Kari's Drabbles

The Priest

  "Mommy..." Alexander poked his mother, trying to wake her up.
Lucy sat up, looking at him. "What is it dasrling?" she asked.
"Aren't we supposed to be training?" Alexander asked.
"I'm sorry if I overslept, honey." Lucy immediately felt guilty as she picked up her son. "Let's eat first, then we can train." she told him, kissing his cheek and he giggled, hugging her.

They were in an alley, since they had just taken out a gang that dared to challenge her. 'Fools." she thought to herself as she watched Alexander run ahead of her, chasing after a mouse or a cat; she couldn't tell. He turned a corner just as the animal did. Suddenly there was a scream.
"Momm-!" Alexander shrieked, but the last of the word was choked off.
"Alex?" Lucy turned the corner to see a man in a cloak drop Alexander, who was bloodied, a dagger sticking out of his chest. His eyes were blank, lifeless. "ALEX!!" Lucy screamed, eyes going wide, before setting her glare to the man in the cloak. "You killed him! You killed my son!" she growled, pounsing on the man, just as he started to chant something.
He was holding a cross and had a black collar. "A priest, huh?" Lucy bared her fangs at him, as he was pinned under her weight. "Where's your God now?" she snarled, ripping the cross out of his hands and throwing it away from him. She grabbed his throat, crushing his windpipe. She then violently ripped into him, tearing his throat out, inhaling the scent of fresh blood.
She then pried open his chest, ignoring his screams of pain and agony, crushing his heart, watching the blood pour from his body, making sure to break his bones, even though he was more than dead. Lucy reached into his chest, pulling out a small ball of light.
"You don't even deserve Hell." she hissed, ripping the ball in half, then in quarters, until there wasn't a single piece of the ball of light left. She was covered in his man's blood, but she didn't seem to notice, or care. She went over to Alexander's body, gently putting him in her lap, pulling the dagger out of his chest. She pushed some hair out of his face, burying hers in his neck, her eyes burning as blood tears ran down her face, making her cheeks hot and sticky.
"My baby..." she sobbed. "My beatiful baby boy..." she cried, rocking back and forth, holding her son's dead body. "A-Alex..." she shook with tears, repeating over and over "My baby....my precious boy..."