My Perfect Weapon

He stood outside Trevor's house. He wasn't worried about someone seeing him. If he didn't want them to, noone would ever know he was there. He watched as Trevor opened the front door and called out. Noone answered. Good. He didn't want any interuptions.Trevor was about to pay for what he had done to Skylar. To his angel.

He saw Trevor open the window of his bedroom and light a joint. He smiled to himself as he made his way to the front door. He knew exactly how to make Trevor pay and Trevor was making it easy for him. It was almost sad really. He had been hoping for more of a challenge.

He rang the door bell and listened as Trevor franticaly put out the joint. When he heard the bedroom door open and close, he quickly jumped from the ground to the roof of the porch. He landed soundlessly and made his way through the open window. He proped himself up on the bed and waited.

When Trevor opened the bedroom door and saw him on the bed he stopped. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Funny, Amber asked me the same thing."
"What? How the fuck did you get in here?"

In a flash he was on Trevor pinning him to the floor. "You shouldn't leave your windows open." He said letting his eyes turn red and his fangs slide down.
"What are you?" Trevor asked with fear showing in his eyes.

A cold smile touched his lips as he answered. "Your worst nightmare." he said as he applied a quick pressure to Trevor's arms snapping both of them. He got up off of him but stayed kneeling beside him.

Trevor was crying out in pain. "Oh, does it hurt?" He asked in a mocking tone. "How do you think Skylar felt when you tripped her and knocked her knee cap out of place?" He asked as he placed a hand on Trevor's knee. Again he applied pressure, snapping his leg at he knee. "Or when you tripped her again and then kicked her injured knee?" He said as he moved his hand to the other knee and snapped it.

Again Trevor cried out. "I'm sorry." he sobbed.

"Oh, now you're sorry." He grabbed Trevor by the front of his shirt and dragged him from the room. He pulled him down the stairs not caring that Trevor screamed out each time his broken legs hit the steps. He brought him through the kitchen and into the the garage.

When he made it to the garbage cans stored in the garage he stopped. He dropped Trevor long enough to take the lid off one of the garbage cans. Then he picked him back up but this time by his hair. He lifted Trevor into the garbage can leaving only his head exposed.

"You shouldn't trip people, Trevor." He said placing his hands on both side's of Trevor's head. "When you trip someone they could fall. Do you know what could happen if you fall, Trevor? You could break something. Who's the piece of garbage now?" And with a quick twisting motion he snapped Trevor's neck and let his body fall into the garbage can.

As with Amber he felt the surge of energy flow through his body as Trevor died. For a moment it overwhelmed him and he dropped to his knees. When he stood up, he felt stronger. He felt a new hunger within him and he knew it to be bloodlust. He had finally become. It was time to pay Skylar a visit, but not in a dream this time. This time it was for real. But first he had to take care of this hunger. He didn't want to take the chance of losing control and hurting his angel.