The {end} of the {peace} // Ophelia/Oneshot
Sept 8, 2014 17:04:25 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Sept 8, 2014 17:04:25 GMT -5
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Ophelia Cain
The life of the dead is ever so boring. Just hours that turn to days that turn to months that turn to years that turn into forever. Just dull. Nothing more, nothing less. Just plain dull, y'know? Take me. I'm a vampire, so I make other people's real lives that little bit shorter. Not cos I need to, well, actually that's not true, but hey, it's fun. Just take yesterday as an example. I dragged this little pitsqueak of a man in, and he was covered all over in coal dust. I told him I was going to kill him, slowly and painfully, and for some reason I can't comprehend, was absolutely against my idea. I then told him to shut the fuck up, and then killed him anyway. He tasted lovely though. So what ever his name was, thank you for the meal. Oh, and his head made a lovely addition to my wall. I honestly think that being me is more interesting then being plain dead, cos you get to torment the living, be in their dreams, and just scare them fucking shitless. One major benefit is the free meat that just goes by otherwise. It'a a wonder why no one else has started eating humans. There really is nothing wrong with it. But hey, each to their own.
My mother was absolutely psycho. She ate my father, not that I blame her, just because she was bored. In that situation, I would've ate him. Not because I'm strange, but because, well, everyone gets a bit peckish, don't they? Still, she was more interesting then an onion. Sorry, not an onion. A human. Easy mistake. An onion and a human. Very similar. Both have layers. One's a lot bigger then the other, but that's not the point. The fact is, because they've both got layers, they must be similar. No? My brother, well he's another psycho out of the block. Doesn't anyone have any imagination anymore? Can't someone get their own kind of psycho. I've already taken my type of psycho. And no one would dare take my place. Unless we share. And if they've blood, where the fuck is the contract to sign.
Where was I? Oh, yes my brother. He kills more people in a day then I do in a week. But fuck him. Whatever float's his boat. Lunch was good today, really good. Left over blood is nice, but you have to have it on ice. Room temperature blood is all nasty and congealed. Ice is the way forward. The best type of eating is of a peacekeeper. Their toned bodies have a ton of sustenance. I have enough of their white clothes to have a squad of Peacekeepers, but without blood obviously. With blood? I've killed about 14, if you're asking, but who in their right fucking mind wants to have blooded clothes. Don't you know that getting blood out of a shirt is a nightmare. Trust me, I've been there.
Really, I've had enough of having to hide. If I was out there, everyone would never want to leave their homes. Even the fucking Peacekeeper's would be shitting themselves. They would think, "Oh shit, it...it's Ophelia! Ophelia Cain!" No one would fucking dare cross me, or my brother. The Cain's will wait no longer. It's the end of the waiting, the end of the peace. We will come and we will hunt you. Come on, was that not good? No? Okay, I'll be going now. I'll go by the window. Do you want to know why? Door's are for people with no imagination. Trust me on that.
My mother was absolutely psycho. She ate my father, not that I blame her, just because she was bored. In that situation, I would've ate him. Not because I'm strange, but because, well, everyone gets a bit peckish, don't they? Still, she was more interesting then an onion. Sorry, not an onion. A human. Easy mistake. An onion and a human. Very similar. Both have layers. One's a lot bigger then the other, but that's not the point. The fact is, because they've both got layers, they must be similar. No? My brother, well he's another psycho out of the block. Doesn't anyone have any imagination anymore? Can't someone get their own kind of psycho. I've already taken my type of psycho. And no one would dare take my place. Unless we share. And if they've blood, where the fuck is the contract to sign.
Where was I? Oh, yes my brother. He kills more people in a day then I do in a week. But fuck him. Whatever float's his boat. Lunch was good today, really good. Left over blood is nice, but you have to have it on ice. Room temperature blood is all nasty and congealed. Ice is the way forward. The best type of eating is of a peacekeeper. Their toned bodies have a ton of sustenance. I have enough of their white clothes to have a squad of Peacekeepers, but without blood obviously. With blood? I've killed about 14, if you're asking, but who in their right fucking mind wants to have blooded clothes. Don't you know that getting blood out of a shirt is a nightmare. Trust me, I've been there.
Really, I've had enough of having to hide. If I was out there, everyone would never want to leave their homes. Even the fucking Peacekeeper's would be shitting themselves. They would think, "Oh shit, it...it's Ophelia! Ophelia Cain!" No one would fucking dare cross me, or my brother. The Cain's will wait no longer. It's the end of the waiting, the end of the peace. We will come and we will hunt you. Come on, was that not good? No? Okay, I'll be going now. I'll go by the window. Do you want to know why? Door's are for people with no imagination. Trust me on that.
