To Kill the Beast

She killed the beast, it was nearly the most difficult thing she ever did in her life. She would never be arrested for the homicide, for the beast, even though it was humanoid in appearance, was obviously something more sinister. She would not be praised for the act either. The media would miss giving the disgusting reports of the carnage of deaths in the beast’s wake.

A beast killed her parents and siblings, when she was a child. She wasn’t sure if this was the same beast, but she knew in her depths that this was the last remaining of it’s kind. It said as much with it’s dying breath, even as it cackled at the thought of it.

A beast killed her roommate in college, savagely. The only way they could identify the body was with dental records, even so, they had to put her jaw back together first. She vowed to hunt and kill the beasts where ever she could find them.

She had killed 7 of them, before this one. Hunted them down like the beast that they were. Showed them no mercy, even though they never asked for any.

But, this beast, the last beast bit her, and all knew what happened from a beast bite. You became a beast yourself, eventually. So now she sat there, knowing she killed the last beast, and wondering if she had the strength to do the most difficult thing in her life. To kill herself before she became herself what she had hunted, and despised for so long. She could already feel the beast’s passions start to flow through her veins. And she liked how it felt. The blade of her knife rested precariously on her wrist. It would only take one quick swipe…