A/n - I'm feeling very sadistic tonight. Let me make a murder scene. And please, do not get offended with anything here (not just this chapter, I mean in the entire book). Some things I say could be taken as offensive and insensitive so know that I really don't mean any harm. I am responsible for what I say, not for what you understand. And the main character's hair is brown with a blond streak on her left. Think of Anna from Frozen. Oh, and she has yellow eyes.
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I walked along the same pavement multiple times, the street lights getting brighter with each round. There hasn't been any interesting prey lately. All I could find were kids walking and jumping along with their parents and guys that never skipped a day to the gym. I might've been a strong woman but I wasn't strong enough to take down a bulky meat sack by myself. The women in the area weren't much fun either. Most of them looked like the scream-until-you-get-help kind of girls. Not that I wasn't into that. I just wanted someone to fight back for tonight.

I sighed as the street started to empty itself. Everyone was going home and I was left with no satisfactory sound of meat getting torn or any painful screams coming soon after. 'Well, that sucks.'

I was about to give up until I saw 3 guys coming my way. They were all smirking and it smelt like they were on something. 'This might be what I was after.' The man in the very front stopped about 2 inches away from me and looked me up and down. He was the size of the average male. He had extremely pale skin and black hair with faded brown eyes and had the look of a man who wasted his life away with alcohol and drugs, "Hey there, sweetheart~" I already hated him. Perfect. "Wanna come with me and the boys somewhere where we can all be...alone." The guy on his right walked to where we were, a little closer to me than sweet-talker vampire boy was. He was shorter than the black-haired male. He had bronze-coloured hair and pale green eyes. My senses told me that he didn't take as much drugs as his friend.

The man took the blonde section of my hair and twirled it around his finger, "I'll be there too, if you don't want Rick." So, sweet-talker vampire boy's name was Rick. Well, he sure was a dick. Hey, that rhymed!

The other man on Rick the dick's left came up to us with speed. He was about my height. He looked a lot like Rick but with more suffering to withdrawal. 'If these guys are all family, I wonder where it all went wrong.' The man on Rick's left was silent. He just watched me with a drunken and creepy look on his face.

I loved killing those who cherry-picked. They're gonna cherry-pick their way to hell~ "How about I take you somewhere?" I winked and made my innocent puppy dog face, wanting to lure them to my house. It's where I did all my killing. And the best place I could handle all 3 of them.

Rick smiled and answered in a seemingly sweet voice, "Sure." That was his biggest mistake.

TIME SKIP (brought to you by my waifu, M-chan, even in this shitpost~)

My house wasn't too far. We got there in about 20 minutes with no problems. And no one was there to see us either. When we got inside, I took my keys out and led my victims to the basement, "I have some very interesting things in here. Even a bed." My smile was as innocent as a kitten asking for food. There was no way anyone would say no to me.

Just as I predicted, all the men slowly took their first few steps down into the basement. When they weren't looking back, I closed the door and locked it, hanging the key on a hook I installed by myself on the wall. 'They wouldn't be reaching it any time soon.'

The guys looked around my bloodied basement. I never cleaned here. There were traps, shackles, axes, knives and all sorts of weapons all lying around. But they were all in their own place. My family owned an old castle and when I was a kid, I had an obsession with medevial weapons so they let me keep...more than a few. I started to become obsessed with weapons in general and bought almost every kind of knife and sword imaginable by the time I turned 15.

"This is...some place you got," said the bronze-haired man awkwardly. He seemed uncomfortable with the whole setting yet I felt at home just where I was. I walked up to him and put spikey chains on his hands and I did the same to the other 2 guys, "I hope you don't mind," I said, sweetness dripping from my voice. It made me uncomfortable. Rick pulled on the chain and saw that it was tied to the bed frame, "That's actually better for me." I giggled under my breath. It was funny how much of an imbecile he was.

I walked to a secluded part of the basement and took of the dress I was wearing, revealing that I had a shorts and a black ragged top on underneath. I took off my shoes and tied my hair up in 2 ponytails. My twin tails were just so cute! They were my favourite to work in! On my socks, I grabbed my cinquedea from the table next to me and strided out of my little space with a small smile spread across my face.

(The cinquedea~)

My victims were all on the bed, looking at how my look changed so suddenly and what I was holding. Rick spoke to his little teammates, completely dumb and dazed, "I told ya we got a good one, boys," but the men looked more terrified than impressed. 'At least they have some sense.'

