Tell Me [you] Miss Me {Cass}

Whenever you tell me I'm pretty
That's when the hunger really hits me
You're little heart goes pitter patter
I want your liver on a platter
Use your finger to stir my tea

“It’s obvious you’re going to win, but I’m going to ask anyways. What do you want your prize to be if you win?”

His lips twisted a small little smirk as he eyed her. She was beautiful, in a wild untameable sort of way, her brown mouse hair flying around her small features. Her lips were one of the nicest shades of pink, it complemented her tanned skin. Her eyes were the only part that Dhaval tried not to focus on. They lacked the spirit and lively glare that people her age should have. They held a certain tainted sadness as though the world sat on her thin framed shoulders, as though there was no one who could do the tasks she did, like some heavy burden had been laid upon her and she couldn’t quite fathom why she was the one taking responsibility for it. Both Muskox and Dhaval had spent many of their hunting times together discussing Aka; they never mentioned it to her of course. They saw her in a way that a brother should not entirely see her; they looked at her more as something they would do, rather than something that they should not. Their family was messed up, they were messed up and they knew it, but it never annoyed them, never for a second did they regret the thoughts that they let themselves think. It was natural for them, to think as they did about Aka, and Dhaval was more than positive that she thought of them in that way as well. It happened when you had had no one, but you family all your life, where humans – any of them, were a meal and not really seen as a friend. When you had no one you turned to your family and that was what they had done.

She would worry that they hated her, if she knew they spoke of her so often and freely. She would think those words were harsh as though the only things they could think of Aka were mean cruel little things. It was like she thought; she believed that there could be no good said about her in this world. That she was only meant for hard, harsh words, words of hate and not love and care. It was a habit of hers, an annoying persistent habit to think the worst when she heard her own name. She would think and sometimes when Aka thought it was not good. She would believe that they said spiteful words and cruel jests about her. In that way she was predictable, she always worried that she was upsetting them; she always had something wrong as though she was the only person that could fix the world. But she wasn’t Dhaval had tried so many times to help her, to offer her a hand, but she had shoved him away. Sometimes it was easy enough to believe that she didn’t want help, that all those problems that she believed she had – the ones she created – were things that only she could fix. It was complicated and confusing, she acted like she needed help, but she didn’t. Aka, no matter what anyone said was string and capable, she was as tough as anyone Dhaval knew and she was not a coward. It was a game, a game she like to play and Dhaval did not like it.

She was over protective and sometimes that annoyed Dhaval. Sometimes he wanted a sister that could joke and laugh with him, a sister that would talk with him and not always worry and fret as though her life depended on it. She needed to relax sometimes, to let her shoulders sag. She needed to stop thinking and act, just do and have fun. She was, really, no fun to be around. She had this down edge to her that wore Dhaval out; it was like she was not all truly there. But right now he smiled at her, a spark of surprise flaring within the cold confines of his eyes. Because no matter what he thought of Aka he couldn’t understand her, she always surprised him. Just like now. He had not expected her to say yes, he had prepared himself for some snappy retort of his own to follow up on her refusal to play his little game, but she had consented. ”You will come hunting with me.” He replied, his voice soft and taunting. He knew he would win, he knew she was going to be beaten, because no matter how strong and brave Aka was she was no match for Dhaval. He was stronger, faster and quicker, he was smarter and better at laying games like this. And now, now he could get what he wanted, he would get her to come hurting with her. He had asked her so many times to come with him. It annoyed him that she always went off by herself that she jumped on her prey by herself that she went without help and part of him worried.

Part of him knew that she was playing a very dangerous game. Dhaval and Muskox had it easy, they hunted together, they took down their prey together and shared, so no one person could beat them, they were unbeatable. But with Aka? She went out into the night alone and she took down men by herself, men that were stronger than her and one day, any day now one of them would be able to overpower her with an ease and she would be the one dead. Her surprise attacks would fail her and she would be in serious trouble. Aka relied too much on surprise and a lot more in chance, luck and hope, they were too things Dhaval did not like. And it made him nervous to think that his sister was using them with such ease as though she expected nothing less. She was going to get killed, but she refused to hunt with them. Lying in the muck of some alley way, her throat slit, her crimson blood dripping on to the cold hard ground, where no one could save her. Where Muskox and Dhaval could not find her. More often than he wanted to he worried that one day she would not return and to his own surprise he spent those nights awake when she was gone, simply waiting for her to come home safe and sound with not a single scratch on her. Because no matter how much they hated each other at times and no matter how crazy and complicated their relationship was they loved each other and Dhaval could not think of his life without Aka there beside them, no matter how down trodden and annoying she was he loved her.

