"I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for."

— J.K. Rowling

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Stupid bitch.

I pull at my hair and try to keep myself together. I'm here for a drink. That's it. I'm not here to think about how much I hate Evelyn and how much I want to see her blood on my hands. I shake my head and look down at my alcoholic beverage. I hate how I have to look like a pathetic human just to get some damn service around here. I should just let the world see who I really am. Then the drink will be free. I slam my fist against the bar counter and say through gritted teeth, "Another shot."

"Do you want me to charge it on your card, Mr. Todd?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I mutter and slide him the credit card that doesn't belong to me. I killed a man for this credit card. The bartender's too stupid to ask me for any proof of identification. I don't have any, nor do I need it. He swipes the card and hands it back to me. When he hands me the shot glass, I practically snatch it from him and gulp it down in one sip. I put the glass down on the counter and lay my head down. My hands are still fists and I want to hit someone. 

I really need to hit someone. 

I want to bang Evelyn's head against a wall until I'm able to see her brain smeared across the wallpaper. I want to rip her in half and have Louis watch in agonizing pain. I lift my head up and place the empty glass to my head. Even though there isn't anything in it, the glass is still cold and it's soothing my deadly headache. I close my head and slowly hum along to whatever is playing. I need a distraction. I need something to keep me from killing Evelyn. I can't just kill her. As much as I want to, I can't allow myself to do so. I need her fear and I won't have that if she's no longer breathing.

A woman slides onto the stool beside me and she starts laughing. I look at her and she raises her hand, "Bartender!" 

The bartender rolls his eyes and gives her a shot of something. From the looks of it, this isn't her first time drinking something tonight. Her feet are bare and I wonder where her shoes are. She downs her shot and starts laughing some more. When she looks at me, she places her hand on my shoulder and leans toward me. 

"Did anyone ever tell you how attractive you look?"

"You're a drunken whore," I mutter and she laughs some more. 

"Your accent is so thick!" she yells. "I want to hear you say my name!" I don't know why she's shouting. The music isn't even that loud. I can hear her just fine without the yelling. "It's Fiona!" 

"If I were you, I'd get back onto the dance floor and leave me the hell alone." I snarl.

She gets closer to me and her lips are by my ear, "Why...Why are you being so difficult? I'm trying to flirt with you and you're turning me down!" 

"And did you ever stop to consider it's because I don't want you?" I ask the obvious. 

"Are you single?" she shouts. "I just got out of a relationship." She backs away from me and leans against the bar. "So do you know what that means? I'm ready to mingle! Come dance with me." 

She grabs my hand and pulls me off of the stool before I can tell her no. I'm pulled onto the dance floor and Fiona starts dancing. She places my hands on her hips as she starts to sway them from side to side. Her bottom rubs on me and I'm disgusted. I want her off but a part of me is enjoying this. Her dress rises up on her thighs and she doesn't seem bothered by it at all. 

"You know, you never answered my question." She hiccups and turns around to face me. "Are you single or not? I don't mind dancing with a taken man, though. Like I said, you're hot."

Whore.

I raise my eyebrows and smile as I say, "Yes."

"Good!" she squeals and starts running her fingers along my chest. "I don't live far from here. It's about a fifteen minute walk. Want to get out of here?"

The word comes out slowly and it sounds more like a question, "Yes...?"

Maybe Fiona will be my distraction? 

She smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the back of the club. She pulls me to a corner and she picks up a pair of black heels. Once again, I'm being pulled in another direction. We walk out of the back exit door and we're greeted by the dark sky. Fiona thinks we're going to invest our time in having sex and showing each other a good time. I don't want to do any of that, but I also don't want to lose my distraction. I pull back and Fiona gasps as I pin her against the wall. Her wide eyes meet mine and I look down at her lips. She doesn't have any lipstick on. I can tell she did have on lip gloss but it's long gone now. 

I place my hand on the back of her neck as I kiss her. I thought her lips would be rough but they are surprisingly soft. Her breath reeks of alcohol but it also smells like...mint? Fiona puts her hands on my back and wraps one of her legs around me. I move from her lips to her neck and she places her head against the brick wall behind her. 

She chuckles, "Eager, are we, sunshine?"

"Harry," I groan against her lips. "Call me Harry."

"Harry," she tests the word on her lips. 

