The wind caressed her cheek, while whispering in her ear that everything was going to be alright. The screams still echoed in her head, the knife plunging into her mother's chest was flashing in her mind, no way out. She couldn't understand why it wouldn't stop. She couldn't grasp the fact that yesterday, was her last day of being normal. Her last day of being a girl- not a monster. The blood still stained her hands, after countless times of being washed. Like Lady Macbeth herself, she was screaming for her hands to be clean. With every scream, she lost a piece of her sanity. With every salt flavoured tear that fell to the corner of her mouth, she lost a piece of her humanity.
She woke with a start, her heart drumming against her chest. She looked around, only to find that the knife was still lodged beneath her mother's ribs. In the dim light of the morning, a single tear stain could be seen on her face, where she had been pleading for her life. The ashes of the cigarette that was hanging from her mouth illuminous in the growing light of day.
Nothing could save her now-she was too far gone. Too far into the process of becoming the worst predator in the world. A killer. A natural born killer. 13 years had passed, and all throughout those 13 years, she had been plotting and scheming. Methods of torture whizzing about her young mind, but alas, it was too late.
Her eyes were blazing red and her hair, wet with sweat, separated and became a curtain of death revealing the murderous nature of her complexion. Nostrils flaring and her eyes growing ever bigger, it was clear to her now , that the spirits had possessed her, just as they had done time and time before. They were no longer a myth to the girl who was now the victim, but a burning reality that corrupted her mind with every passing second.
Breathing heavily, she walked towards the still corpse laying on the pale stone cobbles. She slunk down and began to sing, whist running her small, muderous hands through the mass of hair that belonged to her mother, eventually entangling herself.
London Bridge is falling down, falling down,
And if it don't stop falling, then all of us will drown,
And we'll crash, crash right down again...
The lust for blood was getting harder to control and her body was alien to the commands to kill. Like a vampire's lust for its next victim, the thirst was hard to contain and this was the cause of several deaths in four days. Her desire for human flesh and blood was not something that came and went, but remained with her; in her thoughts and reflected in her eyes. A twisted smile clung to the withering frame of her face and refused to leave. She was now everyone's worst nightmare.
"Jesus! I didn't know that you were there! Are you trying to kill me?!" The school girl panted as her heart rate began to slow.
"Yes" came the monosyllabic answer from the girl with the bloodshot eyes. With that single world, it became evident that the student's life was about to end. She lunged for her neck and her cold hands were met with the warm skinned target. A firm grasp had been secured and the pulse could be felt drumming against her palms. The girl's fingers tightened around her throat and, with immediate effect, the steady beating of the girl's heart began to slow. Spluttering and screaming for release, the student begged for her life. However, nothing could stop a cold hearted murderer when the job was half done.
Kicking and screaming less and less, the innocent became the deceased and another life had been taken away by the Devil's worker. The silence listened and the darkeness watched to see what the next move would be. And the waiting stopped.
CHAPTER 2
The knife plunged into the dead girl's chest and it was dragged vertically down until it reached her stomach, a jagged split all the way down. The bloodshot eyes were no longer, and were replaced by black voids that resembled death. The smile was growing bigger and her perfect white teeth could be seen peeping through the gap where her lips parted.
A rustle in the bushes indicated that someone was there- and they had been there a while. The head, covered in white snow locks, snapped up and an evil snarl could be found upon her face. Fists clenched tightly, she pounced up, a tiger once again hunting its prey. The snarl was held, but a glint in her revealed that this hunt was going to be fun, a friday night out for a monster.
The trees swayed, assassins in the night, and the rustling continued. A growl emanated from her partled lips, making even the stars shine less bright. Stealth was all that one had in the darkness, however, people liked this one thrived in such conditions. Pouncung and gaining what was needed to survive-blood.
She crept around to the bush, no longer concentrating on the mutilatied body on the ground. In a moment of rage, she let out a roar that the shadows shyed away from and jumped over the bush. A small boy was cowering there, blood oozing from the open cut in his upper leg. Tears fell from his cheeks onto his jeans and abruptly the girl ran from him.
Never again would she feel the chill of a warm embrace and never again would teardrops stain her face. She would be forever alone in the pits of hell, fearing nothing and feeling even less. She had died whilst trying to escape the boy, a boy with no power, nothing. He had reminded her of a little brother she had once had, before her mother had killed it by her drinking obssession.
People had said that he was an angel, but Lily, the girl with no name, had never taken it literally.
