every time I flashed to a new location, I would laugh, and Jim would spin around trying to keep me in front of him.
It only took a few minutes before Jim was out of breath. He stopped spinning and started to pray to God. God had no intention of helping him. God didn’t save me from bad men, and God wasn’t going to save a bad man from me.
I guess I am not good at multi tasking because, when I was thinking about how God wasn’t going to help this man, it brought up thoughts of my death, and now I am lying on my back. I was heading to a new point to laugh at Jim. I wasn’t paying enough attention to where I was going. I slammed right into a low lying branch; it clothes-lined me right at my neck.
I was moving so fast I didn’t even have time to register what happened. The branch broke right off from the tree making a loud noise; at the same time it scared Jim enough that he jumped back a few steps.
It hurt, but only for a minute; the pain in this body was like that. At first it hurt, but even before the wounds went away, the pain did. Like the cold, pain was just info and nothing more.
I picked up the branch and threw it at Jim. I couldn’t believe how far and hard I threw that branch. It caught Jim right in the chest; he fell onto his back. Letting out a string of curses, he grabbed his stake that he dropped when he hit the ground. He was able to keep hold of the hatchet in his other hand; he quickly jumped to his feet.
It would have been a good time to have charged him, but I hadn’t planned that out. Throwing things at Jim gave me a new idea. I picked up a nice size rock off of the ground.
It was a game to me, a sick and twisted game throwing a rock at Jim, then flashing to a new location and doing it again. I felt like a little girl playing a mean trick. I did know better, but I was still enjoying myself.
I don’t know if this dark side of me was because I was a vampire, raped and killed or just a part about myself that I never had the power to act upon before. Nonetheless, here I was, flashing from one spot to another, stoning Jim to death.
Jim screamed or yelped every time a rock hit him. He was down on his knees after half dozen rocks hit him. I threw one that caught him in the side of the head. It didn’t knock him out, but it dazed him enough that he dropped his weapons. Blood was now gushing out of his head.
It was time to stop playing with Jim. I moved in behind him with blinding speed; grabbing his arms to his side, I held him around his chest. Then, without any more hesitation, I bit into the side of his neck.
The blood was filling my mind once more; it was truly bliss. My mind was full of pleasure drinking the blood. It was over before I wanted it to be.
I lifted Jim’s body off the ground; and headed back to the cabin. It was amazing how light Jim’s body was, minus the blood, I enjoyed the walk back even though I was carrying a dead man over my shoulder.
The woods were not lost to me. I enjoyed the forest. With my new senses I could hear and see all the little animals; it was amazing. I returned to the cabin in no time at all.
Running through the forest chasing Jim had felt like a great distance. I guess I was afraid that Jim would escape. It made time slow down; now that I was relaxed, I realized that Jim didn’t get very far at all. As I came into what was left of the cabin, I dropped Jim’s dead body on the floor, not too far from Dave’s. I looked around wishing these rednecks would have put in a nice shower with hot water. I don’t need hot water; I just like hot water.
“Thank you.”
Did I just hear, thank you? I spun around and didn’t see anything. It had sounded like a woman, no, a girl. It had sounded like, thank you. Well, that’s official; I was losing it. Wait, make that lost it, or maybe I never had it to begin with.
Just as I was thinking I had an overactive imagination, I caught movement up in the loft. I couldn’t see up there. I listened; I couldn’t hear
It only took a few minutes before Jim was out of breath. He stopped spinning and started to pray to God. God had no intention of helping him. God didn’t save me from bad men, and God wasn’t going to save a bad man from me.
I guess I am not good at multi tasking because, when I was thinking about how God wasn’t going to help this man, it brought up thoughts of my death, and now I am lying on my back. I was heading to a new point to laugh at Jim. I wasn’t paying enough attention to where I was going. I slammed right into a low lying branch; it clothes-lined me right at my neck.
I was moving so fast I didn’t even have time to register what happened. The branch broke right off from the tree making a loud noise; at the same time it scared Jim enough that he jumped back a few steps.
It hurt, but only for a minute; the pain in this body was like that. At first it hurt, but even before the wounds went away, the pain did. Like the cold, pain was just info and nothing more.
I picked up the branch and threw it at Jim. I couldn’t believe how far and hard I threw that branch. It caught Jim right in the chest; he fell onto his back. Letting out a string of curses, he grabbed his stake that he dropped when he hit the ground. He was able to keep hold of the hatchet in his other hand; he quickly jumped to his feet.
It would have been a good time to have charged him, but I hadn’t planned that out. Throwing things at Jim gave me a new idea. I picked up a nice size rock off of the ground.
It was a game to me, a sick and twisted game throwing a rock at Jim, then flashing to a new location and doing it again. I felt like a little girl playing a mean trick. I did know better, but I was still enjoying myself.
I don’t know if this dark side of me was because I was a vampire, raped and killed or just a part about myself that I never had the power to act upon before. Nonetheless, here I was, flashing from one spot to another, stoning Jim to death.
Jim screamed or yelped every time a rock hit him. He was down on his knees after half dozen rocks hit him. I threw one that caught him in the side of the head. It didn’t knock him out, but it dazed him enough that he dropped his weapons. Blood was now gushing out of his head.
It was time to stop playing with Jim. I moved in behind him with blinding speed; grabbing his arms to his side, I held him around his chest. Then, without any more hesitation, I bit into the side of his neck.
The blood was filling my mind once more; it was truly bliss. My mind was full of pleasure drinking the blood. It was over before I wanted it to be.
I lifted Jim’s body off the ground; and headed back to the cabin. It was amazing how light Jim’s body was, minus the blood, I enjoyed the walk back even though I was carrying a dead man over my shoulder.
The woods were not lost to me. I enjoyed the forest. With my new senses I could hear and see all the little animals; it was amazing. I returned to the cabin in no time at all.
Running through the forest chasing Jim had felt like a great distance. I guess I was afraid that Jim would escape. It made time slow down; now that I was relaxed, I realized that Jim didn’t get very far at all. As I came into what was left of the cabin, I dropped Jim’s dead body on the floor, not too far from Dave’s. I looked around wishing these rednecks would have put in a nice shower with hot water. I don’t need hot water; I just like hot water.
“Thank you.”
Did I just hear, thank you? I spun around and didn’t see anything. It had sounded like a woman, no, a girl. It had sounded like, thank you. Well, that’s official; I was losing it. Wait, make that lost it, or maybe I never had it to begin with.
Just as I was thinking I had an overactive imagination, I caught movement up in the loft. I couldn’t see up there. I listened; I couldn’t hear
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