à la folie

"Takashiro and Yuki Fujikawa. Age 33 and 29. Occupation… Deceased." A wicked smile crept onto the lycanthropes face. Below her were the marred up corpses of a very rich couple that she had only just met three hours earlier that evening at a dinner party. They had been looking for some… excitement in their relationship, something new, and as a result they had taken her to their room on the top floor and unfortunately died soon after. She didn’t feel the least bit of sympathy when she had placed both of her hands in Mrs. Fujikawas mouth and pulled, ripping the woman’s jaw open with a sickening crack after she had forced the other to watch as her husbands heart got ripped out and eaten by yours truly. The only thing that she did feel sympathy over though, was the sheer fact that her white dress was now ruined with blood, and god knows what other body fluid. With a small chuckle she raised her bloodied hand to her lips and licked them as if the digits had nothing but mere sugar on them, because in her mind the two tasted just the same. "Now the fun part."

When she was done all she could do was marvel at her own work. She could have taken a picture at the sight of Mr. Fujikawas’s small intestine firmly wrapped around the ceiling fan so him and his wife were both hanging together as a couple. “You wanted fun, but now look at you. Poor things.” The korean grabbed a lighter and began to set every flammable thing imaginable in that room on fire. Now she needed to get out. With another laugh that bordered maniacal, she opened the window and casually hoped out of it with no struggle despite the long drop. She felt exhilarated as she could see from the corner of her eye that the fire was indeed getting bigger until.. ‘Boom!’ …and just like that the top floor was destroyed.

Some man at the club suggested to call a taxi, but she only flicked him off and called an idiot. She thought that he must be dumb to offer her such thing, as if she couldn't walk home all by herself. After all her apartment wasn't been located that far, so a walk could help to get her mind clear. She was trying so hard to walk straight, but heels and her dizziness didn't help at all. After a while she got tired and stopped in the middle of the street.