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Creatures

Everyone has one fear in common, whether they know it or not. This fear happens to be the fear of death. But the more you fear it, the quicker it'll approach you. We are here to make that statement be real no matter what. You'll go to sleep, be awakened by the ringing of a bell and the laughter of a young girl. But after that, you'll be gone. Never to breath, walk, talk, see, or hear again. You wont be missed, for all who would have a reason to miss you will already be gone.

My name is Ginger J. Vile. Most call me by my middle name, Jingles. I'm one of those people who claim to have no fears. But when death approached me, all I could do was scream and cry. But my death did not free me of this world, I just simply came back with a taste for blood and flesh. No I did not become a vampire or anything, but a stranger to the eyes of those I once loved.

My parents were asleep when I came back to them, the only light was the neon green glow of my eyes. I felt something run down my face as I stood over my parents, which was quite normal. My eyes were always watering. But this time, it was different. The liquid dripped down onto my mothers arm. It was black, yet it moved like blood.

The feeling must have woken up my mom, because all I saw was her eyes flutter open before she let out a terrified screech. "Mother! It's okay, mother.  I've come home," I smiled that special smile that she loved so much as I spoke. "NO!" She screamed, "Who are you?! You can't be Sirsey, and Ginger is dead!" I stared stunned at her. What is wrong with her? I thought. Her screaming woke up father, and he just sat up staring at me. I saw him reach into his bed side table and pull something out. He pointed it at me. "Father?" I asked quietly, "What are you do-" I was cut off as he pulled the trigger.

With a loud pop, I fell to the ground crying. I saw mother get out of bed and stand over me. All of a sudden, memories flashed into my head. "I died...," I whispered to myself. "I remember now..." I looked up at mother, wiping away my now black tears. "Mother," I said. "You're the reason I'm dead..." She stared at me. "What do you mean?" She asked. I stood up to face her. "You left me at the lab..." I said. "You said they could do anything to me. And they experimented on me then killed me..." I spoke as tears of rage began to form in my eyes. Father looked at her as she sat on the bed, placing her face in her hands.

"You wouldn't listen..." She said. I couldn't believe this now. I had thought they loved me, but by the look on fathers face, he had known of this too. "Why would you do this to me?!" The glow of my eyes brightened as I yelled this. Their bodies began to shake. They were scared. Scared of the daughter they had killed. Slowly my eyes and their glow turned black. I grinned. I reached toward them. My once fingernails, now black claws. They stared at me terrified.

"Ginger? What are yo-" Was all mother had time to say before I grasped my hand around her neck, digging my claws in until they came into contact with her neck bone, which I continued to crush in half. As her head fell the the floor and her body collapsed beside it, I looked at father. He stared at mother, his hands shaking. "You...you..." Is the only word he could find his voice to form. I lunged toward him, and grabbed the gun. I squeezed until it was dust.

I smiled at him. "I love you, father." I said. That was the last thing he heard before I slit open his throat and watched him bleed to death. I crept into my old room and looked over at the other bed. Sirsey. She was still asleep, even after the sound of the gunshot. I went over and shook her gently. "Sirsey?" I know this had woken her, but I was not prepared for what I saw when she removed the covers from her body. Her eyes were like mine, and she had tiny horns on the top of her head. "Stand up," I said. She listened to me as always, and stood up. I looked over her. She had a feathery tail and claws for fingers. "What did they do to you...?" I asked in an almost silent whisper. "What they did to you... That only difference, is I lived through all the did to me." I felt tears roll down my face. "Don't cry, Jingles..." She smiled. "They're dead now. I heard everything you did to them." I looked at her and smiled. "I guess I shouldn't. I mean, in a way, you and I both lived.  We can live in the tree house together.  Like we had planned when we were younger." Sirsey grinned. "We better take their bodies with us though. It'll be a few days til we target our next meal," she said.

We cut up the bodies with our claws, and stuffed the parts into trash bags. It was a bit difficult to drag them up into the tree house, but we got them there. While Sirsey was putting our parents bodies into the old cooler, I climbed out a window and perched on one of the branches. I felt something beside me and looked over. It was Sirsey. "It's a nice view..." She said with a smile. I heard her draw in a breath. "Come inside, Jingles. It's gonna rain." With that, she crawled in the way I had come out and I followed. She handed me a box as I sat on the old mattress. "What's this?" I asked. "Open it," She said and smiled sweetly like always. I opened it, and inside was a silvery-black string with small bells hanging off it. "A necklace?" I asked. She nodded. "It was going to be a birthday present, but I figured we should celebrate now." She took it from my hands and then crawled onto the bed, stopping beside me. I knew what she was doing already, and within seconds, the bells were around my next. She crawled off and stood in front of me. "They look amazing on you," She said.

After that, I smiled and let out a yawn. We fell asleep after that, and for the first time in awhile, we both had wonderful dreams.