The moonlight spilled into the room as the music filled it, slipping underneath the door and dripping out of the cracks of the windows. The childish tune of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies, by a Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, stained the air with it’s candy sweet melody. The sickly sweet song was played by a phantom, the shadow of a being who couldn’t fit in with society, similar to the horrendous Phantom in the Opera house. Only…not horrendous in their looks, but by the manner of which they carried themselves, how they lived their lives, how they kept themselves in the public. It seemed only fitting to be banished to a room playing music to lull the children to their being, perhaps to torment them as revenge on the world for shunning this person or perhaps to keep them company.
If only the children hadn’t heard the rumors than perhaps more would come.
Fingers smashed at the keys in an almost angry way, creating an unpleasant sound before the pair of hands, as white as a new pair of gloves, slipped up the pale throat, tracing the pulse lines and the jaw, then to the paled set of lips that parted to let out a soft gasp. The figure trembled softly, bathing in the moonlight that pushed it’s way through the dirty window and the torn apart curtains that were only held back barely, punctured with holes like the blackened and punctured lungs of a smoker. A single finger trailed down the corner of the pair of parted lips, down to the chin before the hands were pulled away and set back onto the piano that was the only beauty in this room. The song began once more.
The corners of the pale lips pulled back, nearly up to the redden eyes. Sharp teeth, and particularly sharp canines, were revealed, a stunning white color and deadly. Those red eyes, wide and daring those to come, too red. Too heavy, as if no sleep had been spared for this individual who watched the careful movements of people outside the window, knowing full well they could see this figure, this phantom of a person that resided in this single room, this single room that if one looked truly close enough at they would see the blood splatters everywhere.
“Come tasty children… I have sweets…”
There was a laugh, a cruel laugh, painted with malicious and sprinkled with delicate flakes of animosity. No human could produce such a laugh, so deliciously evil, maybe it was a good thing then that this being who played this lullaby wasn’t human. If one to were look closely, they could tell this being wasn’t human, simply by…looking. The skin was far too pale, the eyes glowed with an unnatural lust for blood, the canines too sharp, and the movement too ghastly; only a vampire could posses all of these beautiful qualities. That was what this being was, a charming, if you would use that word, vampire, playing the piano and trying to lure the children.
The door to the room was thrown open, the dust rattled up and floating around the dingy room, settling once again on the old furniture half covered by sheets, half exposed to show their old, floral prints. The vampire playing the piano stopped, the evil grin still painted upon their features as their red eyes turned to the person standing in the doorway. A man and his child, a little girl perhaps no older than eight, standing their in their dirty, filthy rags that they so humbly called clothes. The creature stood up, moving away from the piano and over to the doorway, watching as the man almost glared at this being and the little girl hid behind, what this creature would assume, was her father. Oh, what a delicious looking man he was, as was she but a delicious looking girl. The ones that thought themselves golden on the inside were the more delicious ones.
“What can…I do…for you…sir and madam?” The voice held a mystery to it, as if one could not truly put their thumb upon what they were thinking, except that they seem void of any joyful emotions. The man was the first one to speak, his voice deep and demanding of attention, like a drum. A lovely booming sound even when he wasn’t raising his voice at all above the normal talking of a human. “We’re trying to sleep and we can’t sleep with you playing your music. The walls are paper thin and your music goes right through them. So stop your music, my little girl is sick and needs her rest.” The red eyes looked down at the girl, for indeed she was sick. Her eyes swollen and he little, plump cheeks a filled with an unhealthy red, her little heart fluttering behind the delicate ribs still forming.
He could hear them cracking beneath his fingers now.
“I sorry… Sit…” The creature, gesturing to the torn and broken room, towards the only thing, other than the piano, that was in tact; the bed. The man shook his head, taking the little girl’s hand and trying to pull her away from this horrible house. Perhaps he finally saw the blood splatters, perhaps he just didn’t like the creature. “No sir, we don’t want to come in.” The vampire frowned lightly, shaking his, as it was told the creature was a his, head, lips moving but no sounds leaving his lips. “Ah…okay…” The male moved back over to his piano, sitting down and covering the keys with the wooden frame, looking back as he watched them disappear, leaving his door open.
His grin returned, however, when he felt the presence of the little girl back at his doorway, clutching at her chest where the lovely little heart was fluttering. Pulsing blood throughout her body, keeping her alive. He could hear it, pounding out his ears, louder than her father’s drumming voice. He could taste the sweet nectar, feel the warm juice flowing down his throat, filling his stomach; his mouth was watering. He pulled away from his piano, standing up and moving over to her, bending down and locking onto her sweet, baby blue eyes, large and wide despite being swollen.
“Pretty…eyes…little girl…”
Once more, he gestured towards the bed, taking her warm, little hand into his own cold, scary hand, standing up fully to move over to the bed. He let her sit on the bed, moving over to the broken and bloody cabinet, rummaging through the boards, tossing them to the side like they were paper. He pulled out a piece of candy, moving carefully back over to the little girl, holding it out and her eyes looked at the candy then to him, he pushed it further to her, almost whining for her to take it, until she did. She opened the colorful wrapper, dropping it and placing the caramel sweet into her mouth.
“Good…?”
“Yes, mister.”
He reached forward, stroking at the brown, curly locks, almost like a little Goldie Locks with chestnut hair that shined through the grime and filth in the full moonlight. His had moved out, tracing her jaw line as she crewed on the candy, down her neck as she swallowed it, down to her shoulder, touching the ruined dress that once belonged to a rich child many years ago. The vampire bent forward, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead, his eyes back up at her face again. “Such…pretty eyes… Akuma…might…like…” The a black nail trailed to the corner of each eye, such delicate and soft movements that were about to change so quickly.
His fingers went straight into her eyes, wrapping around her eyeballs and yanking on them violent, ripping them out and her shrills were already going, they were so lovely. Like a siren screeching down the street, trying to warn everyone that they needed to get to an emergency. Her hands went to where her eyes used to be, still screaming in pain and thrashing around. The eyes that the male held were up to his mouth, licking at the blood, shuddering in sweet delight. Blood and shrills, what more could the sadistic man want? He set the eyes down on the bed, moving to her and smashing his hands into her little chest, snapping happily at the ribs with a maniac’s grin on his face. After her ribs were happily snapped, he took out her heart, limp body falling backwards on the bed as he licked hungrily at the heart, placing it over his head and squeezing. The juices, the blood…the creature felt it in his hair, trickling down his face, a soft moan escaping swollen lips as he pulled the heart back, swallowing it whole, picking up the eyes again as the door opened once more.
A man, what you would call a nightmare, now stood in the doorway. Long black hair covering the emotionless face, clothes constricting of buckles and belts, hiding secrets beneath them. His head tilted upwards, hair parting enough to reveal an eye, staring straight at the back of this creature, lips pushed together tightly before loosening. “Mad…”The voice whispered, almost like a ghosts haunting voice. The red headed male turned around, blood still tricking down his face, eyes in his hands as he showed the pretty blue eyes to this man, almost like it was an offering to this other evil creature that was as evil as he was.
“…I give gift…to Akuma…” And then, there was only the sounds of more screams.
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