Sunday - Discarding the old way
Jacob narrows his eyes at his latest house guest (acquaintance, companion, meal, what have you).
"What did you just say?" His voice is soft, but that does nothing to disguise the menace lurking there.
"I...I just thought..." The girl's trembling so hard, Jacob wonders if it's possible she'll shatter into a million little pieces. It would be amusing if that happened.
"You thought?" He chuckles softly. "I don't remember giving you permission to do that. And that was the arrangement, wasn't it? I say, you do."
She nods, her hand instinctively covering the ragged puncture wound on her chest. "But...Jacob...what if..."
He gets up from his armchair and crosses over to the bed, smiling at the way she tries to scramble away from him before he grips her already bruised wrist.
"Please, don't kill me, Jacob," she whimpers.
Tilting his head, he purses his lips for a moment as if honestly considering her words.
"Don't kill you." He lets go of her and touches a forefinger to his lips. "That would certainly be different."
She nods. "Yes, it would. It would be a good thing."
"Really? How so?"
"You could... You wouldn't have to be alone. I could help you find other people..."
"To kill?"
"Yes," she says quickly. "If you let me live, I'll do whatever you want me to do."
For a split second, Jacob wonders what it would be like to have a pet. He doesn't need help securing his meals but having an audience for his cruelty could be fun. Would it be possible for him to change his way of life after being alone for so long? In a way, it would be like changing his very soul. If he still had one, that is.
"I know...I know about the others," she suddenly says, "but I won't say anything, I swear."
He raises an eyebrow. "You know about the others and you still came home with me?"
Another nod.
"Hmm..." He taps his finger against his lips. "That's interesting."
"It is?" She moves a little closer to him, hope beginning to creep into her eyes.
"Yes, it is." His hand is a blur as it grips her hair and yanks her head back. "You didn't strike me as an idiot."
When Jacob's eyes start to change color, she begins struggling. "No, Jacob! Plea--" Her scream is cut short when Jacob bares his teeth and rips out her throat.
Carefully dabbing his mouth with a corner of the bed sheet, Jacob smiles down at her.
"If it isn't broken..."
"What did you just say?" His voice is soft, but that does nothing to disguise the menace lurking there.
"I...I just thought..." The girl's trembling so hard, Jacob wonders if it's possible she'll shatter into a million little pieces. It would be amusing if that happened.
"You thought?" He chuckles softly. "I don't remember giving you permission to do that. And that was the arrangement, wasn't it? I say, you do."
She nods, her hand instinctively covering the ragged puncture wound on her chest. "But...Jacob...what if..."
He gets up from his armchair and crosses over to the bed, smiling at the way she tries to scramble away from him before he grips her already bruised wrist.
"Please, don't kill me, Jacob," she whimpers.
Tilting his head, he purses his lips for a moment as if honestly considering her words.
"Don't kill you." He lets go of her and touches a forefinger to his lips. "That would certainly be different."
She nods. "Yes, it would. It would be a good thing."
"Really? How so?"
"You could... You wouldn't have to be alone. I could help you find other people..."
"To kill?"
"Yes," she says quickly. "If you let me live, I'll do whatever you want me to do."
For a split second, Jacob wonders what it would be like to have a pet. He doesn't need help securing his meals but having an audience for his cruelty could be fun. Would it be possible for him to change his way of life after being alone for so long? In a way, it would be like changing his very soul. If he still had one, that is.
"I know...I know about the others," she suddenly says, "but I won't say anything, I swear."
He raises an eyebrow. "You know about the others and you still came home with me?"
Another nod.
"Hmm..." He taps his finger against his lips. "That's interesting."
"It is?" She moves a little closer to him, hope beginning to creep into her eyes.
"Yes, it is." His hand is a blur as it grips her hair and yanks her head back. "You didn't strike me as an idiot."
When Jacob's eyes start to change color, she begins struggling. "No, Jacob! Plea--" Her scream is cut short when Jacob bares his teeth and rips out her throat.
Carefully dabbing his mouth with a corner of the bed sheet, Jacob smiles down at her.
"If it isn't broken..."