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His scream rings in your ear, long and beautiful. "God, oh god, what the fuck… what the fuck…"
Candi laughs. "Don't be such a fucking baby." She looks back at you and nods. "Go ahead," she says. "Before he gets cold." She nods to Arthur.
It's all the permission you need. You set on him like an animal, biting, tearing, shaking your powerful neck to rip him to pieces. He doesn't last much longer. You're insatiable like this, but once you've eaten everything worth eating, your hunger is less sharp, more obedient. Pulling back, your muzzle drips, caked in blood. It Mirror's your sister's face. Candi locks eyes with you as she licks bright red from the blade of the knife.
David is saying something, pleading maybe. You're not really sure. Doesn't really matter. No. It matters a little. You need info before you finish him.
"<span class="mu-s">Why. Her.</span>" The words come hard. You have to force them out. Projecting that level of humanity is difficult, almost impossible, but you manage it.
David is shocked to silence, staring in disbelief.
"He asked a question," Candi says, dragging her blade across his inner thigh, drawing a thick red line.
David screams and tries to push her away but a snarl from you stops him. "Sh-she knew!" He blurts. "She knew about…about Allan! Oh god… oh god… what the fuck…"
So they were trying to get revenge for their friend. Oops. Guess they fucked that up. Their loss is your gain.
Candi licks her knife again, eyes flickering closed as she hums to herself. You can taste it. You taste David's blood in your sister's mouth. She meets your eyes again and it's like looking into a mirror.
"Please… please…" David mutters, his own eyes becoming unfocused as life leaves him. Obviously there's no chance you're going to let him go. You promised Candi a kill. This is her chance.
You don't need to say anything, Candi knows what you want. Her lips split in a brilliant smile, eyes flashing and eager. She turns back to David, grips the knife in both hands, raising it high overhead. "Hey David. Smile!"
He screams as she plunges it down into him. When she pulls back blood spatters her a moment before it goes back into him again with a soft, wet sound. He raises a hand to ward her off but the knife cuts through that just as easily as the rest of him, plunging into his palm and ripping free. He tries to crawl away, screaming as Candi stabs him again and again and again, painting herself in crimson splashes. She finds his lungs and they foam, his scream cutting off. Soon she finds his heart. A powerful jet of blood hits her as he falls limp, but she keeps stabbing, lost in a frenzy.
You watch, unable to look away as she brutalizes him, stabbing a dozen, two dozen, three dozen times. For the last six strikes, he doesn't move, doesn't react, already dead.
Finally Candi sits back, panting, exhausted. She looks back at you uncertainly. "Did I… do good?"
