Poetic Death Threats from the Angel

Fang looked shocked. So did Tawny and Morrigan. Lilith stood with closed eyes and a smug grin on her face. I felt exposed. I hadn’t noticed before but the other vampires, excluding Aya once again, had been watching the whole thing.

“I’m going to take that as a mood swing” Fang said, the shock still plastered on his face.

“Yeah, th-that’s probably…probably best. Sorry, what were we talking about?” Tawny asked, shell-shocked. You would have thought I just kissed her.

“I’m not sure” Morrigan whispered.

Lilith seemed to be the only one unaffected by what had just occurred. She sighed, mumbled something to Tawny and led me to the staircase. Tawny had been busy modernising some aspects of the manor. For example, there was now a TV in the front room instead of the basement, which we had labelled the TV room just to make it seem like less of a basement. She had also given everyone creative control over their own room so long as it was okay with the hermit. He was more than happy to oblige. I was happy with the way my room was although I had to replace the dresser. The dragonflies were still annoying me. Lilith led me up the stairs and to her room, handily next to Morrigan’s. Lilith’s room wasn’t as I imagined it. I had pictured rainbows and bright colours and teddies of some kind, a gentle room for a gentle girl. The room I walked into, however, was more like the room of an assassin. The walls were white and home to a startling array of guns. There were at least twenty handguns, three shotguns, two rifles, what I think was a machine gun and various others. There were multiple silencers strewn around the room. The bed was a four-poster like mine although she had torn down the hangings. Remnants of the translucent material could be seen dangling from the top of the bed. The dresser had been turned around and a target painted on it in red. It was one shot away from total oblivion. Lilith was right, she never missed her mark. She sat on the bed and patted the space next to her. I joined her and she smiled.

“We have not exactly been the best of friends, have we?” she asked on the borderline of a laugh.

“Not to state the obvious” I said nervously. Being in a room so full of guns made me nervous.

“Do you love Fang?”


“Because if you do, do not miss this opportunity”.

“Something tells me you’re not saying this because you want me to live happily ever after”.

Lilith smiled again. She didn’t have the same canines as Morrigan. Morrigan’s were like that of a dog or a bear, huge and flowing straight down. Lilith’s were smaller but still larger than any human’s. The point was sharper and the tooth itself was delicately curved like that of a cat.

“You are a smart girl, Hallie. Even if you do not realise it. It is merely that my sister will not be happy until you are happy. Unfortunately, you are the one thing that is keeping her from what would make her happy” Lilith said, the evil edge in her voice that I’d heard before returning.

“What is it? The thing that would make her happy?”

She laughed. “Now that would be telling. And where would be the fun in that?”

Lilith smiled, an evil glint in her eyes. At times, that angelic girl could be truly terrifying. Something was keeping me in that room. Nothing physically held me in place and it certainly wasn’t me, I’d sooner share a meal with a rattlesnake than stay in the same room as Lilith. Creepy Lilith. Terrifying Lilith. Blind Lilith. She wasn’t blind but had the overall appearance of a blind woman, what with those creepy white eyes.

“Now, Hallie, you must learn to keep your thoughts from your blood. I just smelt everything your brain said to you. And trust me, my dear, I am far from blind” Lilith said creepily from beside me.

When the hell did she move? She was so quiet she could have snuck up on a tiger. She got up from the bed and collected up all the silencers in a blur of movement. She stood by her target dresser, facing away from me.

“Hallie, I think it would be best if you did not make up with Ayumu” she said, running her hand through her flowing white hair.

“I have no intention of making up with him”.

Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn’t there

He wasn’t there again today

I wish, I wish he’d go away


When I came home last night at three

The man was waiting there for me

But when I looked around the hall

I couldn’t see him there at all!

Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!

Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door…


Last night I saw upon the stair

A little man who wasn’t there

He wasn’t there again today

Oh, how I wish he’d go away”

“Was…was that you telling me to leave?” I asked nervously. It wasn’t the guns making me nervous, it was Lilith’s ability to memorise entire poems and novels.

“No, dear Hallie, it was a warning. You see, the man who wasn’t there wishes my sister to be happy too. But unlike me, he does not have the restraint to simply sit and wait. No, the man who wasn’t there prefers things to simply happen. One way to make my sister happy would be to remove you from the picture. Permanently. And the man would not hesitate if he were to find you alone and unprotected. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I think I get the message”.

Lilith turned, smiled her evil smile and beckoned for me to leave. I got out of there as fast as I could. I made my way back to my room. A death threat through a poem… well, Lilith always had to put on a show.

The End

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