I could smell the beautiful aroma that followed Sherry. I stopped inhaling through my nose and started breathing through my mouth instead. That was no help. I could taste the aroma in the air. If it was at all possible, I would cease breathing all together.
"There's a bathroom down the hall if you need it, Moira." She pointed down the hall.
"Thank you." Said I.
"Honey, you are more than welcome." Again, I prevented myself from smiling. Hopefully, she doesn't think of me to be unfriendly because of it. No matter.
"Well, I think I'll go ahead and take a nap before I pass out on your floor." She laughed at my joke.
"Okay, deary. Just let me know if you need anything" Then she was off. What a sweet woman, probably the sweetest I have ever met. Yet, the thought made my face cringe.
Quietly, I shut the door and started to undress. I neatly place the clothes on the chair and immediately dove into bed. I was so exhausted, but my mind refused to take a break. Instead, it was furiously buzzing over the horrific events that had occured. For my own sake, I ignored them, but with great difficulty.
His face kept popping into my head. Those beautiful emerald-green eyes and that angelic smile. The blood, my hands covered in His blood. My eyes began to burn with tremendous pain, and I began to weep, untill finally, I fell asleep. My slomber didn't help whatsoever. A dream took place. I was my other self.
Dead silence filled my ears. My clothes, they were soaked in blood, my hands scarlett. Cadavers piled on top of one another, severely mutitlated.
A pulse shot through my hand with a steady beat - a heart, a Human heart, thriving without its owner. I squeezed it tightly, juices oozing from unknown places, making a puddle on the ground. This was nothing more than a field full of innocent people in their own pool of blood. The only person alive - was me.
I woke with a start, feverish and sweating profusively. I whipped the blanket off, exposing my naked legs. It was as if someone threw me into a scorching fire. I was getting use to it, though, the unnatural heat my body conjured.
I got out of bed, trying to balance myself with the chair, while struggling to slip my clothes on at the same time. I really need to leave here soon, and find the nearest city. Maybe Asher can give me a ride, then I could buy a plane ticket and fly back home. I am so out of place in this country. Then again, I will never fit in because of what I am. Not like I did before I turned.
From the looks of it, it was still dark out. I turned the knob and pushed it open, then went to the kitchen to scavage for something edible. I opened the fridge and noticed that there was barely enough for the three of them. Screw it, I'll just starve. So, I sat down at the table and had a reverie of myself eating a table-full of mouth-watering food. A bit of drool sneaked out of the corner of my mouth. I need to eat something.
"Good morning." A quiet voice said. It was Sherry. She stiffled a yawn. "I hope you had a good sleep".
Talking was the last thing I wanted to do. What was the point? All I want to do is lay in bed so I can sleep and cry. But the dream. Ugh.
"You okay, Moira?"
"Huh? Oh...yes. Just fine." I said in monotone. She looked at me with curious eyes.
"Mommy." Little Jack was up.
"Go back to sleep, honey. It's too early."
"But I can't sleep" he said through sobs.
"Is that so?"
"Uh-huh. I'm scared"
She bent down to Jack's level, "What of?" She asked.
"I had a dream of a pretty lady. She was scary. She had eyes like the night sky. The scary lady killed everyone, and was holding something wet in her hand. It was red everywhere." Then he started to wail.
"No..." I gasped and completely froze.
"Did you say something?" Asked Sherry.
"No, not at all." I said through gritted teeth.
He had the same dream as I, but how the hell is that even possible? I don't even want to think about that.
Sherry sat in the chair opposite of me, with little Jack in her lap, cradling her weeping son.
I don't want to live as this Thing. And poor Jack, he had MY putrid nightmare. He'll be scarred for life, all thanks to moi.
"You look like a zombie. Would you like some coffee?" There is no way in hell that coffee would help liven me up.
Sherry waved her hand in front of my face, to make sure that I was still alive. I slightly lifted my head to acknowledge her and she shook her head and started to brew the coffee.
The day went dragging on in this manner. I had absolutely no motivation to leave whatsoever. All the energy I had once retained, evaporated. Tomorrow, I will leave whether I want to or not, I just cannot burden this family like this.
"Mommy, what's wrong with her." She would tell him quietly in his ear that I am "Sick" and to not worry. So, she thinks I am the sick one. Twisted, was more like it. She was sick, not I. I can see it through Jack's eyes. Somehow, I just knew...
"If you want to talk, I would be more than happy to listen." She wouldn't be able to handle the horrid truth of my state. I can just see her now, Sherry, running off, screaming the entire way. Actually, that's not a bad idea. It would definitly give me something to laugh at.
To bed once again, curled up tight into a ball, fighting with all my might not to cry. That's what I have been trying to prevent myself from doing all day. My body went stiff from trying so hard.
There was a light tap on the door, then it creaked open. There was no need to see who it was, because the scent of Asher swarmed into the room as soon as he cracked open the door. He did have a lovely aroma to him, but nothing I found desirable.
