Klaus has a minion!

Minion the Bloodbear

The modern day Jack the Ripper

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Role-play Status: Always open

"You went through another one already? This is so unlike you. You normally take your time toying with them."

I looked up slowly, eyes coming to rest on my dearest sister, Aleera. "His constant crying annoyed me." I gave her a lazy smile, sighing as I slouched in my chair. Her nose wrinkled in disapproval. "Don't slouch, it's unflattering.... You seem depressed, what's wrong?" I found myself sighing once more as I stood. "Nothing." The reply was short, the tone enough to make her raise a brow before turning to leave. I watched as she closed the door behind her. My gaze drifted down to the motionless body at my feet. A pretty boy. Didn't even look a day over sixteen. I never bothered asking his age. Crouching down beside him, I trailed my fingers over his cheek, down to the slit across his neck. It was only a matter of time before his blood would ruin my floor. I lifted him, taking him down to the cellar. Disposing of his body was the last thing on my mind. That could be dealt with later. I dropped the body without a second thought, scowling as I noticed he'd bled onto my shirt. I stripped it off, dropping it beside him before heading back up the stairs. As I reached the living room, I saw Aleera putting her violin into its case. She looked up as she heard my footsteps. "Oh don't walk around half naked, it's indecent." She frowned, which pulled a smile to my face as I ascended the stairs to return to my room. I got to work, cleaning up the blood, grunting softly. In hindsight, I should've thought to put a tarp down before I slit the boys throat. I'd just about finished cleaning up when I heard someone at the door.

"Klaus! Vladimir's here!"

I glanced up as I heard Aleera's voice from downstairs. Oh right, she'd invited Vladimir over for dinner and drinks. I stood, not bothering to put a shirt on as I headed downstairs. I made my way to the door, extending a somewhat... bloody hand to greet the man. I'd become more than familiar with him over the years. He was very close to Aleera, having spent so much time with her. I knew he was a vampire, but I wasn't afraid of him. He was like an... uncle to me. The sort of family member that you saw every now and then for holidays and birthdays. He seemed to stand a bit straighter as he noticed the blood on my hands. Aleera looked a bit... nervous. That was a look that I rarely saw on her face. I watched her curiously until she realized that I was staring at her. ".... What are you gawking at? Go get washed up for dinner." She said, shooing me back upstairs. "All right, all right! Don't get your knickers in a twist woman." I frowned. I went to my bathroom, quickly washing up and changing into some fresh clothes. Once I put a loose tie around my neck, I walked out of my room. I was just about to head downstairs when I heard Vladimir and Aleera arguing in the study.

"Goddammit Aleera! I told you to watch him! I told you this would happen and you just rolled your eyes and ignored me! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Vladimir growled angrily. "Keep your voice down!" Aleera hissed back. "I can't watch him every second of every day. You're overreacting, Vladimir. He's a good kid, you know he is!" I jumped a bit as Vladimir slammed his hands down on top of the desk. "It doesn't matter, Aleera! He killed someone! I put off checking up on him. I gave him the benefit of the doubt for your sake! Aleera, I can't just ignore that he killed someone!" He kept shouting despite Aleera's attempts to quiet him. "It's not his fault. If you need to blame someone, blame me. I'm the one that got rid of his humanity. If you feel the need to punish someone, punish me. Don't give me that look. Master vampire or not, if you touch him, I won't hesitate to kill you." The study became quiet at that point. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Nobody ever threatened Vladimir. Threatening him was like signing your own death warrant. The silence stretched on for nearly ten minutes before Aleera spoke again. ".... Vladimir... You know that I love him with all my heart. He's my little brother, and I will protect him for all eternity. What if it were you? What if I was Klaus, and you were me? What would you do then?" I heard Vladimir sigh. ".... I would be doing exactly what you're doing.... Aleera, I know he's a good kid. I'm just worried that he's going down a path that he's going to regret in the future. The fact that he killed someone and didn't show the slightest bit of remorse proves to me that he's a natural born killer.... This isn't the first one is it?" I knew that she was shaking her head. "..... How is it that hes killed more than one person, and I'm only just now finding out?" He asked. "What can I say? He's incredibly talented when it comes to cleaning up.... Now are we done? I'm sure dinner's ready by now." I started to walk downstairs as I heard them exit the study, deciding not to let them know that I'd overheard their conversation.

