MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP, HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY
'I KEEP IT CAGED BUT I CAN'T CONTROL IT
The darkness flooded the air, seeping through the large gates but being unable to make it inside. The pair of blood shaded eyes stared up at the reflection of familiarity, yet it appeared to be unfamiliar. The pale hand ran down the grey silky, backless gown that adorned the body of the female, making her figure appear alluring. The long strands of raven hair folded over her head in a beautiful updo as the black studded shoes enhanced her beauty. This beauty remained unfamiliar. She stared upon herself. When was the last time she saw herself?
The girl standing before her did not look like a monster, she looked beautiful. She could sense a smile forming on her lips but when she met the gaze of crimson staring back at her, her stomach knotted watching the emotions of hatred swirling within the tornado of red.
Her expression once again turned blank as thoughts of destruction entered her mind, taking over her conscience. A smile crawled onto her face. A smile that brought her pleasure. Thoughts of destruction brought her such happiness, happiness she could not imagine.
She lifted the lids that covered her sight. She always wondered why humans were such heartless creatures. She always thought, if they claim to love someone, why do they hurt them? And today, she planned to find out. Did they receive the same sort of pleasure that she receives when she takes the life of an innocent. She planned to find out.
She moved, her heels clicking and the commotion echoed through the silent vicinity. Women stood at the bottom of the stairs in a line. The female didn't kill them, simply because they were obedient. They didn't go against what the female wished. She looked upon their faces to see tears in their eyes. Some of them whimpered and shivered as she passed by. They refused to meet her gaze. They were obedient, because she taught them to be. A lesson taught by taking the life of an insignificant individual who rebelled against her.
She went and sat on the comfortable couch that embroided the white vicinity of the large dining hall of the mansion she currently was ruling over. Her posture was elegant and her beauty was marvelous. The echo of footsteps rushed towards her. She listened carefully. Her partner for the night had appeared. She didn't turn her head as the footsteps halted before her. She raised her body and stood on her feet. Even with the shoes, adding inches to her height, her head reached his neck, causing her to crane it back and glance up at him.
She disliked tall people. She hated the feeling of having to crane her neck and look up at them. She hated the feeling of them looking down at her. She hated this moment when his crimson eyes collided with her, at par with the sinister aura that radiated but his power kneeled down before, bowing to her. The frame that covered his glasses was worn off by his large hand as he used his bare eyes to scan the female shamelessly. A smirk made its way onto his lips, "My partner for the night." His voice was intimidating, but not to her. His gaze was alluring, yet she found it loathsome. She admired his looks but she disliked him. That's just how she is.
Her lips twisted into a fake smile as she looked at him, Let's go, shall we?" Her voice was soft. His smirk stayed in its place as he flipped and walked, so she followed. The ride was short and he wasn't a gentleman. Her urge and excitement to kill him increased by each passing second. They walked in as he sneered at everyone, radiating a feeling of hatred towards the world. The female knew how he felt, but that made her resent him more.
He didn't go through what she did, he had no right to hate. She watched him in silence until he caught her. He smirked, thinking that she was attracted towards his looks, but he was wrong. He stepped closer but the female didn't step back. His hand lifted and pushed a strand of black hair behind her ear, "Annora, right?" The female stayed silent as her expression refused to change. Beautiful name, just like you." His smirk re-appeared as he inched closer. She didn't move but her hands itched to kill him. She licked her lips, wanting to know what a despicable, arrogant imbecile's blood tasted like.
A cough broke their movement as the man snapped his neck and glared at the individual responsible for that sound. He grabbed the crimson eyed female's pale wrist and grabbed her out and she followed, amused by his intentions. She knew what he wanted, but it was sad that he didn't know what she wanted, Once they entered the fresh air, he closed the glass doors and turned towards her, facing her back. She turned around, now holding a crimson blade that suddenly appeared from nowhere.
