I awoke feeling very... sick. I looked over at Gregory angerily, he grinned up at me wildly. I tilted my head giving my doll a very odd look. "What?" I say viciously. He just sneered at me, then froze, going back to his doll-like form. I was confused, why was my doll so happy, why did my head hurt? And, WHY the fuck couldn't I realize what happened last night? Apep hopped up on my bed in his little yorkie form he enjoyed. He licked my face, he seemed guilty of something. Like he knew something, that I didn't. Why was everyone acting so.. strange?
Awe, Kesi, I'm sorry.
Sorry about what?
You don't remember last night do you?
I do, but at the same time, I don't.
Oh, sweetie, let me tell you, let me help you feel guilty for what you've done.
I felt even more confused, even more weird. But then, I saw images of what had happened, how Kris said my middle name. How I broke down into my anxiety, depression mode. How he kissed me, twice . Conscience was right, I did feel guilty, but I only felt guilty for Edward. I love Edward. But Kris, he put thoughts in my head when I was vulnerable. I felt my eyes turn a dark, deep, deathly red. I was done, I was pissed. No, I was MORE than pissed. This was ridiculous, I couldn't do this. I officially wanted Kris dead, yeah, I might have feelings for him. But he took advantage of me. Of something I told him when we were in love, when we were engaged. How could someone do that, to another person?
Okay, I eat people. I do that to other people, but I trusted Kris, and now, anything I've ever felt for him before, was now gone. I wanted Kris dead, I wanted to torture the crap out of that asshole. I was going to tie him down, and start cutting random pieces off of him. I was going to kill him, but make him watch every moment of it. I was going to serve myself a wonderful dinner tonight, this was going to be my worst torture yet. I was done. Fuck you conscience, I'm not listening to you at all today. I'm listening to myself, I'm listening to all my urges to hurt and kill people. I hate him, I hate him, I HATE HIS FUCKING GUTS.
I got up off my bed and breathed heavy. I was well rested, that's good, I wouldn't get as weak when fighting him. Who gives a fuck if he's an assassin, he couldn't spend one night at Pilgrim, that's the real hell. But wait until I get done with him, that is hell. My plan for him, I'm positive will be worse than any hell anyone has ever been through, or even imagined. I got dressed, and I grabbed my sword, putting it in it's charm form and wrapping it around my wrist. I'm going to mess with death, and I'm sure Thanatos and Hades were going to be pissed off, but right now, I'm worse than pissed, I'm deadly.
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Mon Aug 20, 2012 3:14 am