I felt the heat rise in him in a very obvious place, his eyes absorbing every inch of my body through weak eyes.
I felt the lower corner of the bed sink. I continued to pretend to be fast asleep. His breathing grew heavy, giving me chills down my spine; while sneakily setting his rough hand on my ankle, caressing it.
Damn bastard. Obviously, he doesn't love Sherry, or perhaps he's just bored with her. Then again, I could be wrong on both accounts.
It slid even higher, to my thigh. I can't let him get away with this, yet I lay here like a manniquin. Asher shouldn't be thinking of other women. Poor Sherry. Pity draining me for the woman, because he is to blame for everything that has wronged this family. Lingering on the thought absolutely infuriated me.
My eyes began to burn, turning raven once again. Up untill this moment, I have hid my grotesqueries from them to avoid unnesseccary questions, or to flat out not scare the living crap out of them. I chuckled inside at the idea. I was now completely exposed: no gloves, and no effort to hide my unusual teeth.
I cocked my head to look at him. His heart skipped a beat from shock, preventing him from further actions, but kept his hand idly on my thigh, squeezing it ever so lightly. Starring into my raven eyes, could he see me for what I really was? No, he did not. It was too dark for his mortal eyes, so he wouldn't be able to notice all of the other significant features of my gaunt appearance. Such a fool to walk into my precense with his pornographic thoughts. My fury grew as the seconds passed by.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, as he placed his on my waist. "You're burning up, let me cool you off." he whispered with a sadistic smile. He moved his head closer towards mine. I parted my lips, while his hand creeped up to my breast.
Then it all happened so fast. His eyes jerked wide open, my mouth filling with warm, sweet liquid. Violently, he jerked his head away, blood pouring out of his mouth, turning the bed crimson. Part of his tounge was sliced in a few places from when he pulled out, poorly clasping his hand over his mouth to prevent the blood-flow. With all of the strength that he indured, it was not enough to get away. I pushed him down chronically with such force that I dug my nails viciously into his tender flesh.
"I'm sorry!" he wept. I could barely understand the words that slipped through his lips, but I was able to decipher it.
"Shut the hell up!" I smacked him across the face, setting his jaw out of place. "Tell me what you really do when you leave this house, I want to hear you say it!" He cried on the very spot, not tough at all. Weaker than a four year old, except they have more courage out of sheer ignorance. How very pathetic. Yet, he looks more attractive when he is about to piss his pants.
"Tell me now, you bastard!" His entire body was erratically shaking. I think he might actually piss him self for real. Ha!
I dug my nails even deeper into his skin. "T-to work."
"I know a lie when I hear one." Not only hear, but I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his very veins that what was really going on. I knew that the second that layed eyes on him, that he had just come back from doing something horrible.
"I...I did something that makes me ashamed to live"
"You got that right." I sneered. He wept quietly. Not jerking around this time, but still twitching every few seconds. I squeezed the one remainding hand in his shoulder, since he wasn't answering completely.
"Alright! I'll tell you." He paused, panting, "I do favors for someone. He saved me once, and I have been in his debt ever since. He...he wanted me to bring him people. So, I did. The things he did, there are no words for. All I know that is what he did, was...inhuman."
"Inhuman? How so?"
"I'm not sure exactly, he doesn't look normal. He was abnormally pale and had teeth such as yours. Except, he was cold to the touch; and you, your skin is like that of a fierce fire. And his eyes, oh how I will never be able to forget, were srikingly metallic white" How peculiar. This person must not be human whatsoever, but, something more like Nox. Yet, I feared, it really were him, the beautiful one. It couldn't be, though. Nox is kind and is filled with love for others. He weeps for the dieing. It couldn't possibly be him. Oh well.
There was something missing from this story. I picked Asher up and pinned him to the wall, shattering his shoulder bones from the force; picture frames clattering on the floor.
"You're keeping something from me. If you want to live, you better tell me now before I accidentally do someting...unimaginable to you. " His eyes widened in terror. Blood was still oozing from his tounge.
"Okay, I didn't take them all to him. He knew and punished me severely. I took some of the women to the allies and had my way with them then..then...I killed them." I grinded my teeth in fury, letting them show, horrifying him all the more.
"I dumped their bodies far off of the coast from a boat." Tears were rolling down his cheeks. After every cruel thing he has done, he cries as if he really cares, but, it is not for the women he weeps for. Who else could it be than himself. How typical.
"Please don't kill me. My wife and Jack need me!" he pleaded. Then I heard pounding on the door.
"Asher!" Sherry yelled; trying to open the door, but failed. It was locked, thus leading her to pound with more force than before. I gave Asher a wicked crooked smile.
"I believe I am going to have fun tonight" Said I.
"No! Please, leave them alone! They never did a thing"
"You really believe that? How very ignorant of you" He seemed puzzled.
