Till Death
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (South West - Texas)Transcript
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If found the marks on Frank's neck would prove he had been attacked by a vampire, especially if Detective Collins got involved, which he certainly would and his body was here in my woodshed. I'd be the prime suspect. I took a step back from Frank's body and my legs bumped into something behind me. It was an ax, the same one Bennett and I had used the night before, unsure if the thought was genius or crazy. Perhaps both. I drug Frank's body over a tiny distance, centering his neck on the stump. We used to chop wood with the bloody bitt marks clear in my sight. I grasped the ax, lifted it high and dropped the blades straight down onto the two dots left behind by my fangs with my fresh feet and enhanced strength that took only one swing to chop clear through Frank's neck. His head fallen to one side and his body slump into the other. Frank's eyes remained wide pointed in my direction as I stared down at him, I should have been upset or disgusted, but instead I felt peace. Frank was the worst kind of person, selfish, vile, a liar. Today was not about him, not about the how or why at all. Today was my day, the day I took control of my life. Today was the day I went from being a hero of my story to being the villain. And so I did with no regret, the sound of the door opening startled me and Bennett stood in the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face as he took in the scene before him. There, I stood bloodied clothes and ax in hand and my decapitated fiancee on the ground at my feet. Laddy. What have you done? I can explain. I started my voice much calmer than I expected it to be. And my demeanor unnaturally calm. Bennett looked from me down to Frank, back up to me again. He ran a hand over his face and up through his hair. After a moment of silence and my lack of offering any explanation. Bennett moved closer to me, gently taking the ax from my hand and leaning it against the wall of the woodshed.