Aragorn Blackmore // D2 // done

[/color]It was easy, easy to lure that poor girl into my trap, barely took any convincing. I bet she thought she was strong, I bet she thought she had the courage to be more than those other girls. But she wasn’t. She was just another notch in my belt, another prize for my wall. I only choose the ones I liked, the ones with nice teeth. They had to have nice teeth, otherwise they were worthless to me. Ever since I was a young boy I had had this obsession with teeth, they were fascinating, and they were like pearls in the human mouth. But saying this, I still had teeth that were disgusting, teeth that were male and teeth that weren’t even from a human’s mouth. Any type of teeth, I just had to have them, whether it be from a dog, or cow or human. I had to have them- have them all.

It only takes me a moment before she is wandering down the steps that would lead to her death, a death that would not only be beautiful but also magical at the same time. Mother once said to me that death was a natural part of life, one that took you away from the path you were on and down the trail of a new one. To be honest I didn’t really care. I never really cared. I took a life not for the sake of taking a lie, but for the same reason mother had explained to me- because it was fun, it was a magical moment, one that always played out differently, depending on the should of the person you were breaking.

I give the girl a soft smile before I close the door behind us, plunging the room into darkness. I hear an intake of breath and I race to grab the rope that hangs limply beside my table. I couldn’t see It of course, but I didn’t need to, I knew it was there, it was always there. The rope was heavy in my hands and with a purr I slink over to the small figure of the girl outlined ever so gently a few feet away. “Put your hand in front of you,” my voice is like a brush of a feather against her skin. “W-w-why?” she stammers and I take a step closer to her and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, my face moving towards hers where I place a gentle kiss on her lips. “Just trust me.”

Ha. Trust me. Not even the devil would trust me. Trusting me would be the worst mistake she had made this evening. I wasn’t a person to be trusted, I was one to be feared, to hide your children from, but of course, of course this poor little girl didn’t know that- no one apart from the loving arms of my family knew that, I couldn’t blame he. She trusted to easily, like most people. But me, I wasn’t one to trust easily- to trust at all was a big step forward. I looked at everyone and see them as a threat, a threat to the life I live, a threat to the people, I dare say, care of. There was only a few people I have let into my heart, that being mother, the woman who was now locked away somewhere far far away from her children, far far away from me. She was the only person I let play with the strings of my heart, the only one I really cared for. I adored the woman, the woman who taught me all I knew today, the woman who had taught me the glory behind death… she had meant everything to me- and when she had been taken away I had felt the undying urge to take her place, to become the leader, the person who barked the orders, who my family looked up to.

But no matter what they felt towards me, I could reassure you, that my feelings were not mutual, but much much lower. I felt nothing towards no one, not really. To me humans were termites, my family, well they could be classified as dogs- if they are lucky.

“Here, take my hand,” I say gently, sliding my long delicate fingers into the small fragile hand of the girls. My fingers brush against the soft nails on the girls fingers and my body begins to buzz with excitement. I just wanted to rip them from their beds right then. But I hold back, the girls fingers tightening around my ever so slightly. That was the cue I needed. Suddenly my fingers close tightly around the girls fingers, so tight that the gentle crunch of bone could be heard as the bones in her fingers broke. She screamed and tried to run but it was no good- it was never any good- she was already backed up against the wall, her hands bound in front of her, her fingers burning with the pain of broken bones. “Trust me sweetheart, we are about to have a lot of fun.

Now, don’t get hasty, just relax, come on now, relax sweetheart, don’t be so tense.” I smile as she tries to escape from my tightening Grasp. “Come on now- why don’t you take a seat?” I don’t wait for an answer before I usher her non to gently towards a chair, a lonely chair in the ever darkening room. “Sit.” I say before pushing her down, my hands quickly snagging another heavy rope which I tired around each foot, up around her waist and around the back of the wooden chair, securing her in spot. Then I smile a smile that was genuine, the first one of the night. “If only I could find a bow and tie it around your neck- you would be perfect…. But I don’t have one, I ran out- but never to mind, we don’t need the bow to add to the fun, that was just an accessory.”

