Page 37 of My Dark Obsession
The fear in their eyes was delicious; I could taste it, sour and cold. Their eyes widened, their screams lodging in their throats as I gripped their necks in my now skeleton hands. Black vines slithered from my leather jacket and wrapped around their faces; my blue flamingskull-face reflected in their eyes. It would be so easy to just exhale the flames right now. So easy to coat them in its soul-eating heat. To sip on their vile poisoned souls. But I didn't think I'd be able to stop. So instead, I crushed their throats in my hands, their necks crunching and squelching as their blood burst free, covering my bony hands in their cold vampire blood. The life drained from their eyes, as I looked on, transfixed with the dwindling life before me. So easily taken, so easily lost. All mine to take. So. Damn. Easy.
The slow drip of their blood shook me from my thoughts. Dropping the vamp in disgust, with his tiny dick still dangling out, I pulled an empty vial from my jacket, uncorked it with my teeth and filled it with the remaining one’s blood. You never know when you might need it.
Throwing him to the floor, I called my magic back and stepped over the bodies, wiping my bloodied hands on my black jeans as I made my way down the darkened street. I had a Dark Witch to find and watch. The Fates Above had provided me with entertainment, and who was I to say no?
Twelve
‘Living Power-Potentia Viventem’
Amaya
Jerry provided us with a huge spread of food. He laid it all out on the small table in front of the floor to ceiling windows, which were now perfectly intact thanks to the ghost and his grand show of magic.
Cheeses, fruits, breads, meats and various fillings for sandwiches were piled high.
I told Rí to start eating while I changed. And boy was I shocked when I found a perfectly stocked wardrobe full of clothes that were exactly my size. I chose a pair of ripped black jeans, a long sleeve black top and black biker boots. I’d never worn new clothes before; they were soft to the touch and smelled untouched. As I laced my boots, my mind wanderedto the boys.
No doubt, they were huddled together in our small room, in their tatty goodwill clothes, silently waiting.
I internally heaved.
I forced the food down my throat, not tasting a single thing. I didn't get to enjoy it. I didn't deserve to.
This castle, with its dark secrets and power within its very walls would be their home, and when they were by my side, I would truly enjoy its true meaning of home.
“Let's go,” I said to the dragon. He was reluctant to go to the council, but after telling him I wasn't hiding, as he encouraged me not to do, he gave a stiff nod of his head, and we made our way back through the graveyard.
We walked slowly and silently as we weaved through the headstones. The trees around us still wept that odd purple liquid-tears-Jerry had told me as he laid out our food. The trees wept for what once was and the great loss it endured.
A loud caw had my head snapping to the direction of a rustling tree. There, sat on a moving branch was that damn crow. It flew from the branch down to the ground and pecked at the dead animal below the tree. Its insides bursting from its stomach and eyes empty of life was obviously a perfect meal for the crow.
“Are you following me?” I asked it flatly. Rí looked at it with a scowl, ready to squash it in his giant hands no doubt.
It pecked at the roadkill, pulled the eyes with its beak as the meat stretched before snapping from its tendon.
I bent down to its level. Not once had it removed its eyes from me, always watching. It pulled at more meat.
“I’m going to keep you,” I decided as I petted its head gently. “I’ll call you–” looking at the roadkill and itssquashed half-eaten eyes, I clicked my fingers “Ravioli. I’ll call you Ravioli.”
Swallowing its last bite it surprised me by jumping on my shoulder and digging its talons in sharply to hold on.
I had a pet.
The strange swirling in my gut and warmth in my heart was unrecognisable.
The dragon shook his head and grinned at me. He kept silent.
That odd need to stretch my mouth and bare my teeth pulled at me. I wanted to smile.
How odd.
***
The streets of the Light City looked so normal, so human. The night was now ending, the day was rising and the pink glow from the sun created beautiful shadows along the tall buildings. People were starting torush about and looked like everyday businessmen. No children wandered about and there were no signs of shifters. It was so different to the shadow land, where magic was obvious and the people changed their form in the street, where children's laughter could be heard from all angles. Perhaps further into the day it would change?
One thing was the same however, and that was their reaction to Rí; they gave us our space and avoided his angry stare. My own eyes caused gasps and I sneered as two well-kept women gave my outfit a disgusted look.
Fuck them.
