"Good morning class. Today in English we're going to talk about defining things," I faintly heard over the thumping in my head. "How you define something and how someone else defines things can be different, as you already know. You can learn a lot about someone from just the way they define things. You can learn if they like to be detailed, if they are passionate about what they are talking about, etc. And today, we will start off by defining a simple word.
"Love," the teacher finished sharply after a second of silence, writing it down on his white board. My teeth started grinding together as I forced my long, poison infused claws back down into my hands- cutting through my skin in the process. The poison couldn't do any damage to me, since I already had it in my body, so all the reaction I gave out to the deep cuts was just a wince from how sharp they were as I bit down on my bottom lip.
"Calm down," I whispered to myself as I finally managed to transform the claws back into a normal hand from under my table. "Be in control of the urges. You'll look like a freak if they see you with claws and fangs. You don't want that."
"Sabrina, how do you define love?" the teacher continued, not noticing anything I was doing or the sweat trickling off my forehead.
"Love's a strong affection for another arising out of kinship or ties tha-"
"He asked for your definition, not the dictionary's," a guy in the back of the class said, making students laugh and the girl roll her eyes, turning to him with a glare.
"At least I don't the IQ of a five year old," I heard her say as if in a whisper to me, but I could tell from her stance and face that the sound was much louder then what I heard.
'Kill someone, already! The Lord's demons are hungry!' a voice- that sounded like tires screaching on the streets- in my head hissed, suddenly making my vision twenty times more clearer- meaning that my eyes just turned into huge black pits. A demon's hunting eyes, used for catching and observing their prey (a.k.a. humans). I immediately shut my eyes and started rubbing them with my hands, pretending I was just trying to wake up. This isn't good.
"Mr. Taligate, that was not a respectful thing to say. That was her way of defining it, and she has every right to define it that way. And Miss West, I understand that what he said was rude, but you don't have to fight fire with fire," the teacher scolded with reprimanding eyes as he walked towards the guy that sat at the back of the classroom.
'Come on! Kill someone! You know that you want to. Even you enjoy the taste of there souls,' the voice hissed persuasively, making a sadistic grin try to force its way onto my face as the fangs started to grow. My hands started to sweat from the fangs I was holding back, and my eyelids were using all the muscles they could to keep the black pits covered. Not being able to cover up the transformation any more, I rolled the sleeves of my hoodie over my hands to cover them and folded my arms on the desk, shoving my head inside the little box I made with my arms.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
The sound of the clock made my migraine worsen, and suddenly all the demons in my head started to chant along with it, knowing it would get me angry.
Anger. Wrath. Hatred.
My sinful traits. The one's that made me open the mind link and allow demons in.
Those feelings- I noticed- will mostly likely be the death of the people next to me, based on the fact that the angrier and more stressed I got, the more demons would be able to enter my link. Especially when I haven't eaten in more then twelve hours.
Those disgusting little humans. I'm trying with everything in me to keep myself from killing them, yet some still have the audacity to spread stupid rumors about me around the school.
Just comes to show you how good of I person I a-
"Michelle!" the teacher yelled, making me squeeze my fists together.
"Yes?" I answered as politely as I could, though the coldness was still evident.
"Definition, please," the teacher replied, just as my vision turned to normal- based on the fact that the inside of my eye lids looked black now instead of a bright red-violet.
"Of love?" I asked, opening my mouth as little as possible to hide the teeth, making the teacher look at me with a sad face.
"We are on our names now. We talked about love thirty minutes ago. You were supposed to research your name and then define it in your own words," the teacher said in a slightly disappointed voice, making me force my eyes not to widen in surprise from how fast the time went. The last thing I need right now is for them to actually roll out of my head.
'He can't tell you what to do! You're more powerful then he ver will be. You have the power to do whatever you want! Kill him and show him where he stands!' the thing in my head growled in a hissing-type voice with a disgusting cackle, making my eye twitch slightly as I fought the urge. They were trying to manipulate me and I wouldn't let them win.
"Right. Names. Sorry," I said casually, wanting to face-palm myself back into reality and get rid of the thoughts in my head; trying to remember something her and her friend saw one day on the internet that had to do with her name. "The name Michelle comes from the Hebrew, French, and American language. The French and American meaning is 'Gift from God'-" I said, pausing slightly when I heard a familiar voice snort quietly. I wouldn't have heard it if it wasn't for my improved hearing, and the person it came from wasn't hard to figure out as the voice itself made me want to stab my claws into him. At least the asshole could heal slightly from it. "And the Hebrew meaning is 'Who is like God?' Personally, the name to me seems like it is some kind of symbol or some kind of-"
"Sorry for the disruption," a woman said as she opened the door in the corner of the room, making the class and teacher shift towards it, all eyes on her.
'Talk about saved by the bell,' I thought to myself as I held in a sigh of relief and grinned unintensionally, my mouth getting wider and wider without me being able to stop it. I covered my mouth the best I could with my hand, nobody but one person seeing the canines that were growing to two inches in length as we sat there. And that man wasn't going to let me have the last of it.
"Would Miss Antoinette please come with me?" She finished, before closing the door. I mentally sighed in relief when I saw she came for me, but the man next to me snickered in a mocking way.
"Tick-tock," he whispered to me, automatically making my eyes turn black. I licked my lips at the mention of the time, making him stare at my lips before staring at me with a smirk, even though his eyes looked a little misty. "I think it's feeding time," he taunted in my direction, making me bare my fangs at him a little bit.