I took my time strutting up to the bed, "Who goes first, hmm?" Rick needed more time to wake up and the dude who looked like his brother needed more time to build up a scream. "How about you?" I pointed to the bronze-haired male and he shifted himself back in fear. He didn't respond. "Yes, you'll be great fun~"

I wrapped my hand around the chain part where there wasn't spikes and pulled it so that bronze-haired guy was now lying on the bed. I wrapped the chain around his neck and pulled, suffocating and cutting him at the same time. He could barely scream.

Rick reached out to him and started pulling on the chain, unaware that he made it worse for his friend. He was trying to free him but only made my killing time less fun. Now I was really mad.

I took his head and slammed it into the wall, a crunching sound followed soon after. "Don't interfere with my shit!" I took my sword and stabbed it into his hip, receiving muffled screams from him. "HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAHAA!" I grabbed his neck and slammed it down on the bed, got on top of him and started stabbing away at his back. In the middle of delivering the 3rd slash, the guy that looked like his brother stopped me by gripping my arm. He tried twisting it but failed when I used my other arm to punch him in the gut. His grip loosened and I freed my arm. I threw the sword far away from these imbeciles and took the man's arm, twisting and bending it in ways it shouldn't go. His screams echoed throughout the basement, filling me with immense pleasure.

I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could in my current position and broke off a metal bar of the bed frame. I hit him in the head with it and drove the thing straight into his eye. His blood was gushing from the wound right onto my hands. He screamed louder than any other victim I had and that made me smile wide.

I was about to drive the bar into his throat when Rick pulled my shirt, making me fall on top of his back, "You're pathetic," I said to him, driving the pipe into his neck. He couldn't scream, he couldn't say anything. All that came from him was little gurgling sounds. He was probably choking on his own blood.

I felt something pull my hair and I found that it was the bronze-haired guy, "Oh, I thought you were dead! I'm so glad I was wrong!" The feeling of relief washed over me for a few seconds and then I turned pissed. 'NO ONE - DEAD OR ALIVE - PULLS MY FUCKING HAIR!' I took the chain that was wrapped around his neck and undid it. I jumped off the bed and made my way to my battle axe, "Time to diieee~" I started hacking at his body, chopping it to pieces as he lie there, still and helpless. Blinded by the blood on my face, I went for where I assumed was his head and successfully chopped the ugly thing off.

All that was left now was the guy with the missing eye. He was trying to play dead but I really didn't inflict that many injuries on him. 'I guess I'll have to pick him up.' I put down my axe and lifted up the very heavy man, carrying him to another corner of my basement. I placed him on my modified rack or rather, medieval limb stretcher. Now, instead of your arms and legs going diagonally, they went horizontally! Which was much more painful!

I tied up his arms and legs and started pulling on the turning rods. His arm was still broken and the pain made him scream even more. They just encouraged me to go faster and pull till I ripped him in half. Not gonna lie, this was a challenge in socks.

Eventually, I got to the point I really couldn't keep going. I was getting exhausted. He was still alive which gave me more options. I figured I was done for the day, my drive for killing washed away some time ago. 'Let's try out my scythe.' I took my special scythe out from a closet I made. I didn't use it yet so this would be a very special time. The man was lying on the rack, unconscious. "Wakey wakey! Rise and shiiinnee!" He still wasn't waking up but whatever. I shrugged and brought the scythe down on his chest, cutting him open until he was literally split in half. "Well, that was fun," I said to myself. "Now I just need to carry the bodies upstairs."

TIME SKIP (brought to you by my waifu, M-chan)

When I carried all the bodies to my room, I dumped them all in front of my family's shrine. My brother and my parents... They were all dead now. "Are you proud of me yet, mother? Do you love your sister now? Dad, will you stop trying to cut me now?" I asked all those questions as I smiled at the happy memories I made with them.

My mother loved me so much that whenever I tried my best, she would always point out every thing I needed to do better. My brother always said that he hated me but he just couldn't admit it. He couldn't admit how much he loved me. Even after all those times he pulled out my teeth, telling me I would have a nicer smile that way. And daddy loved everyone so much that whenever I was about to accidently hurt mommy or my little brother, he would drink some wine and try to stop me with the chefs knife. I still have the scars on my body to prove it.

I loved them all so much that I couldn't just let God take their lives. I had to do it. So I did. I wonder if they're proud of me. They made me this, didn't they? They made me something I loved... "Mommy, daddy, brother, how do you like your other presents? They're piling up, aren't they? Sorry that my room wreaks of the dead, mommy. And I'm sorry that maggots are crawling everywhere. But who else is going to have your presents if you don't want them? I'll keep bringing you more until you accept how much I love you~"
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A/n - Alright, I'll go back to eating my cold spaghetti. This was not read over more than once so I hope I didn't make too many mistakes *yawn*