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Soorie smirked a little inside as the girl stepped around the riding toy in the carnival. Oh how she loved to linger in this place and that was made all the better by the girl who wandered around. Being nearly blind gave her the advantage of learning to listen to everything that everyone else blocked out. She knew the girl was close to the hot dog stand, the smell of the woman seemed to entice that other side of her. To think, Declan had called her really nice. If only he knew, her thirst was nearly as bad as the creepers at times. The helpless act she put on made it all the more easy to gain peoples trust. Kneeling down on the other side of the booth riddled with deformed toys she snatched up some dirt and started to rub it over her face and the visible part of her legs. When she was satisfied that she looked filthy enough she stumbled out from behind it. The woman jumped and started to pull a knife from somewhere in her boot, when she saw it was just another person she seemed to relax a little. Soorie stumbled around some more as though she were trying to get her footing. Finally she fell near the burnt body she could only assume had used to be a carnival worker. Such a shame that she wasn’t the one to catch them a fire. Her hands smashed into the ground in front of her just stopping her face from slamming into the ashen figure. Small metal rods dug into her knees, causing small spots of blood to trickle from her and cake with dust. All the powder she had spread only seemed to help slow the bleeding which only worked in her favor. Seeing her fall the woman nearly dropped her knife before realizing she’d still held it in her hand. Shoving it down in her boot she ran towards Soorie every intention of helping her. Pity really that her golden locks would soon be streaked and matted with blood. It was hard to contain the smile that wanted to creep across her own lips as she thought about everything she wanted to do to the girl. Her right hand moved ever so slowly down to the right so that she could grab one of the metal stakes. Finding the woman’s hands on her trying to shake her, to bring her back to her senses or get anything really out of her. Was that shouting? All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the screaming inside her head to do it. Yes that’s right do it smash her fucking brains in with anything. That was it the woman had been pushing on her and screaming at her long enough, the beast was ready to go on a rampage. Twisting she rolled over to her back, at the same time she brought her right hand around in an effort to make contact with the woman. In that one instant she saw the terror in her eyes, that blissful second that the woman knew she would not walk away that day. That scared look like a deer in the headlights unable to move because their bodily processes couldn’t seem to overcome that sudden grasp of fear. The feel of the cold metal in her hand making contact with that pretty, spotless white face caused her own body to shiver in anticipation. It had been quite a long time since she heard a crack like that, the bones shifting under the weight of the forced blow, that grinding of bone against bone. Blood splattered against the dirty deformed toys and the decaying wood that held them. Whited out hues never left the woman’s face as her right arm moved with what seemed like its own agenda. Oh no the blow didn’t kill her but it sure as hell gave her a headache. For a second she was sure the woman lost her senses, her bright blue eyes shut but when they opened blood trickled from her left eye socket. Her left eye looked as though it might burst out of her head in its deformed now broken socket. Pushing herself up from the ground she caught the woman by the hair. A slow whistled slipped through her lips as she gave the blond locks a firm tug. Tipping the woman over backwards on her ass she started to pull. Kicking the woman tried to fight back some but she was still rather disoriented. After only a few feet she dropped the woman’s hair and moved so that she could step over her, straddling her, right in her face. “Cirque Du Soorie says that it is your time to join the carnival.” A wicked smile and a wild look in her eyes made the woman nearly jump out of her skin, or perhaps have a mini-heart attack. Her left hand that had just been intertwined in her hair moved up so that her thumb could push hard against the broken fragments around her skull. Crying out in pain the woman flailed her arms and punched out at Soorie landing a direct hit across her cheek. Her glasses flew from her face landing a few feet away causing her to close her eyes and falter a little. Without looking she raised the metal rod and brought int straight down in front of her catching the woman across the arm with a resounding snap. A scream shot from the woman, fuck was she trying to draw the creepers? Soorie needed to shut her up before she drew their attention or worse the living. Raising the bar back and to her right she swung with everything in her she smashed the rod against her ribs, pulling back so that she could hit her again across the chest, arms, head and whatever else she could bash in her fit of utter rage. With clinched teeth she let out an animalistic growl, blood spattering everywhere with every connection she made. Bones cracked and cried out as they splintered against one another. Finally when she stopped her heart was in her throat and she heard silence and her heart. Using an empty left hand she pushed strands of blood covered hair out of her face, causing blood smears across her own cheeks. A ragged breath fell through her lips as she struggled to reign in that monster that had let itself crawl out and feed. When she was sure that she was still alone she leaned over and snatched up her sunglasses and shoved them back against her face. “Stupid bitch.” The voice that said those words seemed dark, sinister. When she was finished speaking she spit in the blonds face, well now she was a redhead. Smirking she dropped the rod and looked around the area for some kind of rope or string. Spotting the snakes hanging over the booth where the whole show had started it gave her quite the idea. Snatching up blood covered locks she drug the now lifeless much heavier body to the booth. With a bit of a struggle she wrestled the lifeless body up so that she could get her arms under the armpits. Lifting with everything in her she finally got the woman seated against the edge of the counter. Snatching down one of the snakes she tied its limp cotton filled body around blondies neck. Straining she pulled herself up on the ledge so that she could hold the woman steady with one hand as she stuffed the other end of the snake over the wooden bar that had held it. Once she got it secured through she pulled hard straightening the woman’s neck to be inline with it. Tying it off in a knot she slipped down off the edge of the banister and started to position the woman. Her ass barely kept her seated against the banister which meant the sneak wouldn’t rip in half so she would have to be most careful. Pulling the left hand up she shoved it down in the low cut tank top over left breast as if she were grabbing it. Once Soorie was satisfied that it looked like she really was playing with her own tit she knelt down to slowly unbutton and unzip the woman’s jeans. Snatching up her other hand she held the warm lifeless fingers straight against her own and slid them down inside the jeans just inside the underwear. When they were far enough down she pressed her fingers hard against the woman’s so that they slid between the lips of her vagina. If it were going to look like she was playing with herself she was going to make it look real. Stepping back she looked over blondie with a somewhat satisfied grin. Shaking her head she took a deep breath and dipped her finger in some of the wet dripping blood. Moving her slender blood dipped fingers over she drew a triangle around the woman’s nose. With a small wink she leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the blonds lips. “Sorry dollface but a woman has to get her rocks off….hopefully the creepers will find you before someone else does. Looks like you were getting your own rocks off!” With a small chuckle she turned away whistling softly again. She was going to go down to the waters and take a nice long clothed swim even if she did get a little salty.

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