In Time: V is for Vengeance
This is another piece from my WIP “In Time.” It picks up where Veins of Fury left off.
Viola took a breath. She could feel the beast rising already. She needed to find shelter immediately. She worked her way down the alley, quickly finding a broken window leading into the basement of Father Lee’s tattoo parlor.
She cast a furtive glance around to make sure no one was watching and crawled through it. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark. Lumps scattered around the room revealed that it was at least partly furnished. Her stomach banished the silence. She needed to eat. The knowledge of what was coming killed any appetite she had. She stretched out on the love seat and let her eyes close.
She woke with heightened senses. The room around her was bright though it had no light. The whispered footfalls of the people walking on the floor above her she heard loud and clear. She could smell the river several miles away.
Viola rose from the love seat carefully. It’d been a long time since she’d let the Vamp out. A practice run was necessary to fulfill her thirst before wreaking the vengeance Father Lee deserved. She waited a few minutes for the transformation to complete. Her memories faded, her eye teeth grew, and a lust for blood motivated her to move. She could smell the blood encased in flesh just beyond the window.
She moved quickly, snapping his neck before drinking her fill. She dropped the body carelessly to the ground as the voice of Father Lee distracted her. Two steps and she was inside the parlor. She lurked in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment. It presented itself soon enough. Father Lee let the last of his patrons out and joined Nieve behind the counter to mull over their profits for the day.
Viola moved so swiftly, she was a mere flash.
“What was that?” Nieve asked.
“I didn’t see anything,” Father Lee answered.
Viola moved again, faster than the human eye could see.
“There! Did you see that?” Nieve pointed to the space Viola just vacated.
Father Lee shook his head but let his eyes focus on the room around him. Viola moved again, and this time, he caught it.
“Nieve! Move!” He pushed her straight into Viola’s waiting arms.
An inhumane sound filled the room and he realized she was laughing.
“Thank you,” Viola said, her voice accompanied by the crisp snap of bone.
She could smell Father Lee’s fear and a grotesque smile crossed her face. Satisfied, she tore into Nieve’s flesh with vengeance and tossed her ravaged body at his feet.
This week Write on Edge asked us to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece about a time someone crossed a line, legally or ethically. We could have explored vigilante justice or another sort of line crossing.
So, tell me what you’re thinking. Did Viola cross the line?
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