You’ve Seen The Butcher || Dane
Dannika chewed on her bottom lip, looking over her shoulder at her blood-caked beau. He always looked extra handsome when coated in a thick layer of someone’ blood - though, it was so much sexier when he still dripping with the liquid. They’d been walking for a few hours, finally having left the view of the prison behind. It was nice to be far off from the building that held her lover captive for so long. Being away from him was completely agonizing, but now she was back with him and it was time to cause trouble. Firstly, she needed to tend to his broken ribs; if they were even broken, they were tender she knew that much.
“Hey look.” she smiled, pointing to a small cabin off in the distance. Danni was off and running toward the building before Kane could say anything. Hearing rustling inside she perked a brow, okay so it was going to be fun! She didn’t care who was inside, this was going to be her new home, that much she’d already decided. Which meant the current inhabitants needed to get the fuck on out. Her trusty knife was tucked into the back of her shorts as she knocked on the door. As soon as it opened she counted the people inside. Three, no big deal. Now, were they friendly or not?
Clearly, they weren’t vipers, she’d probably have already been shot in the head; or at least they’d have already tried. Not Legion scum, no dogs. One seemed to be tweaking out in the corner, which caused her to laugh. “Your friend okay?” she asked, looking over his shoulder. “Keep your pretty mouth shut and we won’t hurt you… Too bad.” Chem fiends, cute. “Oh that was a mistake…” she nodded, Kane wouldn’t like that comment. Danni didn’t hesitate when leaning forward to head butt the guy. Both his hands raised to his face and he screamed “You broke my fucking nose!” blood everywhere, which only made her more excited. “Cry about it.” she smirked, pushing him aside while moving into the house, Kane could have fun with that one.
One was laying on the bed completely unconscious, and the other was in the corner shivering like he was going through withdrawals. Those were always so fun to fuck with, because at first they had no idea what was going on. Danni skipped over to him, dropping down on his lap. “Feeling alright?” she asked, leaning in to smell him. The chrome knife was already spinning in her hand, part of her wanted to take it’s time, but the other part was just hungry. “Fuck it.” she shrugged, plunging the knife into his throat, cutting through his jugular, making the one of the most beautiful messes she’d ever seen.
Upon pulling the knife back out, blood was splattering about, even when his palm moved to cup the wound. “No no.” nice effort, but she wasn’t having it. Quickly she swatted away the mans hand, leaning her face into his neck; he wasn’t exactly as good tasting as Kane, but she could have as much of this little thing as she wanted. He didn’t offer much of a struggle, or maybe he did, Dannika was too busy chewing on his neck to notice.
Kane smiled a wicked sideways grin each time Danni stole a glance at him, knowing exactly what she was thinking. After all there was nothing he loved more than seeing his Angel covered in the remnants of a fresh kill, and he knew very well how much she enjoyed that look on him. With as much eye fucking going on as there was it was a surprise they hadn’t stopped to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck like the savage animals they were. But there were things they needed to do before getting lost in their more carnal desires. First was getting as far away from the prison was possible, and the second was finding a place where they could patch up their hurts before inflicting more.
When she sprinted off towards the cabin, he would follow at a slower pace; after all he still had two broken ribs, a nice shotgun blast to his arm, and multiple other injuries. Sure he could take a lot more, but there was no point in pushing himself harder than he needed to just yet. He’d reach the cabin just as his Angel invited herself in.
Crossing the threshold himself, Kane observed the three occupants of the tiny shack, quickly summing up that there would be little fight from the trio. The man with the broken nose was still bitching, blood covered hands shaking as he spit out curses towards the cannibalistic female. His eyes followed her to the man curled up in the corner on a bad trip. A smile would spread wide across his lips when his impatient mate couldn’t seem to wait for more blood to flow, quickly opening the man’s neck up to shower her with the life-force pumping through veins. She was always so fucking beautiful when she was laying waste to everyone in sight, like a vengeful goddess on a warpath, and all that could make her happy was offerings of blood and flesh.
As the man with the broken nose yelled out in shock and horror, the vicious predator in the shape of a man would reach out and take hold of the other by the throat. Dragging him closer and strangling out the sounds which he tried to use to form words of protest. The blood trickling down the face opposite his turned the smile on his features into something altogether inhuman and sadistic. In the ominous depths of Kane’s eyes there was no humanity to be found, only a void where a soul might have been if he’d ever had one.
He’d soon be doing his own carving; the blade of his own knife was sunk deep into the man’s belly and jerked upwards until it met with his ribcage. Fingers wrapped about his throat with a deathly grip prevented any kind of sounds save for weak gurgling noises. Hands which had been locked onto his arms had started pounding and flailing against his limb, but resistance was futile, he was already dead the moment the angel of death came calling. But it wouldn’t be a swift parting for any of them into the afterlife. The pair of animalistic lovers would see to that, for it had been far too long since they had been able to enjoy playing with their food. No, this gruesome scene was only the start, a precursor to what the rest of the night held in store.
