A short way from home, a long way from sanity Who: Adelle and Miranda When: 2AM Where: The wilderness northeast of town, off N. Appleblossom Rd. Warning: NSFW due to excessive violence
The night had been tumultuous, but it wasn't over yet. The young dancer had awoken on her floor feeling like a veritable pile of crap. She was still dressed in Kikuya's ripped shirt, her own clothes in a pile near the couch that had been shed when she'd first shifted during their fight.
The inside of her mouth felt odd, and she fished a finger inside to prod the cut. As if a scab couldn't be any more annoying, the thing was on the inside of her cheek. Yay. Adelle couldn't recall Kikuya hitting her that hard, but apparently she did. As if it weren't bad enough, the bitch lived next door.
Adelle's biggest fear after being hit with the Japanese witch's spell was that she was going to die, that her head would explode, that she wouldn't wake up. Lo and behold, she was still alive and... almost well. She rose slowly, feeling her way to her feet. The chairs around the table had been overturned, and she scraped her calf against it as she stumbled.
Looking around, she realized that she'd need to clean up, big time, before any company was allowed inside again. The aftermath was ugly, a stain on the couch she so adored, the blinds askew, smudges on the ground where makeup had been rubbed off, and feathers, her own feathers. A light turned on inside of her head, and she relived the dreadful moment after the witch had grabbed her by the face. She couldn't shift! And only God knew how long it would be until she could achieve the transformation again. The fucking witch! Whatever, cleaning could wait, she had a thirst that needed slaking.
After showering, or rather a hard scrubbing to rid herself of the horribly rancid feeling the magic and fight placed on her, she sat in front of the mirror and assessed the damage done to her body. The rug burns on her stomach, side, and back were still red and she guessed that they would disappear in hours, however unpleasant to the touch they felt. But her face, she was lightly bruised and it looked yellow instead of black, blue or purple. Ugh. If all things went well she could get away with coverup, if not, well, she'd have explain to Luke how she'd fought off eight bears but smacked into a tree branch on her way out of the woods.
Thinking about Luke didn't have the exact effect on her that she hoped. Instead of a bright happy thought, there was a growing, festering need to snap his neck. That feeling fessed up to her siren mindset, and Adelle managed to slip into an earthy brown sundress, cute ankle strap stilettos, and a small pair of black shorts underneath lest she feel the need to dance. Cautiously, she grabbed Kikuya's ripped shirt. She was out of the door and walking before she had a chance to rethink her decision.
But was there one? She wanted eternal youth and beauty, and her siren side easily took over when she went in for the kill, so she never exactly felt guilty over her actions. ...she really needed a therapist.
She walked and walked, and finally, there was somebody on the way out of the apartment complex that acknowledged her. Two males in a rather shiny black Lexus, how could she say no? Adelle was in their backseat, hair pin straight and washing down over her shoulders, giving each of them attention. It wasn't long until they were infatuated, and by then she learned that they were just passing through, on their way back to U of M after a night of drinking. She could tell too by the little swerving and jerking the driver did every now and then.
"I wanna screw." Adelle announced rather profoundly, while leaning forward in between the seats. One of them was openly flirtatious, checking her petite body out while his friend drove. The driver was eying her the rear view mirror every chance he got, she had them hooked.
Within minutes, the passenger was in the back with her, nibbling on her neck, running his hand over her thighs. Her song filled the car, and the young man stopped, staring at her. He whispered in her ear:
"You don't just moan, like every other girl?"
His head however, didn't come up from her ear, so he missed the incredulous look on her face. Why wasn't her song working? The man busied himself with pushing his hands under her sundress and she pushed him back. Staring at him, she raised her foot and jammed her stiletto heel into his eye. The lust was still here, but she guessed that her song was sealed for however long her bird form was. God, what could get worse?!
Instead of fighting back, his hands went to his face. The blood was streaming profusely, and her stiletto heel slid out of his eye socket with a sickening squelch. Holding Kikuya's shirt like a rag, she covered his face as she sat forward. He held it there while her free hand wrapped itself in the seatbelt. She clicked the open button for the lock and opened the door, retrieving the shirt as she leaned back.
He felt the wind and clutched onto the driver's seat as he began to slip, but it wouldn't be enough. Adelle curled her legs to her chest, knees to her breasts and kicked as hard as she could. He haphazardly fell from the vehicle and with a crunch she reveled in his body slipped out from under the car.
The driver was giving her a frightened glance in the mirror, and she looked at his reflected eyes with a smile on her lips.
"You're next." And she pounced, using the ripped, bloody shirt in her hand to wrap around his throat and choke him. She dug her heels into the chair and she pulled as hard as she could. The car veered to the left, and they crossed the lane off of the road. Adelle ducked and wrapped herself in between the seatbelts as quickly as she could, she knew what was coming next.
They slammed into a tree, and Adelle, screaming, was thrown about the backseat, despite her best efforts. The airbags deployed in the front, and she watched the near lifeless face of the driver smash through the window and become partly severed. He was still choking out a cry for help when she stepped out.
The glass in her back didn't hinder her as much as the aching shoulder did. She limped away from the wreck to find a rock big enough, anything big enough to sever the head and end his life. Then she saw the branch. She swung once, twice, a few more times to knock his head loose, hearing the same damned gurgling cry for help the entire time.