Finger Painting

Chapter 29: July 19th, 2016

I am finishing this book before November.

Warning: Blood

unedited

Lotus Blood - Age 18

Shifting in my seat for the third time in the last ten minutes I moaned about the long ride, "how many more minutes?" Blaine chuckled and rolled his eyes, dipping his gaze from the road to look at how long the GPS predicted.

"An hour and thirty more minutes," I let out a sound of anguish, and Blaine shook his head at my childish behavior, "I told you to take a nap, silly girl," muttering curses under my breath, I got in a somewhat comfortable position and nodded off to sleep.

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Batting my eyes sleepily, I sat up straighter in my seat and looked at Blaine who was softly humming to a song I didn't recognize at all, "morning sleepyhead," my boyfriend acknowledged me and his coffee-bean eyes sparkled with amusement. Blushing, I stared at the three hickeys dotting Blaine's neck down to his collarbone, reaching out slowly, I toyed with his bruised skin and brushed my fingertips over the bruises made by my lips just last night.

"Keep it up and there will be a repeat of last night," Blaine shot me a suggestive smile and I tried to resist my blush but I felt like my cheeks had burst into flames from the amount of embarrassment I felt. "I'm kidding baby, besides, if we pull over to do anything we'll miss our concert," another fierce blush bloomed on my cheeks, and I remained generally silent until we bypassed the long line to get inside and sat in our seats.

I hadn't noticed before but Blaine got us VIP seats, I'm not sure with what fucking money but I would ask him later so I could at least pay back some of it, if not my whole ticket.

Unfortunately, we didn't make it late enough to skip the opening act. Granted, the guy on stage was almost done with his songs but the crowd was not having it, rolling my eyes, I patted the knife at my hip. For some reason, there wasn't a metal detector at the door that we entered through which I was grateful for - my whole plan was riding on the shoulders of my knife.

"I'll be back," I kissed Blaine while he had his eyes glued to his phone, the guy on stage was very unentertaining for more people than just my boyfriend - several people had their phones out and were texting or doing some other activity that didn't involve watching the guy, Daniel, perform.

"Hey, could you do me a favor?" I halted a girl in her tracks, she looked to be about the same age as me and I handed her fifty dollars - her eyes widened and I mumbled, "can you get him away from that door?" Pointing at the security guard, I watched her eyes narrow and she snapped the gum she chewed.

"If you do somethin' illegal you'd better not put it on me,"

"Not anything illegal, so do as I say or I'll take the fifty back," she flipped her dark hair and nodded before walking over the security guard, her hips swaying.

"Excuse me, Miss," The security guard stopped her, "you can't go in there," she looked past him into the backstage and feigned confusion, as he smiled warmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I was looking for the bathrooms," I grinned as she had an engaging conversation with the security guard and lured him far enough away from the doors so that I could slink in behind his back.

Locked.

Sipping the lockpick from my bra, I pick the locked of the door as quickly as I could because my bubble-gum-chewing friend was running out of things to talk about. Her eyes widened when I still hadn't picked the lock but a stroke of luck struck right today because the door swung open just as they were finishing up and I was in.

Winking at my friend, she did what she had to do and walked away - pulling out the fifty I gave her with an obvious smile on her face.

Too easy.

(A.N. this is so unrealistic I'm sorry)

Most of the backstage crew didn't notice me with all the hustle and bustle because Daniel was just finishing up his dumb song. His voice really was that bad, meanwhile, I located his dressing room and found it to be unlocked, guess I'll just wait inside. Pushing open the door with my shoulder I was able to slip inside and stand in anticipation.

I really had nothing against the guy.

All I needed was the thrill.

Bliss.

I didn't sit on any of the couches in the room, I didn't want to leave any trace of myself here. There were two large tables that had makeup and lots of - what I assumed - were Daniel's personal belongings. It wouldn't be long before he came back into this room and I played with him a bit before killing him all before getting back into the audience to watch Adele perform.

Where r u?

My phone lit up with a text from Blaine, and I shot him one back to ease confusion.

Bathroom lines r long ill b back soon xx

My ears perked up when I heard the footfalls of someone walking near the room I was in - I slipped my phone into my purse and stood near the door. Daniel somberly walked inside and he squeaked when he saw me, my knife was already at his neck and I motioned for him to close the door.

As he did, I forced him to the floor, "is it soundproof?" I whispered, "don't lie." It was safe to say Daniel was terrified of me, his body was shaking and I could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he kneeled, seemingly paralyzed, on the carpeted floor. "Answer me," I growled in his ear, he flinched and nodded before swallowing and opening his mouth.

"It's soundproof," he confirmed, attempting to look defiantly into my eyes and challenge me.

Stupid.

"Wonderful," running the knife along his jaw and he winced when I worked it near his adam's apple, I would feel the waves of worry radiating off him and I grinned. "Scared?" I asked innocently, he nodded carefully - my knife would pierce his skin with one slip of the wrist.

"Can I have the keys to the backstage?"

Daniel pointed to the dressing table, "go get it," I growled following him at knife-point as he fumbled around his bags until he produced a set of keys, "take off the backstage one." My knife was at the back of his neck and he handed me the backstage key so I could slip it in my bra and use it later.

"Are - are you going to kill me?"

I didn't answer him.

I was careful to avoid his collapsing body and I left the room - wearing gloves that I had stashed in my pockets to open the dressing room door and slink out of the backstage doors. The bloody knife went in my waistband and I ignored the fresh blood soaking my black jeans - the key was back in my bra and the gloves in my pockets as I walked back to the audience where Adele was one fourth through her first song of the night, Rolling in The Deep.

"There you are," Blaine mumbled kissing me on the lips as I took my seat and I smiled as I turned to enjoy the calming feelings of Adele's voice. Daniel would be on the news the next day but I hadn't touched anything of his with my hands except the key that was now in my possession.

Calm.

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sowwy i am gone for so long

only a couple chapters left before its done :D