*I'm pissed as fuck. The air stills, a freezing bubble surrounding me, animals silencing their chirps and rustling snuffles in the undergrowth as I pass, Jodi's shirt pressed to my nose as I separate out the scents, isolating the male and following the rusty old sweat scent that designates his location. Working on foot is slow, my anger rising with each block, blades in my wrist sheathes more than just a threat, an extension of myself, hilts twitching into my palms, soothing, reassuring as I close the distance, singling out the domicile. To fuck him over in his own home. Yeah...that will do...he hurt someone I cared for....in a place where she thought she could relax ...be safe...and I was going to do the fucking same. Her fault indeed. Well, human, you mess with my family, pieces of you start to go missing. Shrugging my jacket off, my arms, chest and stomach bared, inked porcelain, breasts covered by a silk, embroidered corset, my legs encased painted on leather, thick heeled boots climbing up to my thighs. Seduction. I am a spider, my looks are my web and this human was going to get good and tangled up in it, so tangled that my razor anger would slice him into tiny little pieces, touch a female without permission you get me gunning for your ass. Eyes glowing with a supernatural glimmer as I climb the steps to his flat, knocking with a sure yet demure tap of my knuckles. He opens the door with a smirk and I hate him even more. He's on eye level with me, my heels giving me a few inches and I laugh, raking him with a sneered smile, his baby blond curls and piercings at total odds. Fuck he's young. Bad age to start fucking with females, barely out of his 20's, would grow to be a full blown dickhead* hey gorgeous, your buddy sent me a little pick me up after shit the other night can I come in? *the hair swish seals the deal, unable to resist my ass length midnight waves, his drooling jaw drop preludes the frantic ushering of his hand, bidding me enter. My hands flex, spasming in their leather prison, no way in fuck was I touching his skin to do this, wouldn't taint myself with his disgusting corruption. I step into the hovel, my boots crunching crisps and popcorn into the stained carpet, lip curling while his back is turned, watching him clear the couch of...whatever the fuck was on there. My heel kicks the door closed with an audible slam, all pretenses dropped as I unleash the killer, the animal that loves the pain, feeds off the fear, fangs punching down like ivory knives, my fist a battering ram encased in leather as he turns towards the noise, his nose giving with a satisfying crunch under the attack* Hey mister...you touched my sister...*the singsong voice dances around the room* and you know when you touch her...you touch me, true...and I don't like to be touched by strangers, you cock sucking thunder ass!! *snarling, my elbow hammering repeatedly into his mulched nose, the bone splintered through his skin* My family...is the most important thing...and you violated one of the most amazing females I have ever met...you made her doubt, fear and be ashamed...and it was all your fault!! *my fangs hover inches from his face as my fist goes in for another hit, his cheekbone blending with fragments of his eyesocket, the bone like pins stabbing through his flesh* you can speak you know...apologise perhaps...I'll pass on the message before I remove your disgusting tongue...*no answer, just the high keening cry of an abusive fucker having the tables turned* You know those two letters? N and O? *my hand spans his throat, hauling him off the ground, his feet dangling as he slowly chokes in my grip* they spell no...and you should respect those two little letters...no matter who fucking says them, dig? *unsheathing a blade with my free hand and throwing him into the opposite wall the plaster concaving beneath his rag doll impression as his back cracks with spine breaking ferocity into the wall* I love that sound...*his silence however...my anger swirls like a tornado, a red, blinding haze blurring my vision...bloodlust was a good mistress to serve and I willingly submit to her, crossing the small dirthole of an apartment, my blade stabbing through his shoulder and dragging him to a standing, the point burying through bone and impaling him on the wall. Cocking my head to one side* I killed someone else this way but I think death is too merciful...I'll leave you to feel it all...*winking, the razor points of my fangs distorting my voice to a dark purr of evil...rarely do I let this out...but fuck, she's family...and no one messes with my family. Another blade stabs through his other shoulder, one through each of his thighs...like an immobile Wheel of Fortune* What game should we play my little fucker? How about we remove the offending digits? hmm? The ones you used to touch my sister? *my smile is sweet, almost tender in its feral violence, taking his hand in a slow caress, the leather shielding my skin from the touch of his, fisting his forefinger with delicate deliberation* Did you use this one? *Crack!!! the bone snaps like a twig, the knuckle protruding, his scream a melody to my ears...next finger* this one? *growling now as I repeat the question snap...his digits loose and bleeding, broken chopsticks hanging from his hands* will you ever touch a female again? *frantic head shaking, his bobble head routine impressive under the pain that scents his body a beautiful musk, wetting my lips, my fingers stroking down my thighs to the top of my boot, withdrawing the small dagger embedded there* I heard you have a piercing...*his eyes bug wide, swollen eye bulging from beneath its broken socket, face nothing but bruised and exposed bone* I like piercings...*the whisper of my voice eclipsed by the metallic hiss over the fly of his jeans* how about we remove it...slowly? *fangs glinting as I flash a wicked smile* again...will you ever touch another female? *my lips to his ear as he whimpers, blade slicing the denim, stomach rolling at the thought of what he could have done if she hadn't been with a friend...of what he WOULD have done...purring* I'll make sure you don't...aren't I kind? *rational thought hiding in the face of my murderous temper as I set to work making good on that*
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