The blood dripped slowly from the ceiling and she resisted the urge to flinch away from the steady patter. Her lip curled up in disgust and she turned to her partner.

“Well, this doesn’t look to good.” He smirked back and focused again on the dead body, still rotating above her. He was enjoying this far too much.  She turned from the gristly scene and flicked a finger to him.

“Check everything Sampson, you know what to do.”

He nodded and, still smirking, made his way towards the corpse. Seeing that he was doing his job, she turned and made her way out the front door. The air was cool against her face and it felt so fresh in her lungs after the dusty, blood stained interior of the house.

Ugh. She was not designed for this, the bodies she could handle, Sampson she couldn’t.  All her friends were convinced he liked her. She would rather die. Genuinly rather die than be around him for more than an hour. His arrogance and the joy he got from his job, it made her feel sick. How some woman could be attracted to arrogance she had no idea. (more…)

She hated the taste of fear.

It seeped into her clothes and crept its way inside her mouth. That was why she never went to horror movies, the fear clogged up the air and made it hard to breathe. She let them believe she was just scared, far easier that way. Not that she minded being away from the group of girls who insisted on clamouring around her, they were a pain. Being around humans for to long always made her feel ill and it was ten times worse when they didn’t understand the limits of perfume.

Pulling her coat tighter around herself, she glanced out at the busy traffic she was sitting in. Stupid bus would be here for another hour at least. Shifting uncomfortably, Shayla’s dark eyes flitted over the other passengers, all human, all normal. Her breath misted up the glass of the window and for a second the busy roads faded from view. She needed to get home, this place was killing her. 10:30 at night and the sky was still tainted with sickly yellow light that polluted the sky and blotted out the stars. She shuddered, running her tongue over her lips nervously, desperately trying to rid her mouth of sweat and the scent of alcohol from the man three rows back. A row in front of her, just to her left, a couple kissed. Shayla’s eyes darkened until the pupils were almost lost in the swirling, cold pits. She hissed lightly, flinching as though she was witnessing a terrible crime. Yet she continued to stare, eyes transfixed as they pulled away and the pretty girl winked at the man and took his hand. Within her she felt a tug of revulsion and resisted the urge to hit something. Humans were so uncivilised, whatever they might say about her, she didn’t feel the need to express such absurd affection in public. (more…)