Claire's POV
It was almost too easy to kick her down the remaining steps, flatten her onto the marble stairwell ground, and twist her arms behind her back like fragile Barbie arms. Too easy. Either she was letting me do all of this willingly, or I had gotten too strong for them to handle. I'd like to go with the second one- but you can never be too sure.
She grunted as I clicked my teeth together.
"Honey." I purred. "If I were you, I'd start spilling the beans. The whole rice and chicken too." I say to her gently, applying a slight pressure into her wrist. Anymore force and it'll break- which is exactly what I will do if she doesn't open her mouth and talk.
"Go to hell." Are the first words that come out of her mouth. The second words are a bit muffled seeing as I proceeded to shove her face into the floor.
Crack! There goes one wrist.
She screams- it's such a sweet sound to my ears. As if I were playing my favorite melody on repeat. And I never wanted it to end. Please don't be going crazy Claire. I shake my thoughts away as I lean into her burning red ear. I guess she feels anger- or perhaps embarrassment. Such a dark red blush tainting her.
"Awe, how cute! Blushing just for me?" I say as her whimpers get quiet.
"Now-" I say sweetly. Then with more force, "what do you know?"
"I know nothing!" She says in a strained voice.
"You're a liar-" I sing out, my throat was starting to get dry from all of this chit chat- and I was thirsty for this bitches blood.
"There once was a liar who sat on a rope.." I sing out again.
"He lied, and he lied until I slit his throat!" I let out a delighted chuckle at the rhyme.
"You're not making any sense, you're crazy!" She mumbled against the ground. But then with a shuddering breath she considered my song.
She closed her eyes.
"Why was the liar on a rope?" She asked softly, probably trying to stray my mind away from threatening her. To this I clicked my tongue.
"The rope symbolizes the very thin line he was walking on by testing my patience." I whisper to her.
"Then why was he sitting on it?" She asked hesitantly.
To this I look at the ceiling of the stairwell, pondering over the question.
"He knew he was at the end of the rope. But he didn't know how to get off of it. So he tried sitting- all he had to do was tell the truth." I rub my chin in thought.
"All he had to do was tell the truth." I repeat as I feel her start to shake beneath me.
I put my finger nails on her Adam's apple and lean into her ear. I'm engulfed with the smell of hand sanitizer and a metallic scent. Blood. Probably the blood she took from all of the tortured souls in this hell lab. I wonder if she feels anything. Pity? Sadness over those whose loved ones she's taken away from this tragic world? Woah there Claire- you're getting a little too in your feelings there. But I was in my feelings, and for good reason too.
This woman was not the only one who did horrible things in life, but she was the only one who was under my bitter hands. The only one that was in my grasp at the moment- and she was going to feel my wrath. I was going to make sure that everyone in this god damned place would feel it. She wasn't the first who died by my hands, and she sure as hell wouldn't be the last. I should trace down her address and send her bloody head to her family as a gift. Ridding the dimensions of this whole operation would be a gift.
"Happy birthday, merry Christmas, happy fucking Easter-" I mumble to myself as my nails pierce the skin of her neck. She lets out a Yelp as I feel my nails go deeper. Her thick dark red blood starts to run down her neck as my nails are half sunken into her neck.
But then- I knew this was too easy. Too easy of a fight, something was wrong.
An eery feeling overcame me as goosebumps started to prickle all over my arms.
A dark shadow was beginning to fill the auras in the room, and I felt oddly disturbed. The feeling was evil- something powerful and dangerous. For a second, I actually felt a tremendous amount of fear.
I know I have to fake it to make it, so showing my fear was an obvious no. Negative. I would just have to suck it up like all the other times I felt like rolling into a ball and crying my sad worthless life away. Okay, no more pitying myself. I'm a strong independent- person who lives with their mother- elemental, and I will fight until death! (Are you sure? I mean you can always fight until you're tired- doesn't necessarily mean you have to die-) I can't convince myself otherwise. I have to do this. It's do or die.
I slowly retracted my hand from her throat as she began to gurgle her blood- the gurgling choking sounds slowly turned into small giggles of happiness.
"And I thought I was the craziest bitch out here." I mumble to myself as I slowly get off of her body. The body that was just quaking with fear was now quaking with short spurts of laughter. And the deep maroon blood running down her throat was now floating in the air.
She gently raises the palm of her hand- the one that wasn't completely broken of course- and pointed at me. I was backing up a couple stairs when she had done the hand motion- and that was when I saw something strange.
Something I had only seen happen on tv.
Her blood came rushing towards me like a thousand tiny dagger, all a gruesome red, and all sharp like my grandmothers nipples. That was a joke of course- and this was no time to joke. Not when I was three seconds away from razor sharp blood droplets, and definitely not when everything was going to slow as if time froze itself. Not when I had to figure out how to save myself from getting impaled like Olaf.
I shut my eyes and channeled merlin.
Help.
And just like that-- it didn't work.
I shit you not, I didn't feel a thing when those thousands of blood droplets impaled me. All I felt was a burning anger, and a desperation to get back home. It wasn't fair. I did nothing in life to deserve all of this. In fact, I was the most polite freaking person you can imagine! This blows.
Laying on the cold staircase of misery, I watched as she dragged her body up like she was a fucking demon or something. No offense to demons of course.
And that was how I died.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding! That's how i learned how to let my fuego take over. I had no control as my blue fire covered the room and my body- oddly healing the wounds her blood daggers had left me.
With one deep shaky breath, I sat up and stared at her in her ugly face.
"Blood bending- really?" I snicker as she smiles at me while looking angry at the same time. Don't ask me how that's possible but it was. And it was a damn ugly sight.
She huffs. "It's called blood manipulating, cunt!" She screams as she raises her palm again.
I shut my eyes and let my fire take over me, knowing it will all be okay I the end.
My last thought before I proceeded to attack was 'I wonder if Christmas is okay.'
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(A/N)
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Hi guys!! I hope you guys realized that the end of the chapter Claire was actually talking about the puppy Atticus had gotten her- not the actual holiday hahah and yes, I know Christmas is a bad name for a doggo buuuuut this is Claire guys. (A.K.A. She inherited part of my cheesiness. I'm in love with the holiday of Christmas so that's the name I chose 😪)
What did you guys think of this chapter? I know, it's short, but I had writers block for so long that I just needed to write something. Short or not, a few paragraphs a day keeps the writers block at bay. HA THAT RHYMED!! Okay anyway, I also am in a reading slump so I hope it gets better soon :(
I'll see you guys next time! Hopefully my writers block won't take charge of me again.
Love you all!!!! Also-- I know some of you are young but for all the older readers or people in general who like to read smut even tho they're young, they just lie and say that they're older lmfao would you guys read a collection of sex one shots from me if I uploaded them??
As always, love you guys so much and thankyou so much for reading this chapter!! Until next time ! TATA!!
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