Ashlandil
I wanted to break things, and kill anyone who tried to stop me.
I missed the dark ages where you could massscre an entire village and they'd blame it on wolves or the plague.
Breath hissed between my teeth as I left the venue behind, not bothering to get my shit or let anyone know.
Fuck all of them.
Fucking useless humans and bitchy angels.
Not sleep with me anymore? Fine. We could see how long she lasted without my intervention.
Fuck her.
Andy could have her!
I stalked forward, my eyes flicking between the clubs that were just really getting busy this time of night. I flashed my ID as I stepped into one, the bouncer nodding at me.
The music was loud, thumping through the floor, and the flashing colored lights were disorienting as I stumbled my way to the bar.
I was so fucking hungry.
That red head hadn't sated me enough with her blood to make a difference, and Kenali was no longer an option.
Well I didn't need her, I thought, motioning for a stiff drink. I didn't need any of them!
I chugged the whiskey, feeling it burn all the way down my throat.
I didn't have to love her.
I didn't have to love anyone.
"Another!" I hissed, motioning for my third. The bartender stared at me, obviously wondering at my tolerance, then just poured me another, shaking his head.
I glanced back, seeing the dancing blonde whirling between men on the floor, her makeup loud and thick, perfume probably stagnant.
I twisted on my stool, watching derisively as she staggered on the floor, too many drinks and too high of heels ruining her balance. She giggled as she fell into a couple who sent her dirty looks.
She was easy prey.
I tossed some money on the bar as I stood, her eyes meeting mine across the floor. I tilted my head in the direction of the door, and then started in its direction; I didn't want anyone to see us together.
Not when she wasn't going to survive the night.


I sighed, letting my head rest against the red-splattered wall in contentment, watching as it dripped from the light fixture, the screams still ringing through my ears.
I'd needed that way too much.
I glanced at the bed where the girl --- I'd never asked her name --- laid, her body still. The purple sheets had black stains all over, the white walls redecorated.
Her spicy scent was everywhere.
I yawned, stretching my arms.
I hadn't murdered anyone in years, at least not while sober, and it had been so ... Refreshing.
I loved causing harm to His precious little creations.
They had no idea how easy they had it, how many different chances at life and love they could have, when I was cursed for eternity to love one woman who would never feel the same way about me, neither of them had.
What had I done to be so repulsive to love?
That's all I had ever wanted in this world...
I sighed; I'd vented my rage, and now I was done, completely spent. I hadn't been so creative with a kill since Jack the Ripper.
And I didn't have fingerprints or DNA they could ever trace back to me, so I would never worry about anything like that; those worries had never entered my mind.
It was almost too easy.
It was almost like we were made to kill them rather then save them.
I chuckled slightly.
I could feel the crimson blood starting to dry on my skin where I sat between the dresser and the wall, unmoving. I'd staggered here a few minutes ago and just hadn't moved, my head dropped into my hands.
I probably shouldn't have done that.
But I needed it.
If I couldn't have Kenali, I had to get my fix somewhere else. Whether it meant murdering humans or drinking their blood, I didn't care. I would suffer a while until I got my sins under control, and my feelings, so I could just fuck them and not have to splatter them across the walls.
But then again, it was an art form.
I lifted my head slightly, gazing around at the new paint scheme.
I'd gotten a little messy, admittedly, and gotten it in my hair.
I sighed, rubbing my face.
I needed to fuck.
But the only one who excited me was Kenali, and it made me want to hate her for it; why had she done this to me?
I'd only lost control once with her...
I'd done worse before.
She couldn't hold it against me forever... Especially when she needed to feed.
Andy wasn't going to last forever, and I refused to believe he cared about her so much that he would Fall to be with her. And Cronus was just a jackass, he definitely wasn't going to stay around.
So she would need me.
I just had to give it time.
And I had all the time in the world.
I half smiled, and then forced myself to my feet, heading toward her bathroom. I stepped inside and turned the water on, letting it rush over my hair and clothes and send all the blood into the drain; I watched it swirl in fascination.
She'd been a little too spicy for my taste, but satisfying nonetheless.
I turned the water off when most of the evidence was off my skin, and stepped out, using one of her towels to dry my hair and dry off.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my burning red eyes, the... was that horns?
I blinked, pressing closer to the mirror.
Well, hot damn, I was growing horns.
That was a new one.
I chuckled again, and tossed the towel away, watching as darkness crawled under my skin.
If I went like this too much, it would consume me like it had Raza and I would go on a murdering spree, and I was sure I could kill more then just thirty humans in a building; I would take out cities.
And oh wouldn't it be fun?
But that wasn't my plan, no, I just needed to wait, give it time, and she would come back to me.
That's what I wanted to believe anyway.
I glanced forward as I heard the roommate come in, and grimaced, glancing at the window. I shoved it open and glanced down, seeing the seven story drop.
Well, it was almost like flying.
I quickly crawled out and fell the necessary drop, landing hard on my feet and lightly breaking the concrete beneath me, feeling the impact all the way through my legs.
I grimaced, and glanced up as I heard a mortified scream.
I just needed to give it time.

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