The silence of the night easily conveyed the sound of a party in full swing and she followed the noise until she found the source. The music was so thunderous that the house seemed to throb with the deep beat. Her empty stomach churned as she entered the house full of sweaty bodies.
“I knew you would come,” shouted a deep voice behind her as strong tan arms encased her tiny waist. She turned around and was abruptly sweep off her feet into sloppy drunken kiss. It took all her power not to push him off her and vomit where she stood.
“Can we go somewhere else to talk?” she asked with a sultry smile as they both regained their breath.
“Come on Alice, dance with me first,” he protested as he dragged into the eye of the body tornado. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem any calmer than the rest of the room.
“Jake, I have a headache. I just want to talk real quick and then you can get back to your party,” she complained adding a whiny quality to her voice to make her act more believable.
“Just one dance,” he insisted as he grinded against her body with a playboy grin. Her tiny body was bumped into and the booming cacophony really was starting to make her head throb. She was getting pissed and she could feel the dangerous rage boiling in her blood.
“We really need to talk,” she insisted in a last ditch effort to change his mind.
“Come on, baby,” he cajoled “don’t be such a buzz kill!” He pulled her tight to his body and blew rancid beer breath into her face. She fought to get away and collided with a passing partygoer. Her shirt was suddenly soaked in a sticky liquid that was accompanied by the putrid stench of beer. She snapped.
“Enough!” Her whisper seemed to echo with the force of a million screams. The bodies writhing on the dance floor abruptly began writhing for a completely different reason and dropped to the ground as each life giving soul was ripped from its dependent shell. She smiled as her stomach became pleasantly full. “When I say I need to talk that means you listen.” she scolded in an eerily calm voice.
“Alice, what’s going on?” Jake questioned in a weak voice as a jagged dagger materialized into her hand.
“What’s going on is that you’ve overstepped your boundaries, and now someone has to pay for it.”. Despite the harsh words, her tone hid all indications of anger, making her seem all the more threatening. “You and your meager little band of hunters thought you could kill my demons and get away with it.” At the mention of the possessive, she watched the realization of who she really was, and she smirked at the anger and dread that appeared. Light caught the silver tip of the dagger as she twirled it expertly. “As you well know, no one touches what is mine and lives.”
“You devil…” he choked out, but the rest of the sentiment was cut off by the wet squelch as his head separated from his shoulders, followed by a heavy thud when the severed appendage hit the ground.
“Close, but no cigar,” she intoned, sounded almost bored with the misconception, “I’m just his daughter.” The acrid smell of death filled the air as she strode smoothly from the scene, her silhouette blending seamlessly back to its true appearance. The color of her swaying hair matched the color of the blood soaked floor.
