“You used to do that a lot…”he says in the same whisper tone as I’m speaking in.“Call yourself names, belittle yourself. You were once weak, that is true. Now? That’s the last thing you are.”
“Maybe not physically, but I feel like I’m mentally losing myself. What I am, what I need to be to befree.”
“What are you meant to be, Xeraphine?”
I pause, giving my answer a moment of thought before responding, “A monster.”
“I’m pretty sure you are that. You are no different than when Sydni found you… You were a monster then, and a monster now.”
I don’t knowif I’ll ever become accustomed to murder, but I’m starting to feel less and less terrible about it. Those bastards all had it coming, and I’d do it again without a fucking thought for killing Tyson’s family. They’d been the only people I could have seen callinghome.
Ty is somewhere getting high and likely punching holes in walls, but me? I’m sitting on the edge of this bridge still covered in the six men’s blood, staring down at the pitch-black waters below. This particular bridge is high enough that any Mundane would die from impact, and possibly most Dylox that didn’t heal quickly.
Like a Shifter…
My teeth grind together. “I’ll kill them all…”
I don’t hear the gentle patter of feet coming to me, but the softahemdoes capture my attention. Slowly turning my head in its direction, my top lip twitches.
Her blue eyes that are slightly illuminated by the street lights capture my attention, and I’m pretty sure she’s been crying, the red rim around the iris sort of gives it away. Blonde hair that’s slightly tussled about and arms crossed under her chest, she reminds me of a lost princess searching for her prince.
It's chilly, but I've ignored the winter nights for so long that I only feel it when I let my mind settle into the present—something I never do.
“Hi…” Her voice is soft, very gentle like a baby calf.
Unfortunately for her, she’s found a butcher. She’s pretty, and I’m kind ofhungry…
“Are you okay?” She takes a step in my direction. “Drove by and was worried you were going to jump.” The smile she gives me is genuine, the soft pink lipstick has worn, but the remnants of it lines her very thick lips.
Something tells me she would be too sweet, just by her smell of bubblegum, I feel a cavity forming. “Go away,” I say before turning away from her and looking back down at a death I wish I could have.
Footsteps continue, and of course they aren’t receding. The metal barrier I’m sitting on begins to move, and when I look back she is stupidly putting her leg over to sit as I am.
Narrowing my gaze, I watch as she wobbles, struggling to steady herself before settling an arm’s reach away. I tell myself I don’t care if she falls, but my hand—gripped around the silver bar—betrays me, already half-prepared to catch her if she tumbles forward.
“O-Oh wow, it’s uh…” She laughs tensely. “It’s pretty high.”
“No shit,” I say dryly.
She clears her throat, and I watch as her knuckles begin to turn white as she holds herself onto the railing. “Did someone hurt you?” I know the question is directed to the blood on me, but inside, it feels like she’s asking in general: “Who hurt you?”
Everyone has hurt me. That’s what I would like to say.
“No, I hurt them. Killed them, actually.” I’m hoping that scares her, but when I look at her, she’s got a… proud smile on her face.
“Nice, I’m sure they deserved it.”
She scoots slightly closer, and my eyes widen.
“My name is Sydni.”
Rolling my lips together, we just sit here for a moment in silence. She never breaks away from my stare, and I wonder if I tell her what I am, if she’ll be afraid.
“I’m a Succubus.” I’m not even sure why I tell her that. “You should go.”
The little princess doesn’t falter. “Do you want me to call you Succubus?”
“I don’t want you to call me anything.”
