Before The Sun Goes Down

Gerard's POV
It was dark by the time I found Miles, and I was worried sick about leaving Frank on his own for this long, and the worry was fuelling my anger and hatred towards Miles to an even greater level.
He's in a bar, bragging about 'getting laid' last night. My stomach twists, a metallic taste filling my mouth from the disgust I have towards him.
I thought I was the monster, but now I've met him, I've changed my perspective. I force the anger down, forcing a sweet smile onto my face as I walk over to him. I tap his shoulder, making him spin round, drunkenly.
He looks me up and down, a shaky smirk on his face as he licks his lips. I raise my eyebrows, smiling. “You going to buy me a drink or are you just going to stand there?” I lean an elbow onto the bar, my posture open and inviting. He eagerly nods his head, turning around and grabbing the bar tender by the elbow as he walks past.
“Can I have a...” He looks at me, an eyebrow raised. “Gin and Coke, please.” He nods, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He shoves a few dollars on the bar, turning back to me. “I haven't.. seen you around here.. What's your name?” I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over his cheek. “That's for me to know and for you to find out, sugar..” Being this close to him makes my stomach churn and I can hear the vein pumping in his neck, just begging for me to rip it out and leave him to bleed to death.
I move away before my temper gets the better of me, forcing a smile back onto my face. He's smirking at me again, and for the first time I notice a cut on his eyebrow. “Where'd you get that?” I point to his face, making him scowl. “Just this little dick, he just attacked me, I wasn't even doing anything..” I can see the glint of the lie in his eyes, just as I'm getting the memories from last night from him.
I try to stop them coming, to stop them from filling my head with the sick shit, but I can't, they're too overpowering. I grimace, unable to stop myself from showing just a little bit of emotion, considering I'm full to the fucking brim.
“Sounds nasty...” He nods, the dirty smile back on his face. I lean closer once again, breathing the scent of alcohol on breath. “Say, how about after this drink, you and me go back to your place?” He smiles to himself, nodding.
I smile back, unintentionally making it look slightly evil, I think. I take a sip of my drink, only now noticing that I've been served.
When he isn't looking, I swap my drink for the empty glass next to me, tapping him on the shoulder.
“I'm finished...” I bit my lip, trying to look even slightly alluring. He smirks, downing his drink in one gulp and then tottering over to the door, me following after him.
He hails a taxi, apparently not caring about breaking the law by sexually assaulting somebody, but he won't fucking drink and drive, will he? He grabs my hand, practically forcing me to fall on his lap when he climbs in. I almost slap him, but I force a giggle and make a shade of red to appear on my cheeks from my shifting power.
I move away, edging closer from him slowly so he doesn't notice.
It only take a few minutes to get to his apartment, not worth the taxi fare, really. He spends more time trying to get the key into the lock than the drive took us to get here, so I end up grabbing it from him and sliding it in.
I push him in, being as forceful as I want now that we aren't in public. All it does is make him stumble and smirk, but when he looks at me, he turns as white as a sheet. I've let my eyes go back to the livid red they were before, and I've shifted into a shadowy, terrifying thing.
“Sit down, sugar. Make yourself comfortable..” I push him onto the couch, and he sits there dumbly,
staring at me with a pale face and wide eyes. “Look, I'm going to get straight to it. I know what you did last night, Miles, and I'm not very happy about it,” I stop, looking him dead in the eyes. My fangs have sharpened now, so I smile at him, showing them off. “In fact, I'm fucking disgusted. Rape is... Rape is.. I don't know, I can't think of a word that sums up the disgust I have for you, you piece of shit.” I stand there, with a hand on my hip, looking at him with red eyes.
He gulps, his mouth opening and closing. “I didn't... do anything... Whatever that little runt told you, it's all a fucking lie!” He stands up, but I push him back with air.