We entered the dining room, settling down as we began to eat. The dinner itself was... quiet. "... So Klaus, how's work going?" I looked across the table at Vladimir as he spoke, slowly setting my wine glass down. "Fine. I started a new book quite recently in fact." I replied. He smiled a bit. "Oh? What's this one about?" I felt a smirk tug at my lips. ".... A serial killer." He was lifting his wine glass to his lips when I answered him, and I watched as he hesitated. We stared at each other silently until the servants brought in dessert. I was a little surprised when Vladimir stopped talking after receiving my answer, but I didn't pick at the subject. The servants began to clean up as we finished, and it was finally time for Vladimir to leave. He said goodbye to Aleera, giving her a kiss on the cheek as their hug ended. Then he turned to me, pulling me into a tight hug. "Watch your step, boy, or I'll make life very difficult for you." He murmured into my ear. We stared directly into each others eyes as he let go of me. I smirked up at him calmly. "Is that a threat, uncle?" I asked, obviously amused. "No. It's a promise." He replied before turning back to Aleera. "I'll check up on you soon. Take care of yourself." And with that, he was gone.

Aleera didn't move for a moment after he left, as if she were waiting to see if he'd come back. Then she turned and looked at me. "You should know better than to disrespect Vladimir." She stared at me as I leaned against the door frame. "You mean like how you disrespected him in the study?" I asked, raising my eyebrows curiously. Her eyes narrowed. "It's different with me. He knows that I mean no disrespect. The only reason why he didn't thrash you on the spot is because you're my little brother. I love you, but if you continue to disrespect him, you will be punished. Remember that he's the one in charge here, not you." Her voice held a dangerous edge, one that made it very clear that arguing was not a good idea. I looked down at the floor, nodding to show that I understood. Aleera was the one person that I would obey without question. I normally don't take orders, but I do if they come from her. She turned away, grabbing her violin shortly before she headed upstairs. I followed after her a moment later, lingering in the hallway outside of her door as I listened to her play. She was an extraordinary violinist, but I suppose that came along with being a vampire. Being a vampire meant that you had an endless amount of time to become an expert at anything. "An endless amount of time....." The thought crossed my mind, and I found myself smiling slowly.

A few days passed before I decided to talk to Aleera about something that had been on my mind. We were in the sitting room when I decided to bring the subject up. I was writing, and she was reading a book. I looked up from my laptop as she stood and started to head out of the room. "Hey Aleera? Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked as she reached the edge of the coffee table. "Yeah, just give me a moment. I want to make some tea." She called back. I was out of my seat in an instant. "I want you to turn me." I said suddenly, causing Aleera to stop dead in her tracks. "No." Was her only reply. I followed after her as she left the room. "Why not? I want you to." She shook her head, brushing her hair out of her face. "Klaus, it's not up for discussion." She replied as she looked over at me. I dug my nails into my palms as she turned away to head to the kitchen. "What if I just found another vampire and asked them to turn me?" I snapped back. "They'd laugh in your face and drain you dry." I frowned at her answer. "That can't possibly be true. I'm going to go find one." I muttered as I grabbed my coat and headed to the door. Without warning, Aleera slammed me against a wall, staring at me coldly. "If you're so against me finding someone else to turn me, then turn me yourself!" I growled angrily. "I don't want you to have this sort of life. Being a vampire is more difficult than you think. Don't you dare try to manipulate me into turning you. I will not turn you, and you will not seek out another vampire to turn you either. Blood or not, you're my brother, and you will do as I tell you." She hissed angrily. I found myself looking down at the floor, unable to pull away from her. She was holding my shoulder, her grip like a vice. ".... I'm sorry. I won't...." I murmured, flinching as she tightened her grip a bit. "Promise me." She demanded firmly. ".... I promise...."

