Mephisto's Precious Black Beauty (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Twenty Five ~Nighty Night, And Fare Well, Butterfly~

~Violence's Pov~

"No...no please!! Miss please t-this isn't right!" The girl waled. She dug her nails in my back deep into my skin leaving deep cuts. I sighed and ignored her cries. This was getting to be very annoying. Why this girl anyway? I could have picked any other small girl, but no it just had to be this...nuisance of a child. Very disobedient I say. Could learn a few manners as well...

"N'awww, ya scared? Well good. Cause I'm not even finished with you yet. Now pipe down would you? I can't take another second of your voice. It's too damn loud for my taste, Tch." I hissed. I was about ready to just crack her skull open. I hate children. Always have, and always will. It was times like this that always reminded me of that.

The wind had started to pick up, as I walked down the dirt road. I could almost hear the whispers of the dead singing in my ears. Though, they know better then to chatter in my presence. The clicking of my boots scared them off quite easily, however there were still those who lingered. Those who dared to take even a moment to even think of looking me in the eye. Skeptical little ghosts they were. I applause them truly.

I come along an old house up on a hill. By the looks of it, it must be from the late 17th century. The house rattled as the wind blew. Boards were upon the Windows.