“Don't fucking move, scumbag. I know what you did. I know exactly what you did, Miles. You went into his own fucking apartment and raped him, beat him, trashed the place, didn't you? You got drunk, you were resentful at him for running out on that date with some guy. You thought about murdering him, but you don't have the guts for that, do you? Instead you beat him unconscious, sat there for a while making yourself even drunker, 'for courage', then you fucking raped him!” I'm practically screaming at him, my hands shaking in anger.
I take one stride over to him, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up. I give him enough leeway so he can breathe, but there will be bruises on his throat in the morning, if you can see them through the gash wound that's going to be there, too.
“How the fuck do you know this?” He tries to sound strong, but his voice is chocked and shaky. I smirk at him, a smirk I reserve for pieces of shit. “Do you really think you're in the position to fucking swear at me?” He stares at me for a second, then he casts his eyes downwards. I let go of him, leaving him suspended in the air with a new skill I learned with the Council.
He wildly looks around, his legs flailing. We catch each others eyes for a second, his wide and terrified. His cheeks then flare up, making me slightly confused, but then I hear little droplets of liquid falling on the carpet.
He's pissed himself, he's that scared. I crinkle my nose up, tutting at him. “God, you dirty little bastard.. You should have said that you needed the toilet, I would have let you go..” I chuckle, the bathroom door opening with my command.
I grab the back of his collar, letting the telekinesis hold on him go, just dragging him across the floor, through the puddle of his piss. He lets me drag him like a rag doll, not complaining or struggling to get away.
I kick him through the door, making him land by the toilet. I pull him up, making him stand up. He looks at me, shaking and small compared to the last time I saw him in person. I lunge forward, grabbing the back of his irritating hair. I pull his head back, making him wince.
I force him down, onto his knees, making him cry out. The sound makes me smile, so I grip harder and twist his neck around.
His eyes are screwed shut, but a few tears leak out anyway. “Ahh, is the little Miles crying? You aren't so fucking big any more, are you? If Frank saw you like this, he'd fucking laugh in your face, sugar.” I force his head forwards, towards the toilet. “You needed the toilet? Well, here you go..” I push his face into the bowl, purposely banging his head on the ceramics. His face enter the water, and I hold it there for a minute, then pull him out and drag him out of the bathroom.
I shove him onto the lounge floor, making him roll sideways a bit. “How you doing? You sorry yet?” He looks up at me, his chest heaving, his hair wet. He shakes his head, a gruesome smile appearing. “Am I fuck. I had the time of my life, doing that to him. It felt fucking great...” I shake my head at him, the rage spilling through the barriers I put up.
I kick him in the face, making his head snap back. He doesn't move for a second, and I begin to think that I've killed him already, but then he groans and lifts his head. His nose has been completely destroyed, there's blood splattered everywhere.
Even though the thoughts of his blood makes me sick, I crouch down and run a finger down his face, collecting his blood and then sucking my finger, smirking. The slight defiance that was in his expression vanishes, replaced by terror. “Just as I thought... Your blood tastes dirty.. like muddied water or something...” I stand up, smiling down at him darkly. “Disgusting...” I spit at him, the bloody spit landing on his face.
He cringes, but makes no move to wipe it off. I see one of his hands flat on the floor, and I stand on it, hearing several cracks as I twist my foot like I'm putting out a cigarette. He howls, his back arching. For good measure, I stop on it again, hearing a few more cracks as I do.
I stand besides him, watching him gasp with pain for at least five minutes. I then stomp on his kneecap, feeling it crumble underneath my foot. He lets out a silent scream, his eyes watering. “Whoops, I slipped...” I chuckle, looking down at him writhing in pain.
“You... You bastard! You're going to.. to burn in.. in hell for this!” I chuckle again, shaking my head.
“Honey, I am hell...” I stamp on his lower leg, hearing and feeling his shin snap in two.
He actually does scream this time, a high pitched scream that makes him break out into a coughing fit. “Shut up, you little fucker..” I force his mouth shut, stopping him from making noise.
He starts shaking his head, his good hand trying to pull the invisible force that's holding his mouth shut away. I kick him in the ribs, making at least three of them crack. He immediately curls into a ball, then a muffled cry comes from him because he moved his leg.