I look up at her, "Where do you live, again?" My breathing is loud and my voice is husky. Fiona's also struggling to catch her breath and I want to laugh. I want to laugh because of how ridiculous this is. 

She removes her leg from me and grins, "Follow me."

Fiona starts walking away from me and I look around before following her. I want to make sure no one sees us. I don't want anyone connecting me to her. I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans and follow her down the street. I keep a nice distance from her. People who drive by us probably think we aren't even together. That's a good thing. After tonight, I won't be seeing Fiona again. I'll make sure of that. 

She swings her arms back and forth as she walks and she's moving her head around as she walks. She looks like she's in her own little world at the moment. I keep my distance but make sure I can see everything she's doing. It's quite entertaining to watch her. However, she looks like she doesn't have a home. She looks like she doesn't have a family. Who knew having a rough night could make a person look so dreadful? Fiona makes a right turn on the sidewalk and I pick up the pace. I cannot lose her.

I cannot lose my distraction. 

We pass by small houses and she stops at the third one. It's much smaller than the two neighbor houses and it makes me wonder if she's living alone. I watch as she pulls her house key out of her bra and unlocks the front door. I bite my bottom lip and follow her inside. I'm the one who shuts the door and I make sure it's locked. Fiona drops the key on the kitchen counter and she drops her shoes in the hallway as she goes to the back. I'm still keeping my distance from her. I take this opportunity to look around. If she wants me, she will call my name. I know how drunk women are. 

I walk into what I assume is the living room and turn on one of the lamps. She has three and when I look up at the ceiling, I immediately know why. There is not a single light there. My eyes wander to the coffee table and there are candles sitting on it. None of them are lit and there is a stack of magazines right beside them. I pick up one of the candles at random and smell it. 

Vanilla. 

I hate the smell of vanilla. My face scrunches up and I'm quick to put the candle down. I'm tempted to break the damn thing but I'm here for one reason and one reason. I'm here for a distraction. I'm not leaving here without getting one. I lick my dry lips and turn the lamp back off. I walk down the hallway and start looking for Fiona. There's only one door open and I peek into the room. 

Fiona's laying down on the bed and she smiles when she sees me. I walk toward the bed and lay down to where I am on top of her. I like it when I'm in control. I won't let this weak woman be in control. If she knew what I really was, she wouldn't hesitate to let me be in control. I move her hair out of her face as my lips land on top of hers. Her lips are still soft and I like it. I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth and she chuckles. I kiss her chin and move slowly down to her neck. I kiss her where her jaw and neck meet. I kiss the sides of her neck and she smiles. 

I whisper against her skin, "Let's play a game."

"A game?" I get off of her and she sits up. 

"Yes," I say slowly, nodding my head. "A game."

She looks interested, "Okay, what are the rules?"

"Don't scream," I smile. 

"What the hell?" she backs away from me. "What kind of game is this?"

"It'll be fun," I reassure her. "All you have to do is stay put and don't scream. I'll do the rest. If you scream, you lose and I get to punish you."

"Oh," it's her turn to smile. "I get it. This is some kind of sexual game, isn't it? You're going to touch me in places that'll make me scream, yeah? That's why the only rule is for me not to scream?"

I frown for a brief second but fix my expression before she sees it, "Uh, sure, yeah."

"Then what are we waiting for?" she chuckles and lays down on the bed. "Let's play!" 

I get off of the bed and walk toward the light switch. Fiona laughs and I turn the light off. I pull my shirt over my head and let it drop onto the floor. I mess with the belt on my pants but I don't take it off. I want her to think this is a sexual game. However, it isn't and if she wasn't so intoxicated, she would know this. She would know I don't have the slightest interest in her. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. This human skin is irritating me. I hold my head back and concentrate on how badly I want to turn back. I can feel my skin turning back to its natural color. I can feel the green color in my eyes disappearing. I can feel the hair on top of my head going away and being replaced by short, black strands. 

Fiona groans from the bed, "What's taking you so long? I thought we were playing a game, Harry."

I make my way back to the bed and force the dress off of her. Her giggles irritate me worse than the human skin did. I drop the dress onto the floor and run my claws over her stomach. I'm careful not too cut her. I want this game to last. I want this distraction to last. Fiona tries to sit up but I push her back down on the bed. I'm not going to let her ruin this. I need a distraction and since she practically threw herself at me, she's going to be it. My claws make their way down to the hem of her underwear and I pull at it a few times before letting it go completely. She sighs and I know she's getting irritated because I'm teasing her. I smile at her through the darkness and reach down until my hands wrap around her ankles. 

