Page 8 of Our Little Monster
His small gasp was the only sound he made as his dark, beady eyes shifted back to brown, confusion and pain twisting his facial features.
“I’m Serina Velika,” I whispered, and his eyes looked haunted by the mention of my family name. The sight of it sent butterflies through my stomach.
His mouth gaped as if he was trying to say something, but I twisted the stake a little, and all that came out was a whimper. I grinned.
“You really should be careful about who you let inside your house,” I murmured before he released his last breath, and I shoved his body into the clawfoot bathtub with a thud.
I closed the lilac mosaic fabric shower curtain that seemed just as dated as the furniture on the patio, making it seem as if he was never here.
Footsteps were coming down the hall again seconds later. I quickly lowered to my knees in front of the toilet and made a retching sound, bringing one of my hands to my stomach under my jacket, looking like I was holding myself, but I was actually holding another stake.
The door swung open.
“What the hell? Where’s Edmund?” the man exclaimed, and I lifted my head out of the toilet.
“I’m sorry it’s taking so long, I’m really sick.” I spat in the toilet with a grimace, flushing quickly to make it seem more believable. “Who’s Edmund?” I questioned, seeming confused but kind.
“Edmund was supposed to… ugh, never mind.” He closed the door and walked the few steps over to me before crouching on the floor beside me.
“You are going to remain quiet as I kill you,” he ordered, his eyes staring deeply into mine. I almost laughed.
Your little friend thought the same thing, but I’ll let you believe whatever you want.
I nodded, agreeing with his statement. He stood, offering me his hand. I took it and stood, my other hand still under my jacketholding myself.
Just as his eyes and teeth revealed the monster lurking under his skin and he was about to lunge for me, I shot my hand forward, shoving my stake through his chest.
But he was faster. He realized what I was doing and moved back from me with a hiss of pain. I had heard the crack of his breastbone, but it wasn’t enough. I had to send the stake all the way through to kill him.
Before he had time to retaliate, I rushed him, shoving him up against the door with a smack against the wood for more leverage. My heart hammered against my ribs, my blood hot under my skin.
I shoved the stake the rest of the way through as he thrashed against my hold, getting a few good hits in against my face.
I felt the fresh sting on my cheek and knew if the loud noise of me slamming him against the door didn’t alert the others, the hammering of my heart and smell of my blood would.
He suddenly went still, his eyes unseeing, before I grabbed him and used my body’s momentum to throw him behind the shower curtain on top of his friend. His foot hung out of the tub, but it was the best I could do before the door swung open again.
There was no compulsion this time, no hiding the beasts within.
Two guys barreled through the door into the small bathroom heading straight for me with fangs and teeth bared.
I yanked my shotgun free and blasted a shot directly into them.
POW!
That was the signal…
My father knew I wouldn’t give myself away until it was necessary.
They both fell to the floor groaning and hissing in pain. I quickly tossed my shotgun over my shoulder as I staked both of them, not getting to enjoy their deaths as much now since I didn’t have the element of surprise anymore.
BOOM!
The sound of the back door being kicked down rang through the house, causing shuffled footsteps to echo all around me.
Bang, bang, bang…
The sounds of guns, the crunch of bones and flesh, echoed through the house as I made my way out of the bathroom in a killing haze.
