*Seraphina* 8

I haven't even had a chance to get on here in months. I'm sorry that I've been this long, and I doubt that you'll still want the story, but I read the comments from the note I submitted and decided that if you guys wanted me to keep writing, then I'd keep it coming. Here's chapter eight, and I'll keep 'em coming! Thanks for reading :)
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"This is the last time I’m asking you, WHERE. ARE. WE. GOING?" I shouted. Kaiden gave me a pouty look as he twisted around a turn in the road.

"I already told you. We’re going home." Kaiden stated. I could’ve strangled him. Quite literally until his heart stopped. But I still needed his help. Damn it. I sighed angrily. I would have to play his game.

"Where is ‘home’? California, right?" I asked in a more normal tone. He glanced over…he was hiding something. I could tell as easily as if he had told me himself, even without the obviousness of it showing clearly on his face. It was the senses.

"Well we’re clear across the country right now. New York is a really long way away from California, the drive takes forever-" He began.

"Unless you go by sky" I mumbled under my breath. It was annoying to have to walk everywhere with him. And to have to walk slow enough for him to keep up. And to sit in a car. My neck was bent at an odd angle just so that I’d fit! Ugh. Having the whelp follow me around was quite tiresome. I looked forward to the time where I could afford to leave him on his ass whenever I wanted.

"What?" He asked. I sighed. I also hated having to speak at the volume of a human to be heard. What I really wanted to do was kill him. Preferably slowly. And then I’d snap his neck after and slice a deep gash in his throat or arm with my left canine. Then I’d push my strong lips into the cut where his soft skin parted, and I’d pry the whole larger with my lips. And then I wouldn’t do anything but allow the still hot, jolting blood to roar out of him and into me. And I would feel the power…The beauty of being so powerful. He would be dead and his body rendered helpless for my meal, I would be in utter control. Dominance. I am the dominant race. I will dominate. My mind was hissing. Up till now I had managed to mostly maintain the attitude and behaviors of a just some irritable and unhappy human. But my true nature was pushing the seams of my disguise, threatening to break through and show this race my motives, my passionate rage, and my sadistic edge. It was twisting all inside of me, ready to explode. But I was good at concealing my feelings and who I was. All this passing in my head and still I knew that no signs of my struggle were showing on my face.

The real problem, I knew, was that I hadn’t killed in so long. I hadn’t gotten a spare second to feed on any humans, to absorb there life to make me feel power. I hadn’t been able to even kill an opponent either, because in this waste land of buildings and paved streets, my kind did not roam. The sickening smell of these two legged animals bathing in there own sweat, the grating sound of them garbling meaningless words to each other constantly, the nauseating taste of chemicals spreading through the air, the endless stretching of the ugly places they had combed the earth over with, the heavyness of the air on your skin that was thick with their breaths weighing down even the lightest thing in their disgusting world.

It was the sense of the humans so oblivious to the world, to each other, to anything higher, their heads stuffed with thoughts of themselves and their lives. To them…the other billions of people in the world didn’t even exist. Everything was exclusive and detailed to their lives. They didn’t see that they were parasites, sickly looking clones weaving in and out of the earth, spreading like a disease. A disease of the weak, but it was one that would eventually be big enough to destroy their own, killing themselves off like cannibles, desimating their home and the world they were forced to share. I shivered. Mankind.

Beside me Kaiden kept eying me strangely, I suppose because I still hadn’t answered. But I did not answer to human whelps. I would not continue to let myself be put through this humiliation. They were dirt. Dirt. That’s all they were to begin with and that’s all they’ll ever be. From the earth to the earth, taken and returned. I consciously wiped my shoes across the floorboard, giving them back all that they were. I didn’t want any of it to taint me like them…It was a gut churning feeling, knowing you were trapped. And I was. All I wanted to do at that moment was kill my way out of it, execute everything that got in my way, and slip back into the kingdom. I hadn’t killed anything in days and the animal instincts were pulling at me. If I didn’t feed soon, satisfy this rough desperate need for life energy, I knew that I would make some very unwise decisions.

I glanced at Kaiden, my eyes dead. How had I ever felt something for a human? A human boy. So stupid and ignorant. I could feel his thoughts in his eyes, and if I pushed on his eyes with mine, I could feel more. And by his expression it was obvious that he knew I wasn’t listening. He was examining my expression, trying to see through my mask. But he was a human and he couldn’t, there was no way that he could.

I looked at him…I could practically see the helpless look he’d give me while I was killing him…could see the blood smeared over his cheek, leaking from his nose and gatering around his tearducts. He would look at me like ‘how could you Akemi?’ and then he’d sob and I would look at him on the inside, weak and pathetic, a complete picture of vulnerability. And I would use that vulnerability against him. I would twist it until everything he had once been capable of was lying on the floor around him, confined within liquid scarlet. My longing for that horror stricken panic in his eyes, for him to see I was not Akemi anymore, to take in his blood and feel it strengthen me, build me until I could laugh at everything he was. Build me until I could feel again.

The pulsing in him, the beating that I could hear…It called to me. I could be real again, if I take in his essence of life, I would be real again for a few moments…Blood was spewing from a gash on his cheek…gurgling up from his mouth, dripping out of his ears…In front of me he was slowly morphing into the perfect scene, eyes wide, blood everywhere, terrified and in pain and in anguish. I would torture him until he was in so much pain, I would feed and stop, pull his life out of him but leave just enough for him to feel and hurt and want to be whole. Like I do. But no, I’d wait till he was in complete consuming pain and horror and sadness, broken beyond help, and then I’d rest my knees on his shoulders to hold him still and place my hands on either side of his head. And I would stare into his eyes and let him see I was alive now and could save him now. And I would twist, once quick and silence his heart. And he would feel for just an instant, that total relief and gratitude, a love for whoever or whatever had saved him. And I would feel him slip out of himself and he would see me as different, as perfect, and he would be dead, and I would finish my meal and-

AND WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I gaped at my own thoughts. Why would I ever want to have him see me as perfect!? I didn’t even care about him! And I never killed anything quickly and painlessly! I made them suffer slowly all the way to the end, to savor there life force. No mercy. No compassion. No purpose. No breaking their necks to end their pain. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? I thought frantically. I still wanted to kill the boy. I blinked several times and his bleeding scared face transformed back into a healthy oblivious face that seemed curious as to what I was thinking. You don’t wanna know, I thought to myself.

