I find myself enthralled by the red drops blooming in the white tiled bathroom, a hand pressed against the mirror, the other resting over Yuki's Edge.
I do not remember the moment when this started, but here I am a spectator, passive, in trance. My reflection is no longer my own, Yuki, the real Yuki, has her fingers pressed against mine, her smile does not reach her eyes, flat. Her teeth, sharp, her red claws hooked under my finger nails. I guess it started when I saw her eyes in the chopping knife. Her thirst for blood after tasting my own, now, she wants to be free.
And I feel my blood cascading, slowly yet steadily into the white tiles and the basing. I can feel her crossing over, I do not think I can feel terror anymore. The metallic taste in my mouth, the certainty of knowing myself gone.
Frozen, my skin seems paler, flawless. I observe how she is wearing my face as a mask, her shark eyes no longer appealing, predator in control. My energy seems to fade and with it my consciousness.
Black.
Everything feels wet, and sharp. Pungent kitchen smell replaced with feces and fear. And I open my eyes, that are no longer my own, and I feel myself go through the Chef's throat, and I taste cartilage and flesh and taste his blood.
With horror I taste everyone's blood in the kitchen and the restaurant, until I see her eyes , staring from my face, as she licks the blade where I am trapped.
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I was inspired by the legend of Yuki-Onna.
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Bloodthirsty - Completed
General FictionLiz dreams with becoming a chef. Her knife game needs some sharpening... and she finds the perfect tool to do so. This is a short story :)
