1 Death
Carefully walking in the shadows of the tall dirty brick buildings happily escaping the rays of the scorching sun I Do little to conceal my wide grin as I swing my bag of the eight seasons of The Vampire Diaries DVDs that I got freshly signed by the author. I know I could watch all the episodes on Netflix and I do, but L. J. Smith and J. L. Miller can't sign my Netflix account so this is just as good. After all The Vampire Diaries was practically the sole reason I survived my childhood.
They didn't cure any sickness and one of the DVDs I had didn't cut anyones head off saving my life but it did act as a major distraction from my alcoholic complete garbage parents and overall shit childhood. They even allowed me to dodge my dadswrath which was focused mostly on my elder sister, god rest her soul. I owe a lot to the series which is why I make it an objective to rewatch the series whenever I can, but even if I do, it doesn't mean I wouldn't change anything about it obviously. The villains weren't good enough, a hybrid with daddy issues, an immortal with a vengeful Ex, an attractive doppelganger, and maybe the only good villain, Malakai who I absolutely adore. Although his methods are slightly more intense than mine they're still just as effective.
As I continue my walk getting closer and closer to home ignoring the trash on the streets, the burning stench of pollution with the hookers on the corner streets and other junkies wandering about I can't help but stop and give an audible sigh of content."This is home." I whisper under my breath before continuing my walk.
Hearing a scream from a passing ally I stop dead in my tracks and look down the narrow alleyway that's covered in shadows and can't help but feel an odd sense of familiarity at the situation. Setting my bag down on the side of the brick wall at the entrance of the alley I begin to trot down the long alley towards the feminine screams.
Coming to the end of the alley I stare at the back of a bald man wearing a leather jacket, skinny jeans, who's weilding a knife standing over a well dressed woman who's maybe mid to late thirties sitting on the ground back against the wall with tears streaming down her face and a messed up dirty work dress.
"Greg is that you?!" I call out watching as the man slowly turns to face me exposing Greg's disgustingly scared face and beer belly that hangs over the top of his jeans because of his lack of undershirt which makes me silently gag.
"K-kai?! H-how's it going man?" Greg asks shakily while taking a step back towards the brick wall no longer paying attention towards the woman who quickly crawls away from him inevitably coming closer to me.
"Tsk tsk, Greg I've told you before that this block, my block, is off limits. I don't really care what you do outside of this block but you trying to **** this woman on my block is a no no." I say while walking closer to the man who's now shaking in fear stepping over the knife he dropped.
"Come on man, I-I didn't know that this was your territory!"
"Too bad, so sad, but I only give people one chance before I hand out punishments." With one smooth motion I lunge forward grabbing the man's face slamming his head against the brick wall hearing a satisfying crack before his body goes limp slouching against the wall. Now normally I wouldn't stop until this man's head was nothing but brain matter, blood, and bits of skull, but I have a guest to attend to.
Turning to face the woman who's leaning against the brick wall catching her breath I give her the warmest smile I can muster. "Are you ok Miss?"
"O-ok? He-he was going to-to…" The woman curls up in a fetal position and begins to silently cry. Walking over to the lady I crouch down in front of her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder causing her to look up at me.
"Yes I know, I was there, but it's over now, I saved you. Now I want my compensation." I say bluntly looking into her eyes.
"Wha-what do you m-m-mean?" She asks with a shaky tone glancing towards the exit flinching from my increased grip on her shoulder.
"From the looks of your clothes love, you have money so I know you don't live around here but you seem smart enough to tell just from the area, nobody who lives here has money. So either you pay me for saving you or I'm going to make you disappear just like I'm going to make him disappear." I say in a harsh whisper allowing my short temper to peak through my normally carefree attitude.
I don't enjoy when my anger takes control of me but sometimes I can't help it and frankly this woman is annoying me. It's become better now that I started to manage it with meditation and other calming things which has helped immensely but sometimes the anger still peaks out.
"Bu-but I don't have any money…gah" Before she's able to finish I have my hand around her throat squeezing her windpipe shut. If she doesn't have money she's useless to me and she did just witnesses me murder someone which makes her a loose end so I won't think twice about her once she's dead.
Her hands come up to her throat and begin to claw at the back of my hand but do nothing to loosen my grip. I stare into the women's brown eyes watching the fear in them as she looks back at me, her skin beginning to gain a red tint as drool begins to leak from her mouth as she struggles to breath and her body begins to spasm until it spasms no more.
Standing over the body of the woman I glance back at the unconscious Greg and can't help but sigh, this clean up is going to be very annoying. Leaving the alley deciding to clean up the bodies after I bring the DVD'S home I begin to walk back home.
Running across the street to get to my apartment I look back and forth during my run and stare directly into the front hood of a truck speeding towards me showing no signs of slowing down. Quickly throwing my treasured bag of DVD'S I close my eyes accepting death knowing that there's no way I could move fast enough to get out of the way inevitably meeting the nonnegotiable fate of death.
