-Raven-
It was not hard for me to find the bitch... It only took me two tries. Her, Keegan, and I were the only ones within a fifty mile radius who still had a semi-fresh scent of Keegan on our skin. First, I went to the Riff, the place reeked of her but she was nowhere to be found. Second, my nose took me to a pretty nice apartment building. It did not take me long to stand outside of her front door. Inside, I heard a conversation. There were two voices: a male and a female.
"...told him that it was his and he didn't want anything to do with us and I got the abortion. He has a girlfriend, now... she's about this tall with brown skin, long black hair, and brown eyes. So I figure if he can't be happy with me, he won't be happy at all," I heard her say.
"So, is it the both of them or just him?" the male voice asked.
"Just him, but if she's there or if she tries to get in the way, her too," she said.
"That's gonna cost you, Jen. I can't put myself out there for cheap, you know?" he said, sighing.
"How much, Russ? I don't have much more free money," she said, sounding a bit down.
"Oh no, Jen... I have something better in mind," he said.
"Russ! I can't do that until I finish bleeding!" she exclaimed.
"Well, what can you do for me?" he asked.
I heard fumbling and after a few seconds, I heard slurping and groans. This was one cruel and nasty bitch! First, she murdered Keegan's child and now she's putting a fucking hit out on him! My hunger had me on edge and I had no idea how much longer I could keep myself from acting on it.
Soon, it sounded like 'Russ' nearing his peak. The room was filled with his loud groans... disgusting. After awhile, they ended their 'meeting' and said their goodbyes. I heard footsteps approaching the door and I pressed myself against the wall, removing myself from sight.
Russ was a tall, black guy with a labret piercing. As soon as the door closed behind him, I swiftly attacked, covering his mouth with my hand and breaking his neck. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. I quickly collected his body and disposed of it in a janitor's closet. Sure, I could have drank from him but I was saving it all for 'Blondie'.
Within seconds, the idiot girl stuck her head outside her door and looked around. When she saw nothing, she exited her apartment to inspect her hall more thoroughly. She left the door open like the dumb victim in a classic horror movie. I almost walked inside at human speed, this was going to be fun. She returned to her apartment and shrugged her shoulders. She locked her door and slid the chain in place. When she turned around, I was behind her.
She let out a squeal when she saw me. Soon, she collected herself. "What the fuck are you doing in my house, Bitch?" she said looking at me as if she wanted to challenge me.
"Well, you broke the man I love, so I decided that I was going to break you to even the score," I replied cooly.
"Why don't you just stay the fuck out of shit that has nothing to do with you, Sweetheart?" she said with a smirk.
"From what I heard between you and 'Russ' earlier, this has everything to with me, you homicidal bitch! Killing his fucking child was not enough for you? You had to go out and hire someone to kill him, too?" I asked, watching her jaw drop.
"What the fuck were you doing, spying on me? You know too much, Honey, I'm gonna have to kill you myself," she said, pulling a knife from a drawer. I could not contain the joy that I was feeling right now... I had not had a good, old-fashioned brawl since, well, ever. However,I knew the fun could not last, I was starving.
She charged at me with a shriek, but I was too fast for her. I simply stepped to the side and she ran past me. This happened a few more times before she got tired.
"Are you finished playing games, yet?" I asked, laughing.
"Who the fuck's playing, Cunt? You're the one that keeps avoiding me," she said, staring daggers at me.
"Would you like this to end quickly, Doll? I was trying to give you a chance," I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Let's fucking settle this," she said, switching the knife to the other hand and charging at me again.
This time, I stepped aside again and I tripped her. She fell landing on the knife. She was still alive, in lots of pain, but still alive. Her blood was not on my hands. This death was an accident. I walked over to her body and used my foot to roll her on her back. I sat beside her and looked down at her face, her wide, scared green eyes, the sweat beading on her forehead, the blood pooling in her mouth, and her ragged breathing. She was suffering, just as Keegan was suffering and I was loving every minute of it.
"Did your mother not teach you that it was unsafe to run with sharp objects?" I asked with a smirk. The hunger was now unbearable, I extended my fangs.
Her eyes widened again and her voice was almost a whisper: "What the fuck are you?" she asked as I enclosed her jugular in my mouth. I did not have to drink for long before she was gone. I stood up and looked down at her lifeless body. I fought the near irresistible urge to spit on her only because that was not ladylike. I looked down at myself, I was covered in her blood, it was not the first time and it would not be the last that I went home drenched in blood.
Soon, I was back in the night, on my way back to Keegan. I entered through the balcony door as usual. Keegan was still in bed, where I left him. He must have heard me come in. He turned on the light on the bedside table and looked me up and down. "What happened?" he asked with a sigh.
"She put a hit out on you, I killed the hitman, and she fell on a knife... running around with it like an idiot," I said, shrugging.
"She did what? You know what? I don't even care anymore. Just take a shower, change clothes, and come to bed," he said wearily.
I did just that. It was near dawn and I was getting exhausted! For the first time, we slept together, with no worries about tomorrow. I knew at that moment, that I would do anything for him and he would do the same for me.