The next few days were... quiet, and I was starting to suffer from boredom. So I did the one thing that I could think of. I began to annoy Aleera. So much in fact, that she suddenly grabbed me by the collar of my shirt as if she were going to strangle me. "Do me a favor. Go out and find something to do. I swear at this rate, you're going to get your eyes clawed out." She scowled, obviously beyond annoyed at that point. I frowned, swatting at her hand. "Fine, fine. You don't have to be so rude about it." I gave her a light kiss on the forehead before I headed out. Since Aleera had threatened me and demanded that I leave her alone, I decided to go to a club. The man at the door was turning everyone away. Everyone except me. With a short nod, he pulled the velvet rope from my path and allowed me inside. The music was so loud that I could feel it rocking my very core. I was originally only there to get out of the house and drink a bit, but then a young man began to flirt with me and settled himself down onto a bar stool beside me. I bought him several drinks, until he was so drunk that he nearly fell out of his seat. I offered to take him home and he gladly accepted. Even once I got him into my car, he couldn't sit still. He kept commenting on how my eyes were such a brilliant shade of blue. After about twenty minutes, I pulled up to his house. He lived in a house outside of the city. I'd seen the woods behind it as we pulled up, knowing that it'd be perfect for what I was planning. He was laughing as he fiddled with my hair. I simply smiled and got out of the car, walking around the front and to his door to open it and help him out. He fell against me, laughing softly and smiling up at me. I returned the smile and helped him inside. I could tell that he lived alone. That meant that I'd be able to take my time with him, and that made me incredibly happy. As he stumbled forward into his living room, he used the back of his couch to steady himself. That was his first mistake: he turned his back on me. He babbled on about something before he finally turned around. By that time, I was holding my favorite knife. The soft smile on his face slowly began to fade as he realized what my intentions were.

The second he saw a smirk tug at my lips, he tried to run from me. He immediately ran for the woods, as if he thought that he would be safe there. I ran after him, a bit surprised with how fast he could run despite being so drunk. Once I got close enough, I lunged at him. I managed to hook an arm around his waist, causing us both to roll down a small hill. The crunching of the leaves beneath us was masked by my heart pounding in my ears. We came to a stop, and I found myself a bit dizzy from the tumble. It took my mind a moment to catch up as I watched him frantically trying to get up. I got up, immediately grabbing one of his legs. He panicked, trying to pull himself free. My grip tightened. I obviously had no intention of letting him run, and he knew that. He suddenly yanked his foot away and threw it back, hitting me directly in the face. My nose started to bleed, but luckily for him he hadn't broken it. I grabbed him by his foot again, dragging him back despite how he screamed to let him go. Once I got him beneath me, I punched him hard across the face. I grabbed his neck, holding him down by it as I stared at him. I smirked, watching him flinch each time my blood dripped onto his face. I let out a cold laugh as he stared up at me. There was fear in his eyes. "This could have been so much easier for the both of us. But you just had to be difficult, didn't you? I always make my playthings very happy before I get rid of them. Unfortunately for you, that's not an option now." I smiled down at him, listening to him whimper softly. "Please don't do this. Please don't hurt me..."

I rose a brow at his plea, laughing once more. "Don't hurt you? You mean like you hurt me?" I replied, using one hand to smear my blood across his face. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to behave now, or else I'll take a page from my sister's book and break your neck. Do you understand me so far?" I asked, smirking as he nodded quickly. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you to. If you disobey me or run from me again, you will be punished..... although, I'm actually glad that you decided to run to the woods." I murmured as I held him down. "W-W-Why?" He asked softly. I leaned down to his ear, breathing out lightly. "I don't have to worry about making a mess out here. I can take my time with you, and most importantly...... no one will hear you scream." I purred, causing him to struggle a bit. I punched him hard across the face to emphasize that I wouldn't tolerate his disobedience. As I pulled out my knife once more, I heard him whimper. "How unfortunate for you that I like to take my time." I grinned down at him. I spent the next few hours toying with him until I became bored. Listening to his crying simply began to annoy me. I quickly got rid of him, and then I went home. I was ready to get back to writing my newest book with added inspiration from my latest escapades. Unfortunately for me, it seemed as though someone had other plans for me. A few days later, I was walking to my car after a night at the bar. It happened so quickly, that I barely realized what was going on. All I remember is that I was hit from behind and severely beaten before I was thrown into a van.

