Who: Brandt and NPC witch When: Monday night Where: A loft three up from Phoebe's What: Doing his job Rating: PG-13, warning death of an NPC Status: Complete "P-please!" The young witch cried out.
Finally she was begging! Brandt smirked and slapped her hard, his long, sharp nails leaving red welts across her already tear streaked cheek. The tears mingled with the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth and even spittle dribbled down her chin. The woman that had looked stunning only twelve hours before was as ugly as a hobo on the streets.
He could have killed her already but he liked to make them beg for death. The dagger in his right hand sliced through skin as he removed the piercing from her navel, watching in a dark curiosity as blood pooled in her navel then dripped down into the red curls at her groin.
"Please what?" He cooed kissing her stomach, running his tongue down to taste the blood, the taste as bitter as his soul.
"Please n-no more. I'll tell you anything you want to know." She sobbed, her face white with the telltale green tinge around her blood covered lips.
"You want this to end?" He asked as he fist her hair, yanked her head back and bit down sharply on her rapidly swallowing throat.
"PLEASE!"
Brandt snarled and lift his dagger and he slammed it down into her stomach, watching her body jerk up off the table, a gurgling sound emptying itself from her mouth. He grimanced as the witch coughed, spraying him with her life-blood.
"There, hope your thankful." He smirked and let her head drop lifelessly to the table. Dropping the dagger to the table he leaned back against it casually and licked the blood from his lips. "Stupid bitch."