His eyes widened as hers twinkled in amusement. The music halted as the male's scream echoed through the vicinity. People gathered to see what had happened and their eyes widened at the puddle of blood. She stood there, smiling, "You're next." These words were enough to cause chaos. Within an hour, blood coated every corner of the white, elegant ball room. Bodies lay lifelessly on the ground, with their limbs scattered. The female stood there, her grey dress stained with blood, "Shame, I liked that dress."
The girl standing before her did not look like a monster, she looked beautiful. She could sense a smile forming on her lips but when she met the gaze of crimson staring back at her, her stomach knotted watching the emotions of hatred swirling within the tornado of red.
Her expression once again turned blank as thoughts of destruction entered her mind, taking over her conscience. A smile crawled onto her face. A smile that brought her pleasure. Thoughts of destruction brought her such happiness, happiness she could not imagine.
She lifted the lids that covered her sight. She always wondered why humans were such heartless creatures. She always thought, if they claim to love someone, why do they hurt them? And today, she planned to find out. Did they receive the same sort of pleasure that she receives when she takes the life of an innocent. She planned to find out.
She moved, her heels clicking and the commotion echoed through the silent vicinity. Women stood at the bottom of the stairs in a line. The female didn't kill them, simply because they were obedient. They didn't go against what the female wished. She looked upon their faces to see tears in their eyes. Some of them whimpered and shivered as she passed by. They refused to meet her gaze. They were obedient, because she taught them to be. A lesson taught by taking the life of an insignificant individual who rebelled against her.
She went and sat on the comfortable couch that embroided the white vicinity of the large dining hall of the mansion she currently was ruling over. Her posture was elegant and her beauty was marvelous. The echo of footsteps rushed towards her. She listened carefully. Her partner for the night had appeared. She didn't turn her head as the footsteps halted before her. She raised her body and stood on her feet. Even with the shoes, adding inches to her height, her head reached his neck, causing her to crane it back and glance up at him.
She disliked tall people. She hated the feeling of having to crane her neck and look up at them. She hated the feeling of them looking down at her. She hated this moment when his crimson eyes collided with her, at par with the sinister aura that radiated but his power kneeled down before, bowing to her. The frame that covered his glasses was worn off by his large hand as he used his bare eyes to scan the female shamelessly. A smirk made its way onto his lips, "My partner for the night." His voice was intimidating, but not to her. His gaze was alluring, yet she found it loathsome. She admired his looks but she disliked him. That's just how she is.
Her lips twisted into a fake smile as she looked at him, Let's go, shall we?" Her voice was soft. His smirk stayed in its place as he flipped and walked, so she followed. The ride was short and he wasn't a gentleman. Her urge and excitement to kill him increased by each passing second. They walked in as he sneered at everyone, radiating a feeling of hatred towards the world. The female knew how he felt, but that made her resent him more.
He didn't go through what she did, he had no right to hate. She watched him in silence until he caught her. He smirked, thinking that she was attracted towards his looks, but he was wrong. He stepped closer but the female didn't step back. His hand lifted and pushed a strand of black hair behind her ear, "Annora, right?" The female stayed silent as her expression refused to change. Beautiful name, just like you." His smirk re-appeared as he inched closer. She didn't move but her hands itched to kill him. She licked her lips, wanting to know what a despicable, arrogant imbecile's blood tasted like.
A cough broke their movement as the man snapped his neck and glared at the individual responsible for that sound. He grabbed the crimson eyed female's pale wrist and grabbed her out and she followed, amused by his intentions. She knew what he wanted, but it was sad that he didn't know what she wanted, Once they entered the fresh air, he closed the glass doors and turned towards her, facing her back. She turned around, now holding a crimson blade that suddenly appeared from nowhere.
His eyes widened as hers twinkled in amusement. The music halted as the male's scream echoed through the vicinity. People gathered to see what had happened and their eyes widened at the puddle of blood. She stood there, smiling, "You're next." These words were enough to cause chaos. Within an hour, blood coated every corner of the white, elegant ball room. Bodies lay lifelessly on the ground, with their limbs scattered. The female stood there, her grey dress stained with blood, "Shame, I liked that dress."
MEL @ WW