"You chose the wrong boy to murder, you sick son of a bitch." A woman's voice reached my ears. Despite how disoriented I was, I heard that her name was Victoria.... and that she was the sister of my last victim. After what seemed like an hour, I was dragged out of the van and shoved forward. I heard what sounded like the door to a warehouse being closed behind me, and shortly after I entered the building, I was forced to sit. I was already bleeding, but Victoria seemed determined to make it worse. She was a woman who was out for revenge, but she made the mistake of taking her time. I sat there, hands bound tightly behind my back and tethered to the chair. "Why'd you kill him?" I looked up at the question, staring at her in silence. "Why did you kill him?!" She snapped, stepping forward. At that point, a smirk crossed my lips. "Because I was bored." I could tell that my answer had caught her off guard. "I bet you thought that I was settling some personal vendetta. I wasn't. I picked your brother up at some bar. I got him a few drinks and then I took him home. I had never met him before that night. I killed him because I could. I killed him because I wanted to. And you know what I did after I had my fun with him? I watched him bleed out." I taunted her. I could see her getting angrier with each passing second. Without warning, she stabbed a knife into my leg. I tensed up, but I refrained from voicing my discomfort. She kept her hand wrapped tightly around the handle as she stared me directly in the eyes. "In case you didn't know, that's your femoral artery. I'm going to watch you bleed out, just like you watched him." She hissed coldly. I simply smirked at her, choosing to remain silent. "Do you want to know what he said before he died?" I asked, causing her eyes to narrow. "He said 'Vicky, help me'." She inhaled sharply as tears started to cascade down her cheeks. I was starting to get light headed at that point, but the smirk never left my face. I closed my eyes tiredly, but I could've sworn that I heard Aleera's voice followed by a crash. "..... Klaus..... Klaus!" A sudden smack across my face made me open my eyes.

I found myself staring at Aleera. "..... How did you find me?...." I asked, blinking tiredly. "I used the GPS on your phone..... Are you okay?" She asked, eyes filled with worry. "I.... I might've made her... just a little angry." I murmured tiredly as she untied my hands. "How angry?" I slumped against her once my hands were free, trying to keep my eyes open. "..... Angry enough for her to nick my femoral artery...." I gave a soft chuckle, leaning back against the chair with her help. She wrapped her hand around the handle of the knife, pulling it from my leg. I winced as her hand covered the wound. The blood was seeping out despite her best attempt to stop it. "It.... It's not going to work, Aleera. Don't worry about it, you tried your best...." I murmured as her tears began to fall. She shook her head in silence, jaw setting. "No. I haven't tried my best." She kept her hand firmly over the wound even as she sunk her fangs into my neck. The sudden bite took me by surprise, causing me to inhale sharply. "Aleera wh-.... what are you..." I trailed off as the blood loss became more apparent to me. She pulled back and quickly bit her wrist as my eyes began to close. "Klaus don't you dare die." She hissed as she pushed my head back lightly. She held her wrist above my face, allowing her blood to drip into my mouth. She even started flexing her hand to get her blood flowing. I choked, leaning forward to cough it up. She wouldn't allow me to. At that point, she pressed her wrist to my lips, holding the back of my neck lightly. "Klaus, come on. You have to bite down." I lifted my hands to push her wrist away, but the blood loss had left me far too weak. After a few moments, I found myself grabbing onto her wrist and biting down.

My grip tightened as she let out a soft sigh of relief. The blood had lost its horrid, coppery taste only to become something far more... ambrosial. The taste was quickly becoming something that I craved more of. As I drank, I felt my strength returning to me. Aleera watched me closely, only pulling her wrist from my grip once she felt that I'd be okay. I inhaled with a hiss as I looked down at my leg. "What?" She murmured, touching the side of my face lightly. "My leg feels strange." She gave me a sympathetic smile. "That means you're healing. You'll get used to it. After awhile, you won't even notice it." She lifted my chin, staring into my eyes. ".... You're going to go to sleep now. Close your eyes...." My eyes fluttered at her words before closing completely. I'm not sure how long I slept, but I woke up in my bed. I sat up and quickly looked at my leg. The wound was completely gone, and there was no evidence that it had been there in the first place. As I got out of bed and wandered out into the hallway, I heard arguing coming from the study. I crept over to the top of the stairs to settle down and listen. Almost immediately, I recognized Vladimir's voice. He sounded angry. I decided to get closer to the study, silently making my way downstairs. The door was barely opened a crack, but I could hear what they were saying clearly.

