Dark Escort

‘Hmm, interesting.’ The female remarked as she read over the paper that was loosely clutched in her hand, one of her legs crossed over the other as she sat on the mangled mess of a blood coated body with some blood caking her face and dress as well. Thorn, out of sheer boredom decided to assault a passerby and have a little fun; apparently, this passer by was one who was delivering a job request to Legal Guilds. It appeared as though he would not be doing that anymore; what a pity. Laycie quirked an eyebrow as a smirk lit her visage, her Greed eyes scanning the contents of the job again. ‘Quite interesting.’ This job was apparently, requesting a wizard to escort this royal boy to a ball as he was unsuccessful in finding an escort, mainly due to his rather unpleasant attitude at the recent loss of his dear mother. A million thoughts walked into Thorn’s mind as she imagined various scenarios thinking about how fun this would turn out to be. A human with a broken heart and unpleasant attitude; the amount of fun and amusement he could provide made Thorn tingle with anticipation. It seemed as though she knew what she would be doing on this day.

Luckily for Thorn, she had an extra dress just in case she was in a mood to kill someone; after all, she couldn’t roam around wearing blood-caked clothes, could she? Changing into those, the female made her way to the address on the job sheet and peered up at the majestic house that stood in all its glory in front of her. Despite seeming grand and radiating a feeling of superiority, the woman was not impressed in the least. ‘These humans; such interesting and foolish creatures.’ As she spoke that, Thorn made her way towards the door and did what she was quite a master in; the art of deception. She framed her visage to encompass a look of innocence and goodness just as the door opened and a maid greeted. Showing the job sheet, the woman spoke, ‘Hello! I’m a wizard from Fairy Tail and I received this job sheet and decided to come!’ The maid excitedly nodded at her, glad that someone had shown up to escort their young master to a ball.

The maid gave Thorn a white coloured dress which she changed into and it hugged her frame perfectly making her appear more of an angel than a demon. ‘Quite ironic. But so deceptive as well.’ She remarked, admiring her appearance in the mirror as thoughts of the events that were bound to follow encompassed her head. A loud knock on the door disrupted her thoughts and she knew that it was finally show time; time to have some fun. Opening the door, her green eyes were not surprised to gaze upon a face plastered with an angry and exasperated expression. ‘You must be the one who’s escorting me. Well, hurry it up, we don’t have all day!’ He started walking off, not waiting for her to follow. A smirk lit Thorn’s face as she sensed the dark presence that emitted from him. ‘Coming.’ With that, she followed him as they headed towards the location of the ball.

Not surprisingly, a vast number of people were present when the duo had arrived there. None of them had exchanged a word during the entire ride however, Laycie didn’t mind for the real fun would start now. She noticed her escort, whose name was supposedly, William, walk into the direction of the bar and order a few drinks for himself as he drowned them down in one gulp. This was going far better than expected and the fact that the music started playing right at that moment made it so much better.

Making her way over to William, the female rested her hands on his shoulders and she stood on her tiptoes so that her mouth was right beside his ear. ‘Quite a nice song, isn’t it?’ The woman whispered huskily, ‘Why don’t we go dance for a while?’ Glancing at her, seemingly attracted a bit by her bold approach, William shrugged and followed Thorn as she took his hand, leading him to the dance floor. They got into their position with both of his hands on her waist and hers around his neck as Thorn closed the distance between them as much as she could. Their faces were very close now but it didn’t appear as though he minded it in the least. Beginning in a soft voice as they swayed to the music, Thorn spoke. ‘I heard about your mother. I have to say I’m really sorry to hear that and trust me when I say this that I know how you feel. I’ve been in the same position before when I lost my parents and it’s not easy at all.’ A look of fury and curiosity encompassed William’s visage as he wondered what Thorn wanted to exactly say. ‘I don’t need your pity, okay. Just dance.’ This seemed to make the demon more amused as she then continued speaking.

‘I wasn’t giving you any pity. In fact, I wanted to give you some advice. Why don’t you get that pent up anger out? It’s no good keeping it in yourself; you’re only going to make yourself suffer by this.’ Another fact that Thorn had noticed was William’s father and his intimacy with another woman in one corner which everyone seemed to not have noticed. The sequence of events was turning out to be better than she had expected. ‘Oh my! William-kun, isn’t that your father? And he’s with another lady.’ The male just looked in that direction and sighed. ‘That bastard is always with other ladies. And I’m just shocked that mom died recently and he isn’t even affected by it. It makes me angry.’

