Contorted Love (XXX)

Alastor [The Radio Demon](XXX)

Pain, that was what you where supposed to inflict upon people, not what you were supposed to be feeling!

Your entire body ached as you forced yourself up to your feet. Your head was throbbing with a tremendous headache and felt like your spinal cord was bending the wrong way. Pain shot up through your shoulder blades from your spine as you bent backwards in a failed attempt to stretch out your sore muscles. Your hair was a shaggy mess that paired perfectly with all the bumps and blood stains over your clothes and free skin.

In other words: you looked like shit.

You felt like shit.

Your vision returned to a more focused setting as you leaned back against a red brick wall of some tall complex building. You weakened body slumped and slid down the hard wall to the grey concrete below your feet. Your mouth was dry as you lapped up blood oozing out of your nose.

What had happened to you?

You vaguely remembered going for a quick cash grab and pulling out a hit on some bitch that cheated on the wrong mister and next thing you knew you were on death row. Your lethal injections were set to occur on April 1st, but that wasn't for another few months, so you couldn't be dead, right?

As your swollen eyes took in your dirty surroundings you were unlucky enough to look up at a deep burgundy red sky. High up rested a blood moon in its rightfully spot in the vast sky.
You grasped at the bricks to crawl your way back to your feet and get a better read on your surroundings. Red sky, blood moon, dirty alleyway, dried blood over you, and pain all over your body.

Dear God, no.

This was just a dream, a nightmare, it had to be. Hell wasn't real, it couldn't be.

"Well, if that's your philosophy, hot stuff, than how do you explain that cute tail and set of ears you got there?"

You snapped your head around and tensed up at the unwelcome intruder.

A short, chubby, grey skinned, goblin looking creature stood before you with a tattered white T-shirt and ripped navy jeans. He had small black beady looking sullen eyes and pointed ears that reminded you of a gremlin- without all the fur. His jeans sagged in a trashy way as he came closer with a casual pep in his step.

"Stay back. You have no idea who your messing with." your voice came out horse and cracked as if you were sickly.

"No shit, dumbass. Your a new blood and I'm starved. So just stay put and let me take a nice chunk from those beefy thighs of yours."

The gremlin-thing proceeded to take out a small dagger and advance towards you. Your killer instincts kicked in as he went to stab you in the stomach.

You gripped his wrist and twisted it to the left and back behind his head. You wrapped your arm around his neck in a death grip as he flailed to get out of your grasp. Your knee came up and kicked his elbow in the perfect spot which forced the knife to plummet to the concrete with a loud metallic clank. the sound was absurdly loud and made your ears ring- which only worsened the throbbing in your skull.

You tightened your jaw as you spoke through the pain.

"I could snap you neck right here, right now, unless you start doing things my way."

He gave a low whine as he continued to try and wiggle out of your iron grip.

"nev-ach! Your ch-choking me! Let go, I-I'll tell you anything you want!"

His pitiful pleads were enough to convince you- his tears were just the icing on the cake.
You released him from your grip by pushing him down to the concrete. You stepped hard on his hand closest the the resting knife. From under your black thigh-high leather high heel boots you watched as his grey fingers darkened from blood pressure.