"Vladimir, I had no choice. You know I wouldn't have done it without a good reason." Aleera sounded like she was trembling as she spoke. I heard Vladimir cross the room, away from her. "I..... I have no words for you at this moment. I can't possibly think of what I could say to you to make you understand just how idiotic this decision was. First, you rid him of his humanity, and then you turn him. Do you understand how dangerous you've made him? Aleera, he was a natural born killer once his humanity was gone. Do you have any idea how bad that will get now that he's a vampire?! His blood lust will get the best of him!" He shouted as he flipped a table onto its side. "He was going to die. I couldn't lose him, Vladimir." She sounded near tears, but Vladimir was absolutely livid. "Aleera, I can't allow him to just wander the streets. I need to stop this while I still can." He moved towards the door, but I heard her push him back. "No. Vlad, I've lost dozens of people that meant the world to me. Please don't make me relive the pain that I felt after I lost Richard...." The room fell silent. Vladimir was at a loss for words. He knew how much she'd loved Richard. I don't know why, but I suddenly pushed the door open lightly. They both looked over at me. Aleera seemed surprised that I was awake, and Vladimir's face was void of emotion. "Klaus, you're awake.... Uhm.... Vladimir was just stopping by to see if you were feeling okay." She lied, forcing a smile. I decided to humor her.

"How thoughtful of you, uncle Vlad." I murmured, leaning against the door frame. He nodded slowly, looking down at Aleera. ".... Yes well... I hate to cut this short, but I'm needed back at the council." Without another word, he left. I crossed my arms, staring over at Aleera. "Klaus.. How.... How do you feel?" She asked finally. "I feel fine. I feel fantastic, Aleera. I've never felt this good before." I smiled as she walked over to me. ".... How much of it did you hear?" She asked as she stared at me intently. I let out a soft sigh. "I'm not sure. I came down just before he flipped the table over." I murmured, stepping away from the door frame. I smiled over at her after a moment of silent, pulling her into a tight hug. "Aleera, I realize that you just want the best for me. You want to protect me, you always have.... But I'm not weak anymore. I can take care of myself. I..... I think maybe I should find my own place, where Vladimir won't constantly be using you as an excuse to see what I'm doing." I rested my chin on her head as I held onto her, waiting to see what she would say. "..... I'll allow that, but there will be some ground rules. Do you understand?" I nodded as much as I could before I let go of her. Although Aleera was a bit on edge about me moving out, she agreed to help me. She told me that I could move out on one condition. She had to approve of the place. I made the mistake of thinking that her decision would be an easy one. The only problem was that she didn't approve of any of the places that I found. We'd looked at over two dozen homes before I finally called on the help of a realtor.

She showed us four homes, and Aleera said 'no' each time. As we stood in the living room of a modern two story home that the realtor had decided to show us, I waited for Aleera to disapprove. ".... I like this one..." She said after a moment of silence. "I'll take it." I announced immediately with a sigh of relief. The realtor.... was a bit stunned at how quickly I made my decision. "Sir, the price-" She began, pausing as I put both of my hands up. "I don't care about the price, I'll pay it. You don't understand, woman. In order for me to move out, my sister has to approve of the house. We've been to thirty-five different-" I began, getting more irritated by the second until Aleera interrupted me. "Oh don't exaggerate, little brother..... we've only been to thirty." I took a deep breath, slowly trying to calm myself down. ".... As I said, I'll take it. Now hurry up and make that happen before she changes her mind." I snarled, causing the realtor to run off in a mild panic. ".... You should really learn to handle your temper, love." She murmured as she examined one of the glass walls. ".... We'll have to have the glass switched out for something that can withstand the abuse that it's likely to experience." She added before turning and walking away, leaving me standing there alone.

It took a little over three weeks to wrap everything up. I'd been very clear with the realtor that the deal was to be settled as quickly as humanly possible. Aleera did her part and made sure that the glass was switched out with something that could withstand a vampires rage without cracking. I was finally able to move in. I found myself falling backwards onto my couch, utterly exhausted from packing up my things back at the manor. I unbuttoned my shirt as I put my head back, slowly trying to cool myself off. Aleera was ready to leave when she walked in to say goodbye to me. She stopped in her tracks as her eyes landed on the layered cross necklace around my neck. "..... Why are you wearing that?" She asked after a moment of silence. I gave a slight shrug as I smirked. "I like the irony." She decided not to pick at the subject. "Yes well.... You're all moved in now. I have to take care of a few things in Berlin, so I'll check up on you when I get back. Celebrate your new home tonight. Stay out of trouble. I love you, little brother." She murmured before kissing me on the cheek and walking away. "Love you too, sister." I called after her. So she wanted me to celebrate? That was definitely something that I could do. After showering and changing into some fresh clothes, I went out to find myself something to celebrate with.