‘William-kun.’ Thorn spoke softly, her voice cutting deep into his soul and entrancing him. ‘Could it be that perhaps your father killed your mother so he could be with other women?’ By the look on William’s face, Thorn guessed that he probably figured this out but had refused to believe it. Interesting. However, it was time he did; after all, both of them knew it was the truth. ‘I mean, think about it. It’s a huge possibility; in fact, I’m certain he did. Now he’s just making out with other women. Disgusting. A man like him should die, shouldn’t he?’ Whilst speaking, Thorn had managed to completely press her body onto William’s and whisper in his ears; the way the woman gets men under her control. ‘And wouldn’t it be even better if you killed him yourself? The man who killed his own wife, your mother, deserves to die, doesn’t he? And you should be the one doing that. Hurt him far more brutally than he hurt you. I know you want to, right?’ William only nodded in reply as a dark look – one that Thorn loved – overtook his features. He walked over to a table and grasped a knife in his hand, from where he walked to over to the place his father was and tapped him on the shoulder to gain his attention. As the father turned around, taking a break from his wild make-out session, a knife and a crazed look on William’s face greeted him.

Thorn could not help the roar of laughter than erupted from her as the whole mob of people started screaming at William to stop the continuous slashes he was doing on his father’s chest; a father who was now dead. Taking this opportunity as a distraction, the woman presumed in locking all of the doors that could lead out of the ballroom. Now, time to have some serious fun. Grabbing knives and forks from the table, Thorn put each one in between her fingers and started aiming it at random people as they all fell once the sharp object hit them right behind their head. Finally, the people noticed her and their attention directed from William who was now sitting on the floor, surrounded in a river of blood. The mob of people screamed as Thorn cackled once more, enjoying the sounds of sheer torment that echoed in her ears as the knives and forks flew around the room, hitting their target one by one. And the people weren’t able to do anything; the doors were locked; they were weaponless; they were terrified. Moreover, there is hardly much you can against a magic user when you’re a pathetic human.

After a short while, messes of bodies with eyes bulging and a fork or knife extending from their heads lay on the ground. Only one person was left; William. Making her way over to him as she rubbed a little bit of the blood that was spread on her entire face and dress, the woman crouched down in front of him and patted his head. ‘Good boy, William-kun. You did really well and now, darling, I’ll send you to a much better place. One you’ll love~’ The boy, surprisingly, had failed to notice the screams and blood that was spread over the entire ballroom as his wallowed in his own self-pity. ‘Better place?’ He asked, his voice seeing so distant. ‘Aye.’ As Thorn spoke that word, her eyes glowed the bloody-red that they were. William, having finally noticed, backed away a bit and it was only then, his surroundings made sense to him. ‘W-WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!’

‘Oh, this. I just decided to have a little fun.’ The woman shrugged as she got up and looked down at William who stared at her with fear-stricken eyes. ‘And I still feel as though something is incomplete. And I know what it is. You, William; you’re the cherry on top of this beautiful cake.’ The male scrambled to his feet but Thorn was fast as she caught hold of his collar and dragged him into the middle of the room where she threw him down as Thorn put the heel of her shoe on his throat, trying to choke him whilst he struggled to get her foot off. ‘I have to say, I had a lot of fun today. But unfortunately, we won’t be able to meet again. So sad.’ The girl bent down a bit and ran her hand through his hair, her sharp nails sinking into his scalp. Grabbing a butcher knife from a nearby table – where it seemed to be placed along with some food – Thorn slashed the knife across William’s throat, not allowing his scream to echo as his head slowly separated from the rest of his body; guess, she had slashed a little too deep. ‘Whoops.’

Making her way to the music booth, Thorn played the ballroom music and swayed to it, dancing by herself in the littered ballroom of bloodied bodies, in the now dark crimson coloured dress. She looked far from an angel now; she appeared to be a correct presentation of a demon. ‘What a beautiful ball this turned out to be~’ The girl giggled to herself as she danced the night away in the quiet and gory ballroom.