The pin pricked her skin. A corsage to symbol youthful love. Turned rotten with death. The virus had been upon the pin. Subject 0 running rampant. Craving blood, brains, & life. She is on the hunt. Only with thoughts of death. Her first victim, the boy who loved her.
The man I was forced to marry was toxic. Of this when the fallen found no dissent. I held high the knife. The silver glint caught the fire. I took a breath. I could not live this life. The knife came down. Two days later I stood at a grave. He was dead. I knew that one day the cost would be my soul. Now my body rots in the cemetery. I stood in front of the Seraphims for judgment. I snorted at them. Lucifer looked at me; he smirked “I adore a challenge, HELL.” He gave his vote on my eternity and sealed my fate.
My victim wanted to scream. The fear coming of them filled the room. Their pain from glorious torture. The pleasure for me intense, as their blood dripped to the floor & filled the room w/ the sweet scent of death. They had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
I watched him. He was always there. The same routine. I thought of many ways. Settled on Garrote. It was personal. I moved behind him. He never knew I was there. Until it was too late. Now the last thing he will feel is my lips whispering in his ear: I loved you…
I fell & prayed to whoever would listen. Prayed my want of justice wouldn’t turn to vengeance. My world shattered. Anger overriding my grief. I picked up the damned knife. I found the person who murdered my soul. I lost my battle for justice. But I got my vengeance.
Mayhem, Death, & Destruction. What do you expect? I leave a trail of bodies. Choosing my victims like fine wines. I invite some friends along. It is a Devil’s Hour Smash. Blood & Death we revel in. Mayhem, Death, & Destruction; That is the way of my undead life.
I watched the lifeless body burn. There was a satisfaction to the sight. I had been trained for this. To be a warrior. I never felt the knife enter the base of my skull. Murdered by the woman I left for dead. I was looking St. Peter in the eye before I knew I was dead.