I yank her off of the bed. 

She gasps, but doesn't scream. I move away from her and watch her from the other side of the room. She stands up and her breathing is loud. She asks, "What the hell was that for, huh? I thought we were playing a game! What gives?" 

She is throwing her arms into the air and watching this is quite humorous. I stay quiet and keep my eyes glued on her. She probably thinks I'm still over there with her. In the darkness, I can see the fear in her eyes. In fact, I can practically taste her fear. I cannot feed on it, though, because I didn't mark her. She's not mine. I don't have time to mark her. I don't have the patience of making another walking feast. 

I turn around and face the wall. I place my hands on it and begin to climb it until I'm sitting upside down on the ceiling. Fiona is still standing in the same spot but she is constantly turning her head around. If I dropped from the ceiling, I would land on her. She would scream and the game would be over. Her blood would be on my hands. 

She calls out, "H-Harry?" I stay quiet. "This isn't funny anymore. I don't want to play anymore."

"If you quit," the words slither out of my mouth, "you automatically lose and you'll still get punished. Why not try and win the game, Fiona?"

"Where are you?" she shouts. "Tell me where the fuck you are!" 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I shake my head at her. "Someone's afraid she's going to lose the game." 

"I want you out of my house," she continues to yell at the air. "Get out of my house before I call the police and have you arrested!"

"For what?" I laugh. "Trespassing? You let me into your home, Fiona. You let me follow you home. It was you who wanted me to kiss you." She covers her face with her hands and I wish I could hear her think. I want to know what she's thinking...what she's plotting against me. 

Before I know it, she's running out of the room. I drop from the ceiling and run after her. She's not screaming or yelling for help. She must be playing the game still. I thought she was drunker than this. She grabs her house phone from kitchen and I snatch it out of her hand. Fiona sounds frustrated, yet scared at the same time, "If you leave now, I won't have to call the police."

"Oh, Fiona," I throw my head back and roar with laughter. "If only you could see me. The police can't stop me." 

"Well...turn on the light," she swallows hard. "Let me see you."

"I'm not going to ruin the game." I run my hand along her cheek and her body stiffens. "You weren't afraid of me earlier, Fiona. I'm a little hurt that you are now. Then again, I'm intrigued. I thought you wanted to fuck. What happened?"

"You pulled me off of the bed, jackass!"

"Watch it now," I grin. "Don't want to lose the game by screaming at me."

"I don't care about the game anymore! If I scream right now, my neighbors will hear me and they'll call the police!" 

She opens her mouth as if she is about to start screaming and I cannot risk it. I inject my claws into her stomach and instead of getting a loud scream, I get a silent one. Her mouth is wide open and nothing's coming out. Even though she can barely see me, I can see her clearly. She has no idea what I look like and I'm anxious for her to see the real me. I remove my claws from her stomach and I hear her body hit the floor. 

I walk into the living room and turn on one of the lamps. When I turn around to face Fiona, her eyes are wide and she's shaking her head. She's holding onto her stomach but it's not helping her. The blood's practically pouring out of her and no amount of pressure can save her. Her blood drips off of my claws and they're craving more of her blood. I am craving more of her blood. I run at her and she somehow manages to scream. 

My claws dig into her throat until she stops screaming and I watch her blood go everywhere. It's all over the floor and some managed to get on the wall. I stand up and start dragging her down the hall by her hair. It's much more quiet and I don't like it. "Dammit, Fiona. See what you made me do? If you didn't have such a smart mouth, we could have been fucking in your bedroom." I shake my head and laugh. Why am I lying to myself? I wasn't going to do anything with her. "It sucks, though. You were very beautiful, Fiona. However, I think the cuts and blood stains look good on you. I prefer you like this. You're extremely beautiful like this."

I drag her into her bedroom and put her on her bed. I cover her up with her blankets and close her eyes. She looks like she's sleeping and it's perfect. Whoever finds her is going to be in for a rude awakening. I lean over and kiss her on the forehead. Her skin is still warm and it is still so soft. 

I begin to lick the blood off my claws as I say, "Goodnight, Fiona."