"Kill me instead" Surprising me with his bold words. Where did all of this courage come from?
"I had already intended to do so."
Asher had already lost so much blood. It's amazing that he is still conscious. I let go of him and his body made a loud thump on the floor. I walked over to the ever lasting pounding door and jerked it off of the hinges like it was nothing, then tossed it across the room.
Sherry fell forward and looked over to her husband, hastily crawling to his body. He became unconscious after I dropped him; assuming that he hit his head hard on the way down. He should be dead within the hour.
"What have you done, you bloody wretch!?" Sherry collapsed on top of his body in sobs.
"What do I care of what I've done? All that matters is what I'm about to do." She kissed his face, covering her lips in his blood; stirring my senses. She was too caught up with what I did to her husband to notice what I was.
I started cackling, showing my morbid, pearly whites, then she jerked her head in my direction and started screaming in horror all over again.
"Get away from me!"
I groaned. "Oh, how your scream hurts my ears. Please, just shut the hell up before you regret it." I asked in annoyance. Sherry continued screaming bloody murder. Seriously, she should just stop, it's not like anybody is coming to save her.
"Don't piss me off, woman." I snarled.
Slowly, I walked towards her direction and she started scampering back, trying to drag Asher's body along with her. Her face glistened from the tears she had shed, her lip trembling fiercly.
I grabbed her by the neck, "Now you've really pissed me off." Suddenly, something grabbed me by the legs.
It was Little Jack with his big puppy eyes, his face soaked from his tears; who knew that something so little could produce so much tears.
"Please...don't hurt mommy."
"I'm sorry Little Jack, but your mommy didn't listen to me."
Jack examined my face and a look of confusion spat upon his face.
"What are you?" He asked. I wasn't so sure of that myself, but what amazed me was that he wasn't scared out of his wits like his unfortunate parents.
"I'm not human little one. Now, get out. I don't want you to see this." His eyes widened in fear.
"Please, please don't hurt mommy!" He wailed.
"Leave him alone you monster!" I had completely forgotten about Sherry.
"Oh, get real now. Why are you even acting like you care for the boy. I can see right through you. You are just like your pathetic husband. He looks for a good time then kills them; you...you have no love for your own son, or perhaps, too much love." My face cringed.
My anger was getting out of control. I wanted to rip that pretty, little head of hers right off.
"I could see in your son's eyes that he fears you, I saw everything. I know what you really do around here. Since you didn't recieved any more action from your loser husband, when he started doing those homicidal whore trips, you felt lonely. Then you start messing around with your own son! You disgust me!" Just rip that pretty little head off, just rip it off. Not like she's going to miss it, I know I won't.
No, I can't. Just don't think about it, think about Jack.
"Ah, screw it!" I marched right up to her, grabbed her head by both sides of her head. She tried to pry my hands off, pleading for her pathetic life. Finally, I ripped her head off of her body, like mere rubber.
I held her head by her hair, then lifted it to kiss her forhead, tossing it on her lap turning her skirt scarlett, spitting on it. She should have seen it coming, the stupid woman.
Little Jacked hugged me, burrying his head into my legs to prevent the tears from pouring forth.
My body was shaking violently from what I had just done. Controlling myself is next to impossible, I've been able to control myself up untill now. I dropped to my knees. Run Jack, run. The words refused to spill from my lips.
"Ow, it's hot! You feel like fire." Jack whelped. My blood boiled fiercly, my body temperature rising dramatically. Damn it! Run Jack! Again, not a single sound would budge. Why won't he run!?
Deathly afraid to harm Jack, I was crying on the inside. The emotional pain was unbearable; as for the physical pain, it felt like I was tossed into a pit from hell, my flesh melting off.
Slowly, I was turning more savage than ever before.
Little Jack was still holding tightly to my legs. It didn't even phase him that I was his parents' killer.
"Ah!" I fell to the floor again, the pain torturing me. Why won't this stop?
Then I just snapped. Moira, I am no longer. I stopped shaking and composed myself, looking at the boy. We starred at eachother and, finally, his mind clicked and he started running for his life.
This is starting to get fun, all of this bloodshed. I walked out of the room in search of him.
"Jack. Sweetie. Please don't hide, you don't want to make me mad like your mommy did, now do you?" Wow, this is so much fun. "Come on sweetness. You don't need to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you." Lies. Everything I said thus far was a complete lie.
I caught his scent, kind of like homemade apple pie, leading me towards him. This is too easy.
I went into one of the rooms, Asher and Sherry's room, the sheets disheveled.
"Honey, are you in here?" A door creaked from across the bedroom, I opened it. A bathroom. I knew exactly where he is. I viciously ripped open the shower curtains, revealing Jack cowering in the corner of the tub. I grabbed him by his hair and jerked his tiny body out, yanking some hair strands out, crying in terror.
The dream I had, our dream; no point in letting it go to waste. Ater all, some dreams do come true...