He leapt at her, his hands wrapping around his own knife, she was slow to react and his blade sliced in to her skin. She yelped and danced away from him, before turning and fleeing. That made him laugh. Dhaval’s eyes flickered to the blade in his hand, it was a beautiful knife and it had been stained by so many deaths. He used the same knife every time he killed a person; he killed them the same way. Drawing the knife slowly across their throats, and licking the blood as it spilled from their open wound and slowly, slowly killed them. Akasha’s blood covered the blood, he lifted it up to his nose and sniffed it, the warm, thick substance held that familiar metallic taste that he craved so, so much. Without thinking he licked the knife, the taste of her blood filled his mouth and made him smile, a sly smile tugging the corners of his lips. Her blood was sweet, tainted with that pleasurable adrenaline. It was the best kind of blood, adrenaline heightened the bloods taste, it made it intoxicating, it made it enjoyable and it made him happy. It was the kind of blood that made his stomach turn and drove him onwards with an animalistic need. He craved that kind of blood. He winked at Aka’s fleeing form, a drop of blood sliding down his chin, eyes glittering.

”Run all you’d like. I’ll still find you.” He called. He ran after her his feet light and nimble against the hard ground. She slipped to his left. She was fast and fit, and just as agile as any normal person, but she was not Dhaval. He ran at her, caring little for the people that looked at him, he rounded a slight turn before lunging at her and dragging her to the ground with him. From there it was a simple and easy matter of getting himself on top of her, which, for a guy of his size and strength too little to no effort at all. He grunted straddling her hips with his own body, pinning her firmly down on to the ground. He’d dropped the knife as soon as he had tackled her; he had no need for it now. With one hand he could hold both of her arms down and he did just that. He smiled down at her. “That was easy, Aka, I thought you’d make it a bit harder.” He laughed his smile rogue and devilish. He could remember a time in which they would all have played this kind of game, chasing each other and tackling each other. They would do it randomly, one moment you could be simply walking down the street and the next Muskox would be on him, driving him to the ground, a playful snarl twisting his lips. It was a good game and it was one of the reasons why Muskox and him were so close, sometimes they both would just think of those moments and then they would smile at each other. Other times both he and Muskox would stealthily get Akasha, scaring the crap out of her before tackling her and they would not stop until she had laughed.

But that. That didn’t happen anymore. There was no more memories like that anymore. Their time together was usually squabbling, or an uncomfortable silence that never seemed to end. That easy banter and talk that they normally had had dissolved and disappeared and Dhaval, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, missed those times. He loved his family and he wanted to stay close to them, they were all he had left.

He gave her a wistful smile. He did – even though he knew it was a childish thought – want that to happen again. He missed those few precious moments when the three of them seemed so strong. In those times not even Sebastian had tried to challenge them or hurt them. Dhaval hated Sebastian, he hated the way he let him walk over them and yet he felt like he couldn’t assert his own authority. Yet he knew, he understood enough to know that if the three of them – Akasha, Muskox and Dhaval – were to gain that same strength with each other one more than they would rule. They would be more powerful than he was, because they were better than Sebastian, he knew it and he believed it. But he shoved that idea away. Right now it was a stupid idea that would just get him hurt. Reaching his free hand over and gently touching the wound he had made on her arm. “It’s not that bad.” He wiped the blood away, catching a drop on his finger. He licked it from his hand, the pleasant taste had faded a touch, the adrenaline had seeped away, but blood was blood and to him it always tasted amazing. He stayed on top of her, ripping apart of his shirt off, with the ease of practice he wrapped it tightly, but not too tightly around her wound, to stop the bleeding. “Now you have to come hunting with me, come we will go now, there is plenty of time left and by nightfall we should have the perfect person picked out.” Her body was warm beneath his and with a last devilish smile he lifted himself off of his sisters and he offered her his hand, ready to pull her up beside him.

If you know what's good for you
I think you're hot I think you're cool
You're the kinda guy I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous, you're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat you fool!