.: Six hours later :.
The room was almost completely silent. The only audible sound was that of my hands on the keyboard as I busily typed away. My publisher had been on my case lately, claiming that I wasn't communicating with her enough. I simply told her that the book that I was working on was nothing like what I usually wrote, and that it would be well worth the wait. It quelled her nagging for a bit, but she was still eager to receive it. She was afraid that I wouldn't meet my deadline. That silly woman. As I typed the last paragraph, I felt a shiver of delight run up my spine. Even though I was only writing it, it still gave me the same thrill that I got every time I found a new victim.

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. . . As we grow older, there are some people that wonder what it would be like to take a life. How you would do it. How you would cover it up. How it would feel.... But then the logical side of us takes over and we remember our morals. We remember that it's wrong and that we'd never even consider doing it.

I am not one of those people.

The sudden rush of adrenaline that comes after taking a life is just so.... intoxicating. Knowing that you're in control of whether they live or die.... The thrill, the sense of power, the excitement. I watched my newest victim sleep. The object of my desire lay motionless not six feet from me. She began to stir, whimpering softly as she realized that the room was too dark to see anything. I watched as the young woman crawled and felt her way around the room. She was trying to find a way out, completely oblivious to that fact that she wasn't alone. Still, I continued to wait. I enjoyed taking my time with my victims. When I did, it magnified the whole experience. Though I will admit, there have been times where I've been eager to torture them; where I wanted to rush through it simply to admire my work. I'd learned early on that it was better to wait. Rushing meant a rushed kill. A rushed kill meant a sloppy kill. A sloppy kill meant a ruined masterpiece. That's just what it was to me. In my mind, my murders were a masterpiece like that of the Mona Lisa. A masterpiece in the making. I'd started to daydream as I lurked in a corner of the room, only brought back to reality when I heard my victim begin to cry. I watched her for a few more moments before I finally stepped forward. I was barely able to contain my excitement as the adrenaline rushed through my veins. I eased down onto the floor near her silently, relaxing as she began to feel around once more. Her hand came down onto my chest, startling her as she realized that she wasn't alone. Her innocent young mind immediately determined that I was was in the same situation that she was in. She shook me frantically, and I could heard the panic in her voice. "Hey.... Hey, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She asked softly. I played the part, groaning as if I'd been unconscious until she shook me. "... What's your name?" She asked softly as she took my arm and helped me to sit up. "... Parker. Do you remember what happened?" I questioned. She shook her head, sniffling lightly. She visibly relaxed once she thought that she wasn't the only victim. "It'll be okay.." I murmured, and within minutes, she was clinging onto my arm as I stroked her hair. Luring someone into a false sense of security only to torture them greatly amuses me. A smirk began to form on my face as I comforted her and slid my hand into my coat. "..... It'll be okay.... It'll all be over soon......" I whispered into her ear, pulling my knife from my inner coat pocket under the cloak of darkness. ".... It'll all be over soon......"

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I sat back in my desk chair, reading over the last paragraph and making minor corrections. Once I was satisfied, I sent an email to my publisher with all of the necessary documents attached. My gaze drifted down to my desk as I got her usual email stating that she'd received everything. One of my knives was just lying there on the desk, silently tempting me to use it. I grabbed it and held it up in front of my face, staring at my distorted reflection in the steel. I heard groaning coming from the couch a few feet behind me, and I instantly smirked. My newest victim was finally starting to wake up. I rolled my chair out and stood, slowly walking over to the couch with my knife in hand. He opened his eyes slowly and lifted a hand, flinching just a bit as he touched a bruise on his cheek. I'd hit him fairly hard across the face when he wouldn't cooperate earlier that night. He blinked, trying to remember where he was exactly as he looked around. His eyes landed on me, and I could see the look of panic in his eyes. Before he had a chance to get up, I pinned him down onto the couch with my knee on his chest and my hand over his mouth. His face scrunched up as tears began to form in his eyes. "Shhhh...." I hushed him softly, smiling down at him as he stared up at me. I held my knife up in front of his face, smirking as his eyes went wide in fear.

".... It'll all be over soon......."

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Friends

Madam Aleera
Blood is thicker than water. I adore you more than anything, dear sister.

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Credits

Story written by me.

Coding from this thread.
Edited by me.

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