Oh, Bite me !

chapter 1

Chapter 1 

" Heya buddy " I whispered into my new 'friends' ear. " Don't cry ..." I whispered. Wiping my knife over their cheeks and picking up the clear, icy droplets. Licking it clean, I moaned delighted at the salty delicacy that warmed me inside. " Tears taste beautiful. . . Just like you" 

They murmured beneath their gag, I tilted my head at then, cutting it off, along with their ear. She screamed, while my head clicked sideways, almost robotic. It seemed to freak them out, I should try that out more... I giggled again. " You'll have to listen carefully now wont you " I winked, recognising where my head had got it's sudden inspiration from. Reservoir Dogs, fabulous film, love it. Oh but she doesn't seem too. 

" You seemed to want to say something, now your just screaming. Usually I love tortured screams. But you. Are incredibly annoying..." Her voice cracked and she whimpered, shaking her head, man, that barbie blond hair annoys me.  " Don't whimper or I will consider shoving my hand down your throat just to block the sound! "

Jesus this bitch is annoying, I should just finish with her now.  This is why children and guys are more fun, bitches scream like they're dying when their... Oh wait! They are. 

I laughed again, looking mercilessly at them. Going over to my assortment of blades. Hmm, hooks, daggers, swords... Chainsaws ... I stared in awe... Why, why do you make so much mess? Why do you have to be so tempting but so troublesome... 

Looking away with a sad feeling sore in my stomach, I whimpered myself and walked over to my blue box, taking out a short dagger. I scratched a cross on my cheek, opening the recent wounds I'd had there. No chainsaws! I hissed at the feeling. Silver, I hate, it stings. Too pure. 

Stirring sounded above me, making me worry, I spun and threw my dagger into her skull and she stopped struggling. Oh for gods sake, I only wanted a midnight snack. I heard my father trample down the stairs. I rushed for the chainsaw. 

It whirred and roared, angry at it's neglect and not being used for so long. Thrusting it inside her chest, blood splattered around the room and over my face. Crushing through her ribs, coating my clothes with the splatters. 

I saw the glow jump out and flinched, being knocked backwards into my father. Who growled and caught me by the collar. Staring away from him and down at the floor, I pouted, slightly fearful. 

" Take a shower, and go to bed. Now "

Usually he'd ignore the fact that I'd been soul hunting, but I have a feeling that my father was already in a bad mood. " open the door " His voice was deeper than usual more or less a grunt or growl, making my assumption correct. 

I reluctantly obliged, unlocking it and being forcefully knocked back,  I pouted, annoyed with his forceful approach, he never usually minds. . . " I told you to stop with the torture "  I stared down at the floor, scared to look at him, not that it's anything new. He wasn't exactly the prettiest sight. I wish he hadn't of found out though.

" I told you to stop thinking about that too, it was your mothers fault." 

Yeah, because that's your answer to everything, it was my mums fault, the woman I didn't even know who died because she did, and is horrible because she was, and blah blah blah.

Same story. Different reasons.

The door closed itself, I locked it up again, I'm surprised he didn't complain about what I thought about just then, grumpy sod doesn't usually let anything go. Never one thing, but at least now, I can shower in piece.

My hair was clumped together, in a bloody, matted mess, and it was gross as hell. To get rid of it all, I had to shampoo it four god damn times and even then, it was died from the colour, hence why I've given up on trying to have normal brown hair, it always ends up with Red smothering the most of it. This would not pass for red tips, there was a huge brown faded section in between where the colour's mixed together in past situations. Overall, it was okay, but now there was too much and to bright red at the ends, climbing up higher than it should.