My smile grows as I take a step away from the girl, I look down at her. “You are quite the pretty one, one of the more, uh, innocent ones aren’t you? You feel just ask quickly as the rest of them is it my charms? My beautiful face? Or is it just that I am a wonderful kisser?” I ask the girl, leaning over so that my hands were braced either side of her on the wooded frames. “Well, what was it? Answer me!”

“I- I- please let me go, please I didn’t do anything… Please… please let me go… please.” She begs tears filling her eyes, her voice breaking with sobs. But I don’t feel anything towards her and a chuckle escapes my elegant lips. “Let you go? Seriously?” My questions mock her and I can see her face fall, the last of her hope evaporating. “But hey, it okay,” I say, falling to her side, my left hand, the one with a hideous scar, moving to cup her small face. She tries to pull away- but then thinks better of it and stays still. “It is okay, okay? We are going to have some fun, and then you are going to sleep, sleep forever and ever and ever.” I reassure her, my eyes looking to her teary ones. Then I lean forward my lips sealing the deal with hers. “Everything is going to be okay- you will see.”

How many times had I done this? How many times had I watched the hope fade from there eyes, before sealing the deal whether it be by a kiss or even a blood oath? Too many, too many to remember. Shaking my head slightly I bring my focus back to the girl in front of me. With a gentle hand I pull back the girls upper lip, my eye growing wide. They were beautiful absolutely stunning. My awed gaze if turned back to the girls, my hand allowing her mouth to fall closed. “Well aren’t they something,” I purr as I move away from her side, my eyes scanning the table that was now in front of me. There as an assortment of items on the table, all covered in a thick layer of dry blood and saliva. With a smile, one that should belong on a proud parent, I run a gentle hand over the assortments, my thoughts lost in memory for a moment. Not once had I washed these items, I felt like washing them would wash away the memories that were implanted on them.

After a long moment of thought I pick up a rusty looking one, this was one of my favourites. One that clamped down on the tooth and only needed a little persuading before the pearly white would be ripped from its home. Turning around I once again flash the girl a smile, my hand stoking the item in my hand affectionately. “You ready? You ready for our night to begin?”

Then I am at her side, my hand forcing her mouth open. “I am ready.”

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It doesn’t take long before I have them all. They were tucked away safely, in a jar on the table. I had cleaned them already, blood no longer covering them. They were white, white and as beautiful as pearls. I loved them and just looking at them made my heart skip a beat. “They are so beautiful, you must be proud.” I murmur before turning my gaze away from my preciouses and back to the girl. A dribble of blood ran down the side of her face and with a gentle hand I wipe it away. “Now now, lets not get messy on me.” I smile at her and lean down to kiss her once again, the taste of blood fills my mouth and it is glorious, I kiss her harder. I was not usually one for blood, but this blood, the one that filled my mouth now was the blood that helped create those pearly whites, the blood of my treasures.

I pull away and lick my lips. “How are you feeling?” I ask, my head tilted to the side. She doesn’t say anything, they never do once it gets to this point. I shrug my narrow shoulders before moving away from her. “remember the promise I made you? The one where I said that after the fun- you would get to sleep? Forever and ever and ever? Well I wasn’t lying- I never lie.” Picking up the only clean item on the table, I walk back over to the girl. It was a knife, one of the finest in the whole district. My mother had given it to me when I was only young, and ever since then I have held it dear to me, one of my most priceless items. “You will sleep. You will sleep and you will remember all the fun we had here.” I stroke the blade.

I look down on the girl. I smile. Then I put her to sleep, slicing the blade across the pale skin of her throat.

The Blackmore family, my family, are not people to be messed with. On the surface we seem like any other family in the district. We seem kind- genuine even- but some inside, walk down those steps and you will find out that these people, that me, are not the people whom we seem to be- and in all honest, I love my life, I love it to bits.


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