Several cars parked in front of the local snack bar. It was closing day, but there was light shining through the blinds and thus they walked to the entrance. They had all received an barua pepe with an invitation for a party, hosted kwa Castiel Novak.
After some hesitation a man opened the door and entered.
“Aaah, wewe came” Cas smiled as he turned around to face the crowd. The people looked around. There were drinks, appetizers, food. It really looked like a party, though they had no idea who this Castiel dude was nor why they were invited.
“Please, make yourselves at home” Cas alisema casual and he drank from his beer. “Oh, wait, I’m forgetting something” He snapped with his finger and a sekunde later there was rock muziki playing.
Some bila mpangilio girl walked to the plate and took one of the appetizers. She looked at Cas.
“Oh my God, is that blood?” she exclaimed shocked. Cas looked at his shirt. “As a matter of fact it is”
The girl stared at the blood stains for a little while longer. “That is so cool”
“For a moment I was afraid wewe were going to scream” Cas ametoa maoni dark.
“What would wewe do if I did scream?” the girl asked curious and a little intrigued.
“Then I would have to kill you” Cas alisema serious. The girl swallowed and backed away a little. Then Cas laughed. “I’m kidding” he reassured her. “How old are you?”
“Fifteen” the girl answered.
“Hmm” Cas sighed interested. “Want to make out?”
“I guess” the girl responded uncertain.
“Come on” Cas alisema and he dragged her along to the bathrooms. He slammed the door and pushed the girl against it.
“Wait, what are wewe doing?” the girl asked in fear when Cas opened his belt. “I’ve never done it before” she alisema quickly, thinking that would stop him. She tried to get out, but the door was stuck.
“Ssshh” Cas whispered. “If wewe don’t struggle, it might not even hurt”
When he almost reached the juu he grabbed the girl kwa her throat.
“Do wewe know why wewe were invited?” he asked sinister. “A while zamani I was here with some friends. I was sick. Dean had to carry me outside and it wasn’t easy. This place was full of customers, but none of them stood up to give Dean a hand. I remember wewe sitting there, chatting with your friends, and as Dean and I passed your meza, jedwali wewe didn’t do anything. wewe just sat there and stared at us. And then wewe went on chatting”
He let go of the girl and zipped his pants. Then he grabbed her hair and dragged her to a wall. He tightened his grip and brought her face close to his.
“You shouldn’t have come. This isn’t a party” he bashed her head against the wall, again and again and again, until she dropped dead on the floor. “It’s a massacre”