Club Things

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~250k writing comp ~

Okie dokie here is my story. =]

CHANGE
I stared at her. Even though she was lying in a pool of her own blood on a tile floor, illuminated by a single horrible yellow coloured fake light, her hair matted with dry blood and there were some faint bruises beginning to show she still looked as beautiful as ever.

Breathing in I was hit hard by the smell, salt and iron filled my nose, my mouth started to water.. That???s when my gag reflexes kicked in and I began coughing, spitting into the basin until I gained control of my body again.

Sighing I knelt down beside her and brushed her usually glossy black hair out of the way of her face. Her skin was still perfect and pale and her lips still had that rosy red colour. If I didn???t know any better I would think she was still alive. The only thing that gave it away was her wings. They had already started deteriorating, breaking down, feather by feather. Picking one up I twirled it in my fingers. It was still soft, such a beautiful feather for such a beautiful girl. It was pure black with streaks of gold going through it, matching her hair.

The longer I stared at her the harder I could feel it pushing, soon it was too much and I gave way. The feeling I hadn???t felt in a long time came crashing in on me.

Guilt.

I felt guilty. I had that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I now knew why I had pushed this feeling away because it wasn???t pleasant. She just looked so young, so full of life! So... innocent.

Getting up, I went over to the basin and washed my face trying to gain control over my body again. Running the water through my thick brown hair I could feel how much my fingers were shaking but I couldn???t control of myself. I tried to make myself think that I deserved the change that I was going to get out of this more than her but it wasn???t working. Millions of thoughts went through my head all of things that had happened in the past, names I used to know, names I fear... but one word kept coming up into my mind.

Innocent.
I thought about my parents and my baby sister. My whole body started to shake and I was looking at the knives lying around the room with too much interest. Biting hard down on my lip all most drawing blood I forced myself to think about anything but what had happened to my family.

I thought about how this girl - searching to remember her name - was before all this had happened. How she had flipped her hair, batted her eye lashes and flirted with me like she had needed to.

I thought about how she had laughed when I suggested we play a game and how ten minutes into the game she was screaming, in tears. I let her think she could get away from me but there was no chance. Just like a sheep dog I rounded her up into this bathroom where there was no escape.

So innocent...

The way she had screamed and cried while I threw her into the wall, the accusation of fraud, her confusion. I hardly understand why I had to do this, it???s just what my kind do.

So, so innocent.

Her screams now ran through my head as I recalled the moment that I had truly gone over the edge. When I started to enjoy the feeling of her bones splintering under my fist as it made contact with her soft skin I knew it was too late.

The whole process even the meeting her and seducing her part had only taken a measly couple of hours. Her friends still might be sitting in that cafe chatting about nothing in particular. It shook me how easy I could do this now. When I first started it had taken a while, days maybe weeks.

I thought about how the first time I had ever done this I had to keep telling myself that if I did this change would come. I would be able to change my entire life and not live under the shadows again.

Change is what I need.

My whole body was shaking madly now and things were starting to get dizzy, shaking my head I bit down on my already bleeding lip. Taking a big breath but being careful not to breathe in the scent of her blood, I looked down at my watch to see the time, wiping the blood off the clear plastic cover I held it up to the single light bulb so I could read it, time to go. Walking around the room I picked up the 3 knives that lay scattered around the room. With my hand on the door knob ready to leave I turned around to look at her one last time and even though she couldn???t hear me I spoke the words.

???I???m a demon and she is my broken angel???.