Sticky, warm blood coated her fingers and filled the room with its metallic aroma. She stared dully at her father’s lifeless body as the blood pooled around him, oozing from his open wounds. She had never felt such overwhelming power and she loved it. She turned her gaze to her trembling mother in the corner and a menacing smile slowly spread across her face. The fear spurred her on and her insides churned pleasantly as she watched her own reflection in her mother’s wide, frightened eyes deliver the same punishment as she had to her father. She put the blade in her mouth and tasted her mother’s blood, savoring the flavor as if it were a delicacy. She moaned as she rubbed her bloodied hands down her curves, smearing her parents’ blood down her body with a delightful shiver.
“What have you done?”
She faced the newcomer, licking her lips. “Hello, my love.” She held up the blade and watched, almost mesmerized, as the blood dripped thickly from the edge. “Doesn’t it just turn you on?” she moaned as she rubbed her thigh, blood staining her skin. The dark grin reappeared on her face. “Will you die for me too?”
She awoke with tears on her face as the final images of her slaughtering her best friend faded into memory. She numbly got out of bed to open her window, allowing the cold air to hit her clammy skin. She looked at her hands, almost expecting to see them stained red and sighed when pale flesh greeted her. Taking several deep breaths to compose herself, she stood and marched to her bathroom for a shower. The steaming water relaxed her tense muscles and the dark images seemed to disappear down the drain. She wiped the fog from her mirror to see silver eyes still haunted by ghosts of her horrible dream, yet she seemed composed. She pulled her wet, dark hair into a ponytail and dressed for breakfast. As she approached the kitchen, she could hear her mother humming a sweet melody as she made final preparations for breakfast. When she noticed her daughter she smiled and embraced her. “Happy Birthday, baby! I swear you are trying to grow up fast so you can leave Mama. To believe you’re already thirteen!”
The girl smiled. “You know I love you too much to leave you. So what’s for breakfast?”
“Any and everything I could find in the fridge. Now sit. Daddy will be coming in soon.”
Her father walked in on cue, wiping his hands on an oil-soaked cloth. He tossed it aside and lifted his daughter, spinning her around “Happy Birthday, Smurf!” he bellowed as he brought her face in an affectionate cuddle. “Thirteen years and you are still as big as an ant.”
They settled down for breakfast. “Rae called this morning,” her mother said. “She won’t make it back today for your birthday because of exams, but she’ll be on a ferry tomorrow morning first thing.”
The girl thought fondly of her older sister who was away on the mainland to study. Based on grades and athletic ability, she and her best friend, Alex, gained an opportunity to attend the most prestigious private...