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Her gaze was stern as she waited for the trickster to approach, “You don’t scare me you know. You’re just annoying.” Felice said calmly as she held the piece of wood in her hand. Her grip shook heavily against the stake and she tried to push past the pain that rattled through her like the wind against chimes as she raised her weapon.
“Shame. After everything I’ve done, you’d think I’d be a little intimidating.” He replied simply, grinning. Felice brushed her hair out of her eyes as she frowned.
“Just get the voices to stop. Or at least help me stop needing the blood.”
He laughed. “Can’t." He stopped for a moment before correcting himself, "Won’t. But I know someone who can help.”
He was inches away from her now, his grin never faltering. Felice Johnson had never been one to back away, especially from a monster. Yet here she was, feeling like falling back. Like not killing this thing. Something about him felt... safe to her - almost like they had met before.
“Who?”
He didn't feel like responding to that.
“I know what you are.” He replied smirking , not expecting Felice to swing back with the same level of sarcasm.
“Gay? Most people know that, why only have men y’know?”
His grin faltered for a split second, “what? No. You’re as much of a freak as I am.”
She had finally had enough. So she shoved the branch into his chest, kneeling from the strength. His smile finally stopped, being replaced with a delicate crimson trickling from his mouth. “I may be a freak. But at least I’m not a monster.” She replied with certainty, pushing the branch further into his stomach. Leaves flew around them gently in the Autumn wind, similar to a gently soaring butterfly creating such a calm juxtaposition that Felice would have laughed at, if she wasn't filled with unbridled anger at the trickster in front of her.
“Just wait.” He replied before falling limp.
What the hell did that mean?