Twin Moon - Chapter 212 - Watch Me
Whiskey.
Remembering the way in which I killed Spencer, I decided to give it another go on this pathetic guard. This was a skill they hadn’t let me train. They didn’t want to sacrifice the men. Well, I now deem this scumbag a worthy sacrifice. I stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders. He stood not too much taller than me, and if I had to guess, he wasn’t too much older than me either.
“YA sdayus'” (I give up) he screamed. I smiled at his terrified young face and cupped his cheeks.
“YA znayu” (I know) I said and offered a sweet toothy grin. Though I imagine it looked nothing close to sweet. I leaned in close and sucked in a slow deep breath. My feet felt planted to the ground, but my head felt light and airy. As I breathed in, the guards face contorted and turned grey. His lips went blue, and he made a wonderful gagged choaking sound. I kept sucking in the air as his eyes bulged and started to roll back. My grip on his face was now the only thing that was keeping him upright. After a beat, I felt as though I couldn’t take any more air in, and so I stopped. I held it in for a few seconds and let go of his face. He dropped to the floor like one of the lifeless dummies I had used during my training. I released the air from my lungs, the airiness feeling left as well.
“You stupid dog” Pasha groaned from behind me on the floor. For a second, I forgot he was still there. His entire face was covered in blood and he was now sitting upright against the wall. He was holding his arm up to his chest, but it did nothing to stop the blood that was now covering his other hand and steadily dripping down his arm and onto his leg. I guess I got him good.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk” I clicked my tongue and came to crouch down in front of him.
“Kontrol' (Control), master. You must keep your control” I said teasingly. Repeating the same phrase that he has said to me a thousand times over. He snarled and spat his blood into my face.
“Fuck you” he hissed. I wiped the blood from my cheek and smiled down at him as I licked the blood from my finger. I don’t know what possessed me to do it. It was like some kind of animalistic urge to taste my kill. I could smell his disgust, but I could taste his fear. Finally. After all this time, he is finally afraid of me. I chuckled and looked back up at him. He reached for the gun at his hip, but his movements were slow and clunky. I leaped forward and straddled his legs. I grabbed his wrist and lifted it above his head, squeezing my claws into the already ripped open flesh of his arm. He threw his head back and hissed in pain.
“Don’t do that” I crooned and grabbed the gun with my other hand. I tossed it across the room and shifted closer to him.
“Isn’t this what you wanted master? To have me naked and on top of you, pleasuring you?” I said with a low sultry voice. I reached down and squeezed the flaccid lump between his legs.
“Uberi ot menya ruki” (Take your hands off me) he grunted and hit my hand away. I grabbed his other wrist and held it above his head with his other arm.
“Don’t do that” I growled and leaned in close to his face.
“You can’t win” Pasha jeered with a weak smirk,
“My vsegda naydem tebya” (We will always find you). I hadn’t considered running before now. I don’t know what I expected to happen after killing Pasha. I didn’t think that far ahead. Of course they would kill me after this. They would be stupid to keep me alive now. So I guess running was my only option. He was right though, I knew that. They will never stop looking for me, no matter how far I ran, or how well I hid. They would never stop trying to bring me back. And that could never happen. So, there is really only one way to make sure that they can’t. I tilted my head to the side and pressed my cheek against his torn open and bloody face.
“Not if there is no one left to search” I whispered and ran my tongue over his bloodied cheek. He reared back and glared at me.
“There are too many. Vy ne mozhete ubit' nas vsekh” (You cannot kill us all). I smiled and called forward the magic.
“Watch me” I cooed and smashed my lips to his. He fought against me, but his blood loss had made him weak, and I was still stronger. I sucked the air from his lungs in a sharp hard movement. I was not gentle and slow like I was with the guard. This was painful. I tore apart his lungs with the forcefulness of the action. I could taste his blood as I breathed it in. He was scared, he was in anguish. I loved every second of it. Once he was dead, I released my hold on his arms and leaned back to inspect my handy work. His eyes were wide with fear and pain, hidden under the stain of his blood, his normally pale skin was a shade of blueish grey. The man that had caused me so much pain, the man that taught me how to use my power, was now dead. I chuckled to myself. Well he can’t watch me kill his friends now, can he.
Pasha was just the beginning. There are more, many more, all of them will meet the same fate. I’ll start here of course. I will kill every worthless meat sack that lives in this frozen wasteland. And once they are dead, I will move on to the rest of the world. I will find every single hunter outpost, every clan, every member, in every corner of the globe. I will search far and wide until I am sure that they are all dead. And once the hunters are gone, I will move onto what I was created for. The Werewolves.
**Present Day.**
It has been nearly three years since I set out on my new path, since I killed every single being in that stinking ice hole. I was merciless. I ripped them to shreds without hesitation or a second thought. Every man, every woman, and every child. They all suffered at the hands of my newfound courage and power. I imagine by the end of it I looked like some kind of demon. A small framed naked girl covered head to toe in blood. What a sight I was. When everyone was dead, I gathered together all the weapons, jewels, money, anything of value really, and filled an armoured car. Once that place was in my rear vision mirror, and I had officially escaped, I did exactly what I said I would do. I hunted those that hunted me. Clan after clan, outpost after outpost. They all fell victim to my rage. I took my vengeance out on them with a barbaric eagerness to an extent that most would find horrific. Each kill gave me satisfaction. Each time a new compound was cleared I felt elated. Accomplished. Fulfilled. This was what I was created for. Killing. And I loved it.
The first two years were spent in a constant state of travel. Moving from one location to the next. I have been to England, France, Italy, India, Brazil, Mexico, Thailand, South Korea, Turkey, of course Russia, and everywhere else in between. I decimated outposts, villages, entire towns even. I never stayed in one place for longer than a few hours. The severity of my revenge always differed at each location. Some of them would try to run like cowards. And so those ones I killed quickly, they weren’t worthy of my time. Some of them would try to fight back. Those ones I killed painfully, and enjoyed every second of it. And then the ones that turned on each other, that tried to sacrifice their comrades in order to get away. Well those cowards I killed slowly, taking my time to enjoy their pain and suffering. When I no longer had hunters to hunt, I turned to what was next. The Weres. That was when things took a turn for the worst. But that’s not something I want to relive right now.
It took me eight days to reach Lavrentiya. With the stops I had to make along the way, plus finding a new car each time it ran out of gas, it took much longer than I was happy with. The pull to the East was strong, it was sickening even. I felt anxious and nervous, which is not something that is a common sensation for me. I hate it. I don’t like not knowing or understanding my own mind. I have no idea what is awaiting me over there, but the ever present need to just get there was growing stronger and stronger the closer I got. Thankfully during this time of year, the water wouldn’t be frozen over. Which makes the journey much easier. So now all I need to do is find a boat, then I'll be on my way. One step closer to figuring out this weird feeling, that I just can’t seem to shake.
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