"Just wait until they finally let me kill you," I whispered to him sadistically in a voice that sounded two octaves lower then my real voice, making his smirk widen.
"Bring back some blood for me too, will you? The Starbucks I had today just isn't doing it for me. I'm not awake enough," he said lazily, snickering quietly when he turned and saw me trying to hold in the claws again. Controlling the urge to kill is getting more and more harder the longer I wait around, and he's purposefully trying to make me crack into the sickening pleasure.
"How about instead of that I rip off your balls and slap you in the face with them? That'll surely wake you up," I replied sarcastically, a growl coming out of my throat as I shoved my hands- or should I say claws- into my hoodie pocket and looked at the ground- letting my hair fall onto my face slightly- as I left the room, not letting anyone look into my eyes.
"What took you so long? Do you know how hard it was to keep these pieces of shit from running away?" The woman said when I opened the doors to the back of the school where our shady parking lot was, to see a teenage girl who looked to be in her teens holding up two unconscious bodies. One was an eighteen-looking year old girl, and one was a twenty-something year old man. I looked at her apologetically before looking back to them, finally allowing my eyesight, claws, and fangs to fully spring out. Claws growing to the size of my palms, fangs growing out three inches, and my eyes as black as the night when there's no stars or light.
The girl dropped the two humans to the floor and scurried behind a car, knowing that, even if you are supernatural, once I started to feed anything I see would become food as well. I sniffed the air of the two people on the ground, trying to see which one smelled more innocent.
Who thought demons would be picky about that crap? It's not like I'm a walking restaurant, allowing them to eat whatever they want whenever they want... Voluntarily, at least.
The man, surprisingly, smelled more innocent this time. Usually the girls were more innocent, but this worked out well, since guys normally fill up the demons faster.
Kicking the unconscious girl over slightly, I walked towards the guy and strattled him, making myself more at home before I could procede to killing him.
In order for me to kill the bodies and get the actual soul out of them I had to open up their mind link. Have them not really focused on anything important, and have them be relaxed, which is hard considering he'll be looking at a demonic looking face that I couldn't hide today. That also made me think of another thing that I remembered learning.
Before he could wake up I started to trail my hands up and down the man's chest slowly, manipulating my eyes to turn into the silver, hypnotic eyes that I used every time I needed to kill a man.
"Wake up," I whispered seductively, the demon inside of me allowing the fangs to diminish when he realized I was starting to plan the kill.
"Huh? What?" the man murmured, waking up slowly with a little jolt. When he saw me on top of him I tried to hold the gaze as long as I could, hoping I could just put him in a trance on get this over with.
Sadly, luck wasn't on my side today.
"Who are you? Why are you on top of me? I have a girlfriend you know," he said as he slowly sat up, only a tenth of his soul in the trance I put him in. I held in an angered growl as I tucked in my claws and trailed my hands up the inside of his shirt. Immediately his eyes slammed into mine, our connection getting better, but he still somehow managed to resist just enough.
"St-Stop, I have a g-girlf-friend," he stuttered as I ran my claw-free (for now) hands slowly and relaxingly up and down his chest, gulping as he started to sweat from the heat outside. After all, it was ninety degrees out and he was in thick jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
"Now, why would you be wearing clothes like that in heat like this?" I asked softly as I started to slide his shirt up slowly with my fingertips, watching him shutter. "Wouldn't want you sweating too much, now would we?" I asked innocently when I yanked his top off quickly. I scooted more into him as I ran my hands up to his shoulders and then down his smooth back. I did take a moment to admire his body shape too, he was decently sized and I liked it.
"S-st-sto-" he tried to say as I leaned towards him, but all his words diminished once my cold lips met his hot skin, my nails scratching his back slightly as I trailed theem down. Automatically his body relaxed a lot more, the connection almost all the way there, but when I pulled him closer I saw that he was trying to force himself to resist, which made me nervous. I can't kill him without his mind link open. If I don't open up his mind link then he'll just die and his soul will go to heaven. I need him to open up before he dies, to keep me alive and to please the demons.
Mostly, just to keep me alive.
Trying the last plan I could think of; I lightly started to trail little kisses up his neck and to his jaw line, hearing a light moan in response which made me smirk and move my lips up to his lips. Immediately he returned the kiss, grabbing me and pulling me closer to him as he now started to trail kisses down my neck, almost all of the mind link opened.
'Gees, this one is hard,' I noted mentally to myself- though, also enjoying the feeling of his warm lips against my cold skin- as I trailed my hands over to his chest and slowly moved him back onto the floor. 'If this doesn't work, then I'm giving up and try the girl instead,' I muttered in my head, groaning when I realized all I would've had to do was look at her with sad eyes and she would've been gone.
"Why are y-"
"Shhh, baby, be quiet," I whispered seductively, kissing his neck as I rode up in my seat on his lap a little and moved around there slightly, moving up and against his lower region- a held back groan being the only thing I heard in reply to my action as he closed his eyes and hitched a breath out, making me smile sadistic and cynical smile.
He finally opened up.
Not wasting any time I trailed my hands from his shoulders to his solar plexus, unleashed my claws and making them grow longer as they trailed down, before finally digging the ten blades straight down the center of his body, making his eyes widen in surprise and panic before they rolled to the back of his head.
Not enjoying the easy kill I grabbed onto either sides of his rib ages and teared them off, enjoying the cracking sound I heard it make. I closed my blood thirsty eyes and unhinged my jaw, feeling the mist of the soul enter my body and get trapped in the cage inside of me, letting the demons feed on his soul.
This is what I was now.
And it all started because of some stupid wish.