She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Meeting A Demise

Camila

I smile wickedly, trailing my hands down onto the hem of her shirt. "I knew you'd come around. Can I please do another kill before-," she looks down and I pout.

She shakes her head, moving my hand away. "No, baby girl. Though we should get to bed. We haven't slept yet."

I sigh and nod, going up the stairs.

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Dinah can't fucking stop me!

I lust for the feeling of warm blood on my face and hands. The coppery though sweet taste of my victim's blood. The feeling of my knife plunging into their bodies.

I'm feeling it all now, moaning softly and biting my lip as the boy gurgles on his own blood, brown eyes wide and dulling. I lick the thick stripe of redness that was on his jawline, humming at the taste. Mmm.

Hot wetness covers my face and white button up I'm wearing. I throw my head back, chuckling evilly. I raise my knife, driving it into him with a sick noise. I sigh, looking down as his pupils blow out.

I grip his jaw, planting a kiss on his still warm lips and licking mine. "You were always nice to me, Shawn, but I just wanted to taste you." I bite his bottom lip, drawing it back, "You quenched my thirst...for now."

I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I run a drenched hand through my hair and let out a puff of air.

With a smile, I leave out of his room, passing the bodies of his parents. Dad, who was asleep, in his chair and Mom by the front door. I go around to the back door, grabbing a banana from the table and heading out.

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I enter through the front door, closing it before quietly taking off my shoes. "Camila?" Dinah'svoice calls from upstairs. I freeze, hiding Kindness behind me. She descends the steps, looking at me with a stern look, "Karla Camila," she starts.

I bow my head, mumbling, "Sorry, Daddy." When I lift my head back up, she's glaring me down, causing a shiver to go down my spine.

"Come here," she demands. God, take me now. I start to get closer, but she stops me. "Drop it," I hesitate before letting my knife clatter on the floor.

She crooks her finger, but I'm too scared to get closer. She comes to me, studying my appearance carefully. She squints with a light scoff, "What am I gonna do with you?"

I avert my gaze downward, only for her to lift my chin, looking at me with a dominance that makes me weak. "Go wash. Now." I obey without another word, going upstairs to her bedroom and stripped down until I was fully nude.

I turn on the hot water, stepping into the scorching streams. A mix of water and red runs down my body and swirls into the drain. I proceed to cleanse myself, turning the water off and getting out.

I realize at last minute that I didn't have a towel, not that it really mattered anyway. I squeeze excess water from my hair over the sink, then wipe fog from the body mirror to see if I missed anything.

Just as I was about to exit, Dinah comes in, expression solemn. "After you dry off, put on what I laid out for you, then meet me downstairs." She leaves out without another word, and I chew on my bottom lip.

With a deep sigh and a hand through my damp hair, I collect my dirty clothes and emerge from the bathroom.

I set my clothes by the bathroom door, then take my towel off of the hook. The whole time I'm getting dressed, I can't help but think about what she may wanna talk about.

Slipping on her all black slippers, I pad downstairs, spotting her leaning against the wall, with a knife in her hand. I furrow my eyebrows, hitting the last step.

"Chee Chee? What-,?" "Sit down, Camila," she says sternly. I tuck my top lip between my teeth, sitting as she'd said. "The killings must stop," she says. I look down at the knife in her hand, shimmering in the light.

I look up at her, a smirk on my face, "What, you're gonna kill me?" She squints and I laugh, standing up. I take hold of her wrist, looking deep into her eyes. "Do you really want to do that?" Her breath hitches, and her expression changes.

She licks her lips and I lean up to bite the bottom. "You wanna kill me, Chee Chee?" She inhales then exhales through her nose as I stare at that confused, messed up soul. I then kiss her with soft determination, placing a hand behind her neck.

She lays a hand on my hip, so I take that as an opportunity to take the blade from her. She was so caught up in my venomous lips, she didn't even notice I did until I push into her stomach, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

Her eyes shoot open, wide as saucers. "Ca-Ca-," she sputters out, dropping to the floor, sliding off of the bloody knife.

I crouch down, taking the hand that wasn't clutching the wound and sucking in her fingers. She's panting desperately at this point, shaking a bit as I swirl my tongue over her coppery digits. "I-I didn't...I...no kill," she tries.

I giggle at her broken sentence, "Yeah, I know. You don't have the strength to kill who you love, isn't that right, baby?" I caress her cheek, bending down to kiss her lips.

"W-Why...you kill...?" I see life draining her rapidly. I grab her jaw, making her wince and whimper. Looking into her eyes, I smile raising an eyebrow.

"Didn't you listen to me when I said I was crazy?"

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