickle down her neck.

Suddenly, I hear her voice. "Wait."

I flinch in surprise and look behind me, lowering my hand. Everything moves so fast.

The girl kicks me, making me stumble back. The knife clatters to the ground. She grabs the knife, and before I can even process what's happening, there's a searing pain in my stomach.

I scream in agony and collapse. I feel something burn within me. A rage. Something inhuman.

I can't feel my legs, but my body rises up.

The girl screams in terror. She looks delicious. I lunge forward, crashing into her and throwing her against the wall. I feel taller—larger.

She falls unconscious, and I reach for the knife.

"Stop." Her voice. I look to her. She looks...scared.

"I need to eat," I growl. My voice—I don't recognize it. I look down and nearly shriek in surprise. Where my legs used to be, I have a tail. A serpent's tail. My arms are covered in thin scales, and my nails have grown longer and sharper.

"Lamia—"

A flash as memories flood to me. My life before this. Lamia, the child killer. My own children. Being forced to devour them. Being thrown into the mortal world as Lauren. Her. What she did to me.

I'm thrown into the present. I glare at her. She steps back, sensing the danger radiating off me.

"You manipulated me," I hiss, moving over to her. She backs into the wall, but her face is one of determination. She's ready to fight me. The smoke starts up around her, and before she can do anything, I claw at her.

She ducks, and my nails tear through the wall. She tackles me, making me fall back. I slam her body with my tail, and she crashes into the wall beside us. She falls to the ground, but she rights herself quickly.

The smoke has thickened around her. As I move forward, I hear the most earth shattering scream I've ever heard in my entire life. I shriek and cover my ears, and that's when she strikes me. I'm thrown to the ground, and I'm blinded by smoke. I can't breathe. I'm choking. The smoke swirls around my neck, as if truly choking me. I feel myself return to my human form.

She comes to my side, a panicked look on her face.

"Fuck fuck fuck."

A/N

drama!!