Page 6 of Oblivion
His small frame barely filled the white shirt he wore, and the suit pants he had on were most definitely not tailored to his size. The black-framed glasses on his face seemed to be too big for him, and his entire appearance screamed of a person that didn’t like to be seen.
Maybe he liked to be heard, but never seen.
“Death,” he bit out and started pressing the emergency button on the panel, frowning when it did absolutely nothing.
But really? Death?
After all these years, I would’ve thought that they would become at least a wee bit innovative with all these nicknames they were gracing me with.
Baba Yaga.
Psychopath.
Death.
I mean, I didn’t ask for a lot, but come on. It would’ve been nice to hear something new, especially from him, considering the height of his IQ and all these things he allegedly accomplished by himself.
“I mean, death is probably what’s coming for you tonight.” I grinned and stepped closer, twirling the knife in my left hand. “But that isn’t my name.”
“Stay away from me!” he yelled out, plastering his body to the wall.
Instead of hugging him, Nikolai should’ve taught him how to defend himself. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in this situation where it was quite obvious who was the predator and who was the prey.
And I didn’t come here to play games.
“Stay away from me,” I mocked, laughing at his terrified expression. It was easy for him, hiding behind his computer screens, hired bodyguards, and Nikolai Aster, thinking he was untouchable.
But no one was untouchable. That was one thing my dear daddy taught me. Everyone had a weakness, and it was always just a matter of time before that weakness would be found. Once it was, even a thousand guards wouldn’t be able to save him from the fury living inside my bones.
“What do you want from me?” he asked. His eyes were darting all over the place, looking for an exit, for something to hold on to. He should’ve realized by now that no one was going to come to save him.
He should’ve known better than to poke the bear. Somebody should have told him what would happen when the said bear found out what he did.
“I came to play poker with you.” I grinned as I kneeled to pick up a shard of broken glass. Then I looked at him, playing with the broken piece, moving it from one hand to the other. “Why do you think, you fucking idiot?”
The audible gasp that came from him fed the demon inside of me that wanted his blood. I’ve spent months pretending to be somebody else. I have spent months pushing this side of me aside, trying to be a better person. Trying to bury the anger that was the one constant companion over the last few years.
But my past wouldn’t let me. The people I wanted to forget couldn’t forget me. If this was the version of me they wanted, so be it.
I would be as cruel as they made me to be.
“Are you going to kill me?” His voice trembled as he asked, pressing his back harder against the wall as if he could somehow disappear into it.
“No, darling,” I answered as I stood up, then started walking toward him. “I am going to play with you, and you are going to tell me everything I want to know.”
“I can’t!” he bellowed, terror lacing his every word. “They’re going to kill me if I open my mouth.”
“Well,” I chuckled and stopped right in front of him, “what do you think I will do, Vince?” I pressed the pointed end of the glass against my thumb, letting it break my skin. I watched as the crimson dripped down my thumb. “Did you know that a human body can lose up to forty percent of its blood before succumbing to oblivion?”
“N-No,” he whimpered, shaking his head.
“Oh, Vince,” I murmured, approaching him slowly. Lifting my blood-stained thumb, I pressed it against his cheek. “You and I are going to have so much fun.”
“P-Please,” he begged. “I don’t know anything.”
My hand shot to his throat, my fingers wrapping around, pressing against the pulse point on his neck. I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes. “Don’t lie to me, darling. I hate it when people lie.”
“I-I’m not…” he trailed off, choking in my hold. “Ly-ing.”
