Jawjack

Teeth gnashed,

pearly white against crisp and blackened skin that flaked off like overcooked turkey in the oven.

Long strands of sinew shriveled up against taught muscle where red under flesh spent time cooking to a perfected pink.

I stared at the work I'd done.

The bone and flesh thing with melted out eyes, and a hollowed nose.

"You actually burned him alive," a voice said behind me. I could almost picture their brows popping up, like they were legitimately surprised before I snorted at the comment.

It sounded ridiculous. "He deserved it," I said coldly. And it had... satisfied my more innate curiosities.

Had I been any younger, I might have been horrified at the act. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams being a murderous bitch, but- here I was, doing just that.

A wilder part of me, that my former self would have never believed, was giddy over it. Giddy over the prospect of my now-husband, then neighbor being the one who goaded me into such behaviors because it seemed to make him feel hot all over just watching me absolutely gut someone.

"Kat-"

The gasped breath with my name on their lips had me yanking my head. I turned back to stare at my little sister, and for a moment, a tiny part of me sparked to life, worried that she'd be terrified of me, but just as quick as the fear jumped forward, it also spurned out its spark and died. "What?"

"W-What the hell?"

"Vampire are scum," I told her very calmly, tipping my head to the side as I regarded the corpse carefully. The disinterest in my eyes probably wasn't missed by her. "Don't feel bad for him. I did him a mercy to save him from Red torching his ass at degree probably hotter than some gas station fuel. Come on." I nodded, yanking my head at her. "He had an accomplice and we can't let him get too far."