Author: Rose Valentine PM
[ficlet] Little Kitty needs some serious quenching. Not water, not lemon juice, just plain blood. Maybe sweet, tangy blood will do. Meow.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror - Words: 601 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12-21-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2453293
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A shining, gleaming blade of silver rocked back and forth at Little Kitty's small hand. Humming a soft Mary, Mary Quite the Contrary tune, she stared blankly at her pleading mom, her tiny and meek pathetic mom as she swing the knife back and forth, just like the way mom did whenever Little Kitty would be lulled to sleep.
But the difference is, mom would be the one going to sleep and she would be the one lulling mom to go to fantasy land.
A twisted smile crept upon Little Kitty's bloodied lips as screams of terror filled the Victorian manor.
"Calm down, mommy. The blade hasn't even touched you. It's fine. It's fine now. You don't have to shout at Little Kitty," she uttered softly to her mother's ear.
Caressing her mother as gentle as she can, she stealthily groped the blade just below her mother's throat, softly humming along the way.
"Why are you doing this?!" mom's outraged cry echoed through the hallway. Little Kitty did not appreciate mom's impolite cry at all. In fact, she detested it with every fiber of her being.
"Kitty says you're too noisy. And noisy moms often get bad reputations. Hmm?" She carefully stroked mom's burgundy hair lovingly, thinking how good her blood would taste like.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!"
"Oh, you don't need to raise your voice, mom. Your darling daughter will take care of you. Everything's just going to be fine."
"YOU'RE A FREAKING PSYCHOPATH, YOU KNOW THAT?!?"
Little Kitty just smiled and stroke the blade playfully along mom's sweating neck. "Aww, what did I tell you about using such obscene language?"
The blade twisted and turned as it groped its way inside the sweat-filled neck of the whimpering woman. Little Kitty's smile was becoming bigger and bigger every piercing second.
Little Kitty only uttered a soft "meow" then went on with the work. "Mom, it's for your own good. Don't be afraid. I'll be here, watching you."
Then in a fluid motion, an electrifying jolt sent the woman breathing to her last. Crimson blood burst everywhere.
And Little Kitty innocently smiled upon as she licked mom's neck to find out that the blood was not the way that she had expected it to be. She figured it would've been sinfully sweet, but all her hopes faded away in darkness to give way to a growing rage and frustration building up inside her.
Discarding away the blade like a piece of bitter lollipop, Little Kitty purred discontentedly and licked mom's blood in complete disgust.
"That was rotten. Just like a dog." She shook her head and uttered a tsk, tsk, tsk.
((Ding dong. Ding dong))
Little Kitty straightened her black Gothic-Lolita dress and went to answer the door. A slim young woman stood in the doorway, her smile radiant. "Hello, little girl! I'm Mary Rose, your babysitter at service. Where's mom?"
The young woman glanced around inside but before she stepped in, blood scattered everywhere in large amounts. Little Kitty tasted Mary Rose's blood immediately.
"Hmm. Satisfying. Good enough."
Then she strolled off the neighborhood to find a new, unsuspecting victim that would – hopefully – satisfy Little Kitty's unusual, sinfully morbid taste.
Just a ficlet I wrote when completely bored to the dumps. Hope it sounds good, yet I feel it's gonna be crappy. Oh well . . . Here's virutal vanilla cookies to those who'll review.