“Hm.. How about some music? It's kind of quiet around here...” I look around spotting his sound system and a pile of CDs next to it. I flick through them, throwing the ones I dislike over my shoulder, smiling slightly if one of them hits him.
I chose a Slipknot album, pressing the button to get to track two on the album, People=Shit. I nod my head to it, whistling along with the tune as if it's Mozart or something. I sit on my knees next to him, Miles still curled into a ball, and force him to look at me. I smile at him sweetly, making confusion flash in his eyes before they go back to being dull again.
“You have a pretty good music taste, sugar..” I lean down closer, feeling the heat from his skin radiating onto mine. I hear the pulse from his jugular vein, and I make my fangs sharpen again. “How would you feel if I say that I'm about to rip your throat out?” His eyes widen, and he makes muffled sounds of protest while shaking his head frantically. “No? Well, that's a shame, isn't it? I don't believe that pieces of dirt should get an opinion, quite frankly,” He starts to cry, still shaking his head. “Now, be a good boy and stop struggling... It will be over quickly.. I mean, you'll be in a lot of pain, but it's over in around three minutes, honey. Don't worry..” I smile devilishly at him, making him cry harder as he closes his eyes shut and starts brokenly humming.
He's trying to block me out by making noise, but he doesn't know that I can speak to him telepaphically.
“Hi, Miles..” I say into his head, making him snap his eyes open and fall silent. “How you doing? Sorry, stupid question, you obviously aren't okay, are you? Anyway, as I was saying, I could kill you now, or later. Which would you prefer? I don't mind either, I get to have a little fun if you choose later...” I take the pressure off his jaw, letting him be able to open his mouth and talk again.
“Why can't you just leave me alone? I've learnt my lesson... I'll never go near Frank again.. I swear!” I tut at him, almost regretfully. “It's too late, you dug your grave, now you have to be buried... So, what is it? Now... or later?” He sighs, relaxing. When his eyes open, they look defeated. I smile, knowing I've broken his will. I poke him in the ribs, making him hiss. “So..?”
“I don't fucking care.. Kill me now, if you want..” I smile, jumping up while clapping my hands. “But this is so much fun.. Aren't you having any fun?” I smile at him, batting my eyelashes.
He looks at me, his eyes silently asking if I'm crazy.
I turn my smile into the evil one, and kick his ribs again, hearing several others crack. His breath gets caught in his throat, his breaths ragged. I think a rib bone has pierced a lung. I shrug to myself, he can choke his own fucking lung up, I don't really fucking care.
“You sorry yet?” I nudge his side with my foot, making his face twist up. He nods once, his breathing laboured. “Wow, okay then.. Let's get you to the hospital, if you're sorry..” He looks up at my serious face, a glint of hope playing on his face. I gently lift him up, walking a few step before dropping him back on the floor. “Did you actually think I was fucking serious? I'd rather burn in hell than do that, sugar.” I chuckle as he begins to whimper, crying again. “You're fucking pathetic..”
I look down at his body, curled up around itself. I'm starting to get bored, sick of seeing his pathetic face still alive and animated. I lean down, smirking at him. I move his face to the side gently, giving me better access to his neck. I put my lips to it, trying to prolong it as long as possible to make him suffer just like Frank will for the rest of his life.
My teeth sharpen, making me smile, and I rip out his vein, making him go stiff, shudder, and then lie back down, his face frozen in shock. The blood pours out of the wound, pooling onto the floor.
“F..uck.. yo-you..” He gags on his own blood, basically gargling it. “I'd rather you didn't, thank you.. I'm not into dirty pieces of rapist shit..”
He fall silent after that, the blood pouring out of the wood faster than it probably should, but I did rip out a lot of his neck, and he dies with in two and a half minutes. I close his eyelids, smiling softly. “That's better..” I pat his cheek, walking out and leaving the front door open behind me, shifting into somebody else as I do.

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