Free Tyran's Thirst (Blood Lust) by Erika Lindsen Page B

the end of another day at work.
I looked down at the red puddle growing beneath her.
Humans always left behind a mess. Just the sight of her
disgusting fluids oozing made the fibers of my being
thankful I never had a soul.
“Maybe I should go to the hospital,” the girl
whispered.
     
Gently stroking her cheek, I shook my head.
     
“I…I can’t kill myself.”
    I sighed. “Bethany, we’ve talked about this.
Look at
yourself; I’ve never seen a girl as fat as you. Cottage cheese
has less curd.”
“I could lose weight.”
    “My dear, you’ve been saying that for months and yet
you grow larger every day. And don’t get me started on the
waste of oxygen you are at work; the middle cubicle
everyone avoids. Last week, while you were sick, they had
a party. The alcohol flowed, and the laughter spread
throughout the building. Life was better without you.”
    Her blood-soaked palms covered her face, muffling the
sobs. I picked up her sweater and tossed it at her. Bethany
looked at me, confused.
    “Wipe your nose. You look disgusting with snot
dripping all over.” I peered down at the blood that gushed
from her wrist; it was almost time.
“Drebin? Are you sure this is what’s best?” She was
searching for an escape. There was no escaping Hell.
     
“Yes.”
    A single tear rolled down her cheek. Her finger
pressed against the droplet. As she glanced at the tear, her
body started to sway. She was dying.
“Goodnight, my dear Bethany.”
     
“Thank you, Drebin.”
     
“Shh. Soon you will be where you belong.”
     
“In heaven?”
     
I smiled, “No, not in heaven. Hell.”
     
Her eyes widened moments before the light dimmed in
them.
    Four-twentyone’s soul was mine. Lucifer, my Savior,
would be pleased at my progress. Snapping my fingers, my
notebook landed in my hands. I wiped the blood from the
floor and scratched off Bethany’s name.
Next on the list was four-twenty-two: Alexia Downer.
Not even a prayer could save her.