Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Showing him what she was didn't help, his words made it even worse. He was so shocked, awed by seeing her that she knew she wasn't going to die that night but feared she would likely wish that she had. He just griped her hair tighter and started asking her all these questions, though, they were really all the same question, just tactlessly asked in lots of different ways. Every time she asked another vision of blood flashed behind her eyes. She hated it, she didn't want to talk about it, think about it, she didn't want anything involved with it. Still, there was nothing that she could do. He had the dagger and her by her hair. She closed her eyes, just wishing he would hurry up and kill her. Then she heard a noise. Her eyes trailed down and she saw the dagger. It took her a few seconds to process. Her eyes went back to him as began to chuckle. She couldn't believe it, he was laughing! For a moment she thought he was laughing at her an a fire filled her. She didn't like to be laughed at and without the dagger she didn't have to worry as much for her own life. The girl went back to struggling, kicking him again, this time with more force. She wasn't as strong as a vampire but certainly stronger then the child she had previously been. After the last question she couldn't just hang there quietly. Monster. she hissed. Put me down! Let me go! Get the hell out of my home, you are not welcome here! The last she had known vampires were cursed to be unable to enter a dwelling place unless invited, it seemed that curse no longer applied. When he began to walk with her it didn't take her long to realize where he was taking her. Her eyes widened and she glared at him. Hey! NO! Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!!! the girl demanded, calling him a monster and even a 'knock off.' It was rumored that the shape shifters were the first shifters, they spawned vampires and werewolves and any other were out there. When he bent over to pick up and right the bed he flipped she had the chance to get her feet on the ground. She pulled, holding her hair so not to pull it out of her head she tried to pull it from his hands but even this got her no where and to further the humiliation he sat on her bed, picked her up and sat her on his lap. She was pissed. He held her hips so she couldn't get away, a thin blush lacing her cheeks as she was forced to sit on his lap. She sat quietly now, rubbing the back of her head where he had pulled her hair. Hearing his furthered questions she didn't say anymore, she would let him wonder, let him get so mad as to finally murder her, then she could be with the rest of her kind at least. She heard what he said about being the last and that struck a cord. A tear spilled over her cheek. It did suck. She hated living alone and fearing someone would discover her and come to kill her in cruel ways. Fearing they torture her like they did the others. Momentarily distracted by memories she didn't even realize his hand was going back to her hair until it was to late. The girl let out a cry of surprise and pain as her head was forced to the side. She didn't understand why he still needed to pull her hair until he smelt her neck. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was about to do. No. No! Don't you dare! DON'T YOU DARE BI-!!! She cried out, demanding he stop this only to be cut off as his teeth pierced her neck. She shuddered from the feeling, tears falling freely from her eyes now drawn by this final humiliation. She heard him moan and almost whimpered, hands gripping her bed tightly as she prayed for it to be over soon. As her blood was drained away she grew weaker, her grip loosened. Her heard his voice but she wasn't sure how, it was like he was in her mind. The girl winced slightly when he pulled it teeth out of her neck. She thought of his voice in her head again and now he spoke to her normally she didn't understand why she did it but she opened her mouth and began to speak. I-... I was small... the girl began weakly. I was small, I had friends, human friends at the time. They didn't know what I was. When they found out they told everyone and they came for my family the next day. Tears fell from her eyes, not so much for the same now but for the sadness of the memories. sad smile decorated her face as she said her next sentence. I was so naive. My family had taken on the appearance of a family in another town. It had been perfect and I had friends but I still needed to practice my shifting. My father would teach me. He used to get mad, as a young one I was never very good. The girl laughed coldly. I was defective. My older brother told me so. He was the best of the best, he had even figured out how to hold his form through his sleep. He was talented and I was defective. Shapeshifters turn into people and only people. Animals are for the weres. Yet I was able to turn into animals. the girl paused and leaned her head back, looking up at the vampire. You should kill me. I really should be dead. I was a runt. if the massacre hadn't already begun I would have been killed for my defect.... funny how the thing that was so wrong with me ended up saving my life. She looked back down, tears still falling from her eyes as she remembered the night. He would feel her heart quicken with her breathing. She shook her head and tried to squirm off of him again. You... you want to know if I saw the massacre... no.... No. No! You don't want to know what I saw. You don't want to know what I saw! You don't want to know! I seemed like she was becoming frantic. Some things were better left in the past. Then, just when it seemed she would loose it, she curled herself the best she could, pulling her feet onto his knees and wrapping her arms around them. She sobbed into her knees. Torture... She whispered, if not for his super hearing he might not have even heard. Rape... Innocence shattered... spilled... My family... the villagers... the children... They were just children. Just children. They shouldn't have gone through that. They shouldn't have seen that... No one should have seen that. She clung to her knees, keeping her face buried in her arms My big brother... Mommy... daddy... I was so young... I'm sorry... I should be dead with you. The shifter didn't say anything after that, she just sobbed into her knees. Whatever happened that night had been horrible, she was sure he didn't want to know. She didn't even want to know.