The elevator opened with a hiss and a sigh. Aerie Serene stepped off, stiletto heels clicking softly against the tiled marble floor. She stopped at a door marked SUPPLY ROOM, and closed it softly behind her.
There was a hesitant knock on the door. Aerie Serene turned the drill off and gazed fondly at the man beneath it.
The man beneath the drill trembled in pain until his eyes rolled into the back of his brain and his heart stopped beating. Aerie Serene looked down at him in disgust, reached into a bag, pulled out a needle, and stabbed him in the chest.
He awoke wildly, tugging at the restraints around his arms and legs until his vision focused and he could make out the woman standing over him.
Aerie laughed at his reaction; the tightening of his jaw and the widening of his eyes as he realized that he was, sadly, still alive.
Yes, she thought wickedly. Death would be better than what I am about to do to you. Her eyes flashed onyx, as iridescent as the scales of a fish, and her mouth widened, her canines stretching until two saber fangs hung from her upper lip.
Someone knocked on the door and she stood up from her crouched position, face snapping back into its sinister beauty as her fangs retracted and her eyes returned to their usual blizzard grey.
“I’ll be right back,” she promised the man on the table, who now quaked in horror at the monster seconds from draining every drop of his precious, red, blood. His sky blue eyes followed her every move as she pulled off her bloodied gloves and walked towards the door.
“What was so important that you had to disturb my interrogation?” Aerie Serene snapped at her intruder.
The girls eyes widened and she took a step back.
“My apologies mother, a new recruit has been made.” The girl replied hastily.
Aerie Serene’s face darkened and her daughter trembled, speaking quickly. “The – The girl you wanted so badly, she has agreed to join the Sky Academy and I-I thought you might want to greet her personally,” Serena Serene finished breathlessly.
Aerie Serene straightened, the predatory growl previously adorning her face dissolving into a devilish smile.
“Yes, thank you Serena,” she replied, reaching out to awkwardly pat her daughter on the head. Then she closed the door on her daughters face.
Serena heard the drill turn back on a moment later, the shrill cry of a man in infinite torture making her bones quake.
Short story written and owned by Jae Lei Nyght.