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Sascha

Slayer

By Alexandra FPublished 6 years ago 5 min read
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Sascha

I’ve killed before. I’ve killed the one many times over, and I’ve been made to kill the other many times again. It’s part of my conditioning from the one I would kill in his stead. Huh. In his stead.

The one Senses like dissonance, like Whispers, like the blissful influence of a true Master’s mind over the one he claims. They have no choice, no real say in the matter. None of us does.

I’ve fought the hardest. Every time I’ve a will enough to resist, the one warps my reality against me, using the other to do so. This is all so that I’ll make a Deal. I never have.

I won’t make one ‘cause of who I expect myself to be and what others I love have taught me. It’s a whole different ball game, the Slayer versus the wife of the one vamped. In one, you’re still in love with him and you still remember him. It’s not like you were made to go anywhere by a Looping just yet. In the other, you’re set against him, you don’t remember him though you have this strong sense of him like you knew him before, but he looks completely different, really changed. You hear this voice inside go, “he is truly a changed man.” You look at him harder and notice no Sheen, part of his Head Health Frame is gone, he’s not doing as good as he physically appears, and he’s holding it together by sheer will alone.It’s like part of him was just taken out, almost stolen from him. You get the sense he made some kind of a Deal or Contract, but not that it would go that far. Oh, wait, he just remembered he later made one that did. You can tell all this by the look on his face and by the fact that, somehow, you can read him. That Looping Contract. That’s the one that did it against him. Of course, how can you get something from nothing? How can you expect a disso to let you waltz out of what he considers his cave without manipulating you? You can’t. Anyone who’s interacted with one knows that.

I hate how that one, the first maker of us, Senses. I also hate how he acts like he’s better, like he’s seeming like some nice guy, at least up until it wears off on people who know better. If you don’t trust him and you don’t act nice when he acts nice to you, don’t expect him to keep it up. But it’s not just him. He’s being Sheen-Held by someone else. From what I know, she’s the biggest slut and manipulator anyone’s ever seen. She sounds like a succubus to me, but I still haven’t had to slay any incubuses or them. Nah. I just get the vamps. I sometimes get the sense that I know more than I let on to my current self, but then I just shrug it off and go about my day. I’ve tried remembering that far back and all it gets me is a headache and dizziness. Not fun.

As I was saying about the maker, my night-type grandfather, I hate how he acts like, and this is just by guessing, just ‘cause he has my direct maker’s Sheen he’s nicer and more appealing to people. They’re not stupid. Some choose to keep the wool over their eyes, but that’s still a choice. At some point, they decided they wanted piss over the truth, so they chose ignorance. Me, as a slayer, I can’t afford to have the wool over my eyes. I’d be dead or at least screwed over in some other way, kind of like I am. I’m Looped, as I Read from my maker. I got this weird sense of satisfaction from seeing him not doing so well since he Looped me and I get the sense I didn’t have a say in that. I don’t remember enough to glean more than that, but I go with my gut. I know, I’m not too girly, but what I do isn’t too girly. A good shot at the middle of the forehead was never accomplished by the typical damsel in distress. I have to say, though, they’re good at other things, like manipulating men, and these are all classes of men, into doing anything for them. They’re like little succubuses themselves.

I’m never going to end up with a man that Looped me, at least not as long as he still did. I wouldn’t do that to anyone else, at least not without their say and I just feel within me, in my bones, in my gut, in all of me that that’s wrong.

What I expect of myself now that I’m a decent Slayer is self-reliance, helping those who actually need it, and keeping my wits about me. I’ve been tricked into helping this girl who acted like she was ditched by her caravan when really she was trying to rob me. I have this policy that served me well in that: I never go anywhere without a dagger. I stabbed her hand that was holding the knife to my throat to rob me to get free, then turned to face her once I was.

“You’re not too smart, are you, robbing a Slayer like that. Really any bounty hunter, anyone even remotely dressed like me, would know their way around here and know what they were doing. I may be a woman, but I’m a smarter one than you.”

She simply looked shocked and wounded, more like her pride had been wounded and less like her hand had been, and ran off, letting her scarf trail and then fall behind her. I laughed, then felt like there was a Voice laughing in my head at what she’d done. I wondered if it was him within me. I hated that. I was glad he was on my side, but not feeling like what I’d said was fully me wasn’t fun.

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Alexandra F

I write to give myself an adventure & if it's fun perhaps you will enjoy it too.

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