Carnival of the Wicked

The Killing Kind

Pitiful things humans are.
They're fickle.
Overly emotional.
Arrogant and Ignorant.
They over exaggerate the littlest misfortunes in their short lives, turning them into massive thing that cause them to fall to despair.
One by one.
All humans express their overwhelming emotions differently, but almost all try to drink them away. As if alcohol could truly cure a broken spirit. The liquid does nothing but numb and blur, making these pitiful creatures the perfect kind of prey for things far nastier in this world. This scenario was a basic template of easy prey. A broken family, broken lovelife, broken career, making a very broken man. Almost too easy. Adding alcohol to the mix made him an easy target for a monster disguised by a pretty face. I walked up to this young man. Tall, slender frame but muscular, long scraggly dark hair framing his chiseled features. He reeked of booze as he was slumped over the bar with seemingly his fifth beer in his hand. If it wasn't for his grumbling, I would've assumed he was already dead.
"Seems like someone's having a rough day" I chimed, sitting on the bar stool next to the shattered pieces of a man held together by about 4 glasses of scotch and rum. He slowly lifted his head up to look at me. He looked like death, a very sad death. Color was drained from him, except his eyes. A vivid neon green. Almost inhuman. Too bright to have light reflecting off of them as they seemingly glew in the dim light of this musty bar. These eyes burned through me like acid hitting my skin as he examined me, it was almost enjoyable.
He finally responded. "A very rough day." He groaned in annoyance, looking back at his drink that he had already emptied. I let out a chuckle and flagged the bartender down and bought him another drink. "You know, it's suppose to go the other way around." He said smiling faintly.
"Oh? How so?" I asked.
"I'm the one to be buying you a drink." He chuckled slightly.
"Don't like headstrong women?" I chimed curiously as the bartender brought his drink over.
"Quite the opposite my dear, I'm entranced by them" he hummed and took a swig of his beverage. "Though lately they only seem to get me into trouble"
"Well I'm a good listener if you'd like to talk about these troubles." I pried slightly, leaning closer to him to show eagerness and curiosity.
After a bit of coaxing, he spun his sad tale. Parents had a nasty divorce, pulling him every which way. School became a hassle. And the girlfriend. She demanded everything of him. Belittled him for thing he couldn't control. And in the end when she got what she wanted, dumped him and went on to his friend. And people say demons are heartless creatures.
"I'm sorry to hear about all of that." I sympathized. "I couldn't imagine doing that to anyone."
"Well then your guy must be very lucky." He chuckled.
"I don't have one. Anymore. Dumped me like trash." I said, sparing gorey details.
"Well. Misery loves company" he replied as he smiled at me. "I just realized I never introduced myself and just told you my life story." He chuckled a bit embarrassed "the name's Jackson." He said and held his hand out.
"Vev- Vex." I replied and shook his hand before he took it and kissed the top of mine. "My my, a gentleman?" I snickered
"I'm not always a drunken mess, I promise." He chuckled. "You wanna get outta here?"
I was a bit taken aback and chuckled "Now Jackson, are you really trying to take me home?"
"No. Well maybe." He chuckled and stood up "I meant maybe we could go catch a movie. Talk more." He said and smiled at me. Almost warmingly. It would be impolite to decline. I left with him that night, and did indeed simply watch a movie and talk.
This went on for weeks.
Months.
Eventually more than friendly conversations.
I wanted to wrap this up quickly but I never had the right chance. I'd grow flustered every now and then and distance myself. But he only made it worse by getting closer. Blinding me with unnecessary urges.
Though my chance came. When the girlfriend came back. I had placed myself right in the middle of it to cause the conflict I needed. She came pounding on his door while I was over, one early morning. I had staged it perfectly, knowing just what would push her buttons. To see the girl her ex started seeing almost the minute they broke up, answer his door at 9 A.M. in nothing but his shirt, surly riled her to say the least. A few words were exchanged. She was very vulgar. Nasty little bitch. I wanted to hit her the minute she opened her mouth, but if I did that I knew he wouldn't come to my defense. So I let her hit me first. Let her drag me out by my hair and hit me. Though I screamed loud and hit harder. Jackson had rushed out seeing her on top of me hitting me and cussing me out. He ripped her off of me and flung her back, coming to my aid. I sobbed just to add to the victim act. This sent him in a rage. Just what I wanted. Watching him bare his fangs was almost attractive. He screamed at her, profanities and insults, then threats if she came back. Obviously scared she ran off with her tail between her legs.
The rest of the day he spent with me. Holding me, replacing my ice packs and talking with me.
"I can't believe she did that to you. GOD! I can't even do anything about it." He growled frustrated as he was pinned in a corner with nowhere to go.
"Well" I hummed "I could get her to stay away." I said and turned to him "for good" I finished. He was obviously a bit concerned at what I meant but leaned over me and asked "you could?"
I smiled at him, cupping his chiseled jaw gently "Of course, lover. Just give me the word." I said. He was hesitant, which I had expected. A little contact obviously changed his mind. "Fine. Just... wait till you're better." That was all he asked. And I abided. I had then given him my contract. Briefly explaining what this was and what he'd give in exchange. Surprisingly he was more than willing to do so. Throw his life at the feet of a demon. It was almost concerning. Especially how even when I came back, covered in her blood, he still looked at me in a loving manner.
I don't think I'll ever understand this man.
Some humans are so twisted it almost seems alright, till you look closer.