I glared at him, allowing him to feel my wrath. Let him feel it. Let his heart burn. After all, he used to love ‘me’ right? So let him feel utterly broken. My face grew dark, I could feel the hate seeping into my eyes. I turned them on him, slightly letting my upper lip rise to reveal the canines. Waiting. I pushed a thought into his head with my eyes. She’s just waiting to kill you. I slipped it through his eyes, into his head. I knew he was thinking it, without meaning to, because I had put it there. He shrunk away from me and quickly looked back at the road. I heart him swallowing the lump in his throat, and I could hear his heartbeat quicken. The quickening made mine quicken, like I was going in for a kill. My eyes widened in anticipation and out of instinct my lips curled back all the way. O.K, that’s enough. Time to stop.

I swung the door open and Kaiden swerved. I ignored him and slipped out of the moving vehicle like it was still, landing gracefully on my feet. I turned in the direction of the gas station I’d seen about half a mile back. I took a deep breath and rolled my neck, glad to be out of the car. I could hear the car tires skidding as he tried screeched to a stop. Maybe if I’m lucky he’ll run into a tree and die. I think for a moment. Then a grin comes to my mouth, Na I’d rather be the one to wipe that smug smile off his demented little human face. I decided to jog to save time. After a few seconds, I found myself in front of the station.

I sauntered in. There was a teenage guy at the counter, he smelled about fifteen. It was perfect, I wouldn’t even have to use force (physical or mental). Yeah, I could play with this one. It always makes the kill more fun. Actually, though it isn’t a very good example, we enjoy doing similar to cats. Play with our food a while. It’s very entertaining sometimes. And I was in the mood for entertainment.

The kid was about six foot one, pretty tall for his age. His face was sharp and angular, and he had large (bored) anime eyes. He was all length, no muscle, and his dust brown hair was a little frizzy. I moved my body perfectly and slid up to the counter. He’d been watching the floor and now his eyes traveled up my body, taking it in. Even in these clothes, there was something sexy about me. I knew it too, even though I was playing dumb. Curves were popular in the human world, however even though we didn’t have extreme curves there was something unexplainably hot about our bodies. His big eyes sparked and he looked at my face. He melted in front of me, just like I expected.

"Hi, I was wondering if you’d, um, help me with something out back?" I asked innocently, making my voice a little more human and unaware. But even though I controlled my voice to sound like I wasn’t asking for anything except some help, I put a little bit of a suggestion in my eyes. I parted my lips and licked them as if I was nervous, and then forced my eyes to trail down his body once as though I couldn’t help it. His heart was hammering crazily and he blushed deep red. His body was tense. ALL of it was tensed.

"Uh, um, y-yeah sure." He walked out from behind the counter and I let him lead me outside (giving him the illusion of free will) while the rest of the customers were left standing at the counter. Behind the building he paused, confused about what was going on. He turned around and I stared at him, pondering how to make this more interesting. I could feel him drinking me in. He became more noticeably turned on and blushed deeper, trying to move so that he wouldn’t be so obvious. This was my opening.

"I’m sorry. I just…I saw you and wanted to get you alone. You just…looked like a good victim." I make my voice kind of raw, a little husky. I wouldn’t have much time to play, I knew Kaiden would be here sooner or later. But it was just so fun to confuse them. He tried to swallow to say something, but he couldn’t speak. It was times like these I could read direct thoughts best. I opened my senses to let my mind see one. He was wanting, desperately, to reach out and run a hand down my body. But at the same time, he knew that he was somehow in danger. I stepped towards him, making his breathing catch.

"It’s O.K." I whispered, "You can." I told him, even though he really couldn’t. I took another step towards him. His back was against the back of the building and his eyes just kept helplessly traveling my body. His hand, even though he was telling it not to, lifted up and reached out to touch my side. I stepped forward, catching his arm in my hand. His mouth parted, raw desire coursing through him. I held back a sarcastic laugh. Then I let the cold laugh out. I could feel fear clear too, especially at how strong I was. I lifted one hand up and put it along the left side of his face with a heavy look on my face. I put my other hand firmly on his right shoulder. He was pulsing, tight and in pain. I grinned, in spite of myself. I leaned down toward his ear and he shivered. Then I took my hands away, leaned back and told him softly, "You can run." He bit his lip and gazed towards the trees close by. I could tell he knew he might need to take the escape, and he even took an unsure half step forward, but then he hesitated.

He looked back at me, seeming in battle with himself. I leaned toward him and he swayed towards me. "You SHOULD run." I let him know. He didn’t move. I put my hands back on his face and shoulder, allowing them to be aggressive. He didn’t seem to care. I leaned down to him, my body brushed him and I could feel his pain and want, then I let my mouth go to the tender skin just under side of the jaw, between two strong tendons, where the blood was pushing fastest and most accessible. The hand on his face twisted over his mouth, cutting off the grunts of protest. My other hand held his shoulder away so that his skin was pulled tight, and I felt his panic bottling inside of him. The terror gripping him and his muffled shouts against my fingers. I sighed, letting myself savor the moment. Then I growled and drank.