Jen paused again, wavering about what to choose. "I pick...NONE of it!" Jen leapt up, grabbing the syringe filled with blood, heading for the door.
Gillian made no attempt to catch her. "You'll regret this one day, Jennifer. You forget that the power lies with me now, not you," Gillian said calmly.
"Don't fuck with me, Gillian!" Jen shouted shrilly, her voice wavering on the point of madness. "I'm gonna run this FUCKING town one way or another! You were just a tool!" Jen spun, opening the door, slamming it behind her, the syringe clutched in her hand.
In the past few hours, it seemed as though something had snapped inside of her. No longer was Jen bound by the moral standards set by society. All she wanted was chaos, pure and simple. She wanted to hurt Gillian most of all, though she couldn't honestly tell herself why. Was it a subdued sybian lust? Was it a mother-figure issue? Jen didn't know, nor did she really care. All she wanted was revenge now, on her one-time lover who didn't share in her passion for the kill. Oh...she would make her love the kill. Jen would force her to.
Jen didn't have to go far to find what she was looking for. A few blocks away from Gillian's house, she found a young boy playing in his front yard. His name was Billy Norton, and he was about 8 years old. His father was a drunk, and his mother had died in childbirth, something that his father never forgave him for. As such,Billy commonly could be seen playing in his yard until eleven or even midnight, waiting for his father to pass out. Billy was a good kid, but Jen didn't care. To her, he was just a tool.
"Hi, Billy," Jen said, smiling broadly.
"Hi...uh..uh.."Billy said, trying to remember her name.
"Jen. Watcha doin'?" Jen tried hard to put on a friendly facade, despite what she was planning.
"Nothin',"Billy said, looking rather bored indeed.
"Wanna play a game?" Jen asked.
"Okay!" Billy said excitedly.
"We have to play over at Miss Gillian's house. You remember Miss Gillian, right?" Jen asked, still trying to maintain her enthusiasm.
"Yeah," Billy replied, and Jen led him down the street, back to Gillian's house. As they reached the front yard, Jen took his hand, pulling him behind a bush in her front yard.
Jen glanced up at the sky, seeing the moon had been obscured by clouds for a moment. "You ready?" Jen asked.
"Yeah!" said Billy, mimicking the grin on Jen's face.
"This is a special kind of game, Billy. It's called 'Wolfman at the door'. I want you to run up to the door, and wait until the moon starts coming out, then knock, okay?"
Billy looked confused, but nodded. Jen reached out, grabbing his arm, jabbing him with the needle, being careful not to waste too much blood. She was sure he wouldn't need much. "Owwwww!" whimpered Billy for a moment, then he stopped, turning to look at her. "It doesn't hurt now, Jen." Jen saw a slight feral glint behind his eyes.
"I know, honey," Jen said, kissing him on the forehead, "Now quick, run!"
Jen watched as Billy ran up the porch steps to the door. He followed her instructions to the letter, watching the sky until the moon became visible again. She saw his tiny body shudder, and wondered what it felt like for someone so young. Billy knocked roughly on the door then, and Jen could tell he was trying to hold the beast inside, his human nature fighting the new beastial presence.
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Gillian answered the unexpected knock, hoping it was Jen coming back to ask her forgiveness. When she opened the door, she saw it was Billy Norton from down the street. "What do you want, Billy?" she asked.
Billy looked up at her with wide eyes quickly going yellow. "Wolfman at the door!" he said gleefully, his body shaking.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Gillian, feeling her body temperature rising in an all-too-familiar way.
Jen laughed as Billy, her unwitting servant ran into the house, tearing at his shirt, knowing that no matter who won, Gillian would never be the same.