the floor, just moving on instinct now. Snarling, I bite, ripping through his cheek and spitting it away. He screams in agony, trying to push me away, but I’m too strong.
The whole time all I see is those women.
I see the one from in here.
I see the ones I saved, and what might have happened to them.
Their images fill me so completely there is no room for anything else. Just hate. Blood fills my mouth as I dig my claws into his chest, tearing it to shreds before slashing his throat. Blood spurts in an arc, covering me and dripping into my eyes.
“Where is she?” someone screams.
I hear them stumbling around the room and almost falling, attempting to escape. They can’t get away from me. Rising to my feet, I leap over one of the gurneys and crouch on all fours before one of the men. His hands are outstretched in the dark, his eyes wide and darting around wildly, his mouth trembling.
I laugh and he shrieks, trying to run away. I land on his back as he hits the floor, and I waste no time ripping his head off and tossing it at the man just about to reach the door. He goes down, falling over it, and shakily picks it up, feeling along the bloodied skull.
I know the moment he realises what it is. His face goes pale and he faints, smacking back into the floor with a crunch. Turning away, I spot the other man just as a red flashing light flickers on above, tingeing everything. The man stumbles back in horror, his mouth opening and closing, and I can taste his fear. I watch as he pisses himself, the wetness covering the front of his trousers and trickling down onto the floor as he cries.
I know I must look monstrous. As I stroll towards him, I catch a glimpse of myself in the shattered glass and laugh. My hair is crimson with blood and my face is covered in it. I look like something out of a horror movie. My eyes are black and white, mixing together in each pupil like the night sky. I have fangs hanging over my lower lip and smoke is trailing from my nose.
“Beware the monster that hides within this small blonde, she will eat you whole.” I laugh, and he falls back with a scream, his back smacking into the ground as he lets out a pained yelp.
I pounce, landing above him on all fours, sniffing along his neck. “You smell like fear,” I rumble, voice low and velvety. Licking a path up his sweaty neck, I chuckle in his ear. “You taste like it. Tell me, I bet those girls cried. I bet they pleaded and begged, trying to reach your heart. What does the inside of your cold, dead heart look like? Why don’t we find out?”
With a snarl, I dig my hands into his chest, prying it open. He screams wordlessly, tears rolling down his cheeks as I crack open his ribs and pry his heart from his chest. Holding it up, I look down at him and frown. “Huh, not black, shame.”
A noise has me spinning to see the other man now awake, crawling backwards on the floor. Grinning, I drop the heart to the ground with a squelch that makes him gag. I bring my fingers to my lips and lick the blood from it as he watches.
He tastes like metal and fear, delicious.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” the man chants as he freezes.
“Not a god, not yet, little human,” I purr, and I crawl to him, my body swaying slowly until I reach his feet and sit up, watching him. “Are you scared of dying?”
“Y-Yes,” he sobs.
“Did you fear anything when you tried to play God yourself? Did you fear the consequences, fear what you were becoming? Did you feel anything at all?” I whisper, digging my nails into his ankle, cutting through skin and making him scream. “Focus, little human, I grow bored.”
“I-I was just doing as I was told,” he whispers, and I snarl, snapping my teeth at him.
“I fucking hate that excuse. Do you not have a mind? If they told you to leap from a cliff, would you? And as you crashed to the rocks at the bottom say that it was ordered? No! You wouldn’t! You chose this, do not blame others. You made the choice to hurt those women, to disrupt nature. For power and money. Tell