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the heart of a monster -Part 2

Sorry guys! I totally changed just a couple of details in part 1… cause I’m the author and I’ll do what I want. LOL but seriously. They were minor changes but obviously you are welcome to duck back and have a quick squiz… if you do and you can see what I changed, let me know… love you all, Amberley

The club was the same.

Bass beats thrummed through me to the pulse of the bodies on the dance floor.




Stinking of sex and alcohol.

I could hear, feel their hearts beating, pumping life-blood.

I could have danced…

A very long time ago, I may have.

Allowed myself to be swept away in the current of music and bodies.

But now, all the dance has left me.

There are no beats, no pulse in this body.


I simply stand in the shadows, unnoticed, unnoticeable, just the way I like it. The way I intended it.

But I didn’t have to wait long. Predators like him liked to get started early. More night for them to, for lack of a better word, play.

He stood close to a girl.

Girl – Chestnut brown hair like the last one.

Drunk as fuck, stumbling like an idiot.

Trusting, like a fool.

Thighs showing,


Sweat and glitter.

Perfume and lipstick, smearing.

I sniffed the air.

Under the sex and grog,

the sweat and the cigarettes,

the fear and the lust,

I could smell the little treat he had for her. Waiting to slip it into her drink.

I smiled. I liked it when I was avenging one and saving another.

She would need to pee eventually. Drunk girls pee a lot.

True to form, two songs later she was stumbling off toward the ladies room and I watched him

watching her.

Hand moving

Floating above her drink

like it was nothing.

Fairy dust, sprinkled.

That cunt.

There was no remorse.

No care.

No hesitation.

It hadn’t even been a week since he was let off for the last one.

Her corpse barely cold

Her blood barely dry

I had to work quickly but quick is something we specialize in. Through the doors to the ladies’ room swifter than any human could have seen.

I was no more than a breeze,

a phantom,

Movement at the corner of your eye.

The lavatory stunk. Like piss and shit and vomit. The real smell of death. The rotting comes later.

The girl, drunk and clumsy, did not notice me standing behind her. I could smell the trust, the alcohol flowing through her veins, straws in a cocktail. She stumbled into a stall and began pulling down her panties before she had even closed the door.

I sighed and turned to the mirror to look at my reflection.

Cheek bones, high.

Lips, like blood.

Hair, abyss.

Skin so creamy you could feed it to a cat… if anyone looked twice at me (if I allowed them the chance) they would be able to see I was not human. I was nothing anyone remembered these days… I was…

The door slammed open and drunk girl stumbled out.

She sloppily washed her hands and glared at me, trying to make her eyes focus.

I turned to the girl and looked her over. I didn’t have to get her features right, not perfect. Just… enough.

I don’t feel my body change, it is more like a cloak I put on rather than my bones reforming, skin changing colour.

Drunkenness so clouded her vision, she didn’t even notice me change into her.

“Sleep,” I whispered as I held out my arms to capture her.

Don’t worry. It isn’t real magic. It is more of a suggestion which humans cannot help obey. And she would have been collected by one of my sisters by the end of the night.

We can smell each other too.

Girl safe on the floor, I was already out in the club. Pretending to stumble or more likely I was pretending to pretend I wasn’t drunk because no drunk girl acts like she is drunk.

He was waiting. Watching. The want was thick on him.

Eager eyes



Empty belly and hands

Desperate for blood and pain

To feed off it…

I knew how he felt.

I took up the spiked drink and downed it in one shot.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked with his holster lips, pistol tongue.

I smiled.


43 thoughts on “the heart of a monster -Part 2”

  1. I am spellbound like I am one of your thralls! This is so good, and of course I like the revenge element and the antihero element and the great writing element!

    I can’t wait for part 3! And 4 and so on!!! Fantastic, Amberley! 😍☺😊❤

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    1. Bahahaha I don’t know about the … and so on… lol

      YAY! I’m so so so excited you guys like this… this story was actually a dream… and I have moulded it to fit into normal logic cause dream logic is funny lol but I have been wanting write it for so long. But I finally found the way I wanted it written.
      All the kisses!

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  2. This was so good… it makes me want to work on my horror book rather than what I am working on… what are your plans for this?… maybe we should have our MCs (I also have a bad ass girl for a main character) meet up for a cool tale… as a bonus story for the both of us (If you are writing a novel)… a side quest of sorts… so hyped right now…

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    1. I’m so happy you liked it!
      My plan was this… a short story… I’d love to join forces though…
      I love bad ass girls. I really do… I have a lot of them in my line up… lol all different but still. I love a good anti hero too.
      Yay! Xxx

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      1. Then we should do it… how does next year sound?… haha… maybe not tomorrow, but soon… need to drain my brain of these older ideas first… have your people call my people… we will work something out…

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      2. Bahahahahahahaha okay. Expect a phone call from your people relaying the message I gave to my people. The people can get together and have a chat. The people can have a tea party and get back to us…

        But seriously… I like this idea.

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  3. This is a gripping read. I went back to read the first part again and to be honest couldn’t find differences except that the word ‘preditor’ made me stop. You’ve spelled it that way twice. It means someone playing the role of both producer and editor in the entertainment industry. Unless it was a typo. Dreams inspire us so much. I found it to be a nice excuse to go back and listen to that haunting music again. Thanks for sharing it, Amberley and have a great day!

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