Mistress of Darkness

In the cover of darkness my prey never sees me. They won't hear me nor will they smell me. Even in their prime of the wolves they can't see me. Those people in the white cloaks made sure of that by injecting chemicals and cells of both vampire and wolf into my cells. But now there is this one... one that I am curious about...


16. The Kill

Blood from a stranger who was camping with his son filled my mouth. The boy was passed out in a sleeping bag inside of a two man tent. Fire was still blazing next to me as the man died slowly. Pain filled his eyes and my emotions, causing me to want to stop but I couldn't. I needed blood from a real human, a live human, from the vein, not the stuff inside of the mug. A tear trickled down my cheek and onto the ground. I knew that after this I would feel guilty and not be able to face the werewolves or any little boy again.

"The scent from the rose, it was suppose to make you this way. I designed it so only a Hybrid can smell it, and only a Hybrid will be thirsty." The voice of the little boy who was sitting on my bed a half an hour ago spoke. I didn't bother to look his way because I couldn't tear myself from this mans neck. "I wanted to see you this way. More vampire than werewolf. Hybrids are supposed to hate werewolves, but okay with vampires. What makes you so different I wonder?" He went on.

Finally the blood was all gone and I dropped the man into the fire. "Why did you make me thirsty?" I asked him. The boy laughed and inside the tent I heard the other child stir inside his sleeping bag. His head poked out of the unzipped zipper and once he realized that his father was dead inside the fire, his eyes went wide and a blood curdling scream filled the night's air. My heart cringed at the sounds, because I was the cause to it.

The little boy rushed over to his burning fire and started to cry, oblivious to me and my company. "Daddy! Daddy!" The little boy kept screaming over and over. Tears rushed down, as if he was trying to put out the fire on his dad without trying to. But the flames just flickered on, threatening to harm the little boy at any moment. "Daddy!" He yelled. If only I could have called someone my daddy. If only I had someone to cry over like that.

My company walked towards me and smirked at the little boy. "My name is Jupiter if you were wondering my dear Violet. See you at the midnight diner." He spoke then changed into a bat and flew away into the nights air. The little boy now realized me and stood up in a furry.

"You did this! You hurt my daddy! You will pay for this you devil!" He yelled at me. My heart panged more and I let go of my tears. I nodded and dropped the blood coloured ring I bought today at the store. A gift for this little boy, to remember to kill me when he gets older. Because at the rate I am going, I am going to deserve to die in a horrid way. Running off towards the house I am supposed to be caged in now, I left the boy crying for his dead father to wake up.

No one was in my room when I got back. But the rose was gone off my bed and possibly thrown out. It's absents reminded me of the sin I just committed. I let myself go now, crying in a hysterical way, heaving on all fours and puking up the blood I just drank. The world was gone from me and all I could think about was the little boy screaming for his daddy, for my death. When Carlos came in I never noticed until I was done puking and fighting for control of the tears.

Carlos was just standing in the door way with a sad expression. Most likely disappointed in me for killing someone. Because I am just a filthy Hybrid, not even, I am a murderous, hideous lab rat. "You killed someone didn't you." He spoke, not even questioning. It was just a statement. I nodded and stood up. "I use to, to you know. And after every kill I would do what you just done. Then one day I met Ciel. He helped me not kill anyone anymore, he was there for me. Ciel has a gift you know. To make someone feel a certain way, and to convince someone to do something he wants them to." He spoke. After that he just left and closed my door.

"Thank you." I whispered towards the closed door. Carlos might be rough and hard to stand, but deep down, I knew he had a soft heart.

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