Smiling. He was smiling. Covered in someone elses blood. Bodies all around him. Death all around him.
It was a strange sight, unfamiliar and eerie. Placing a shaking hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming, she felt the fear creep up on her, and she started to slowly and quietly back away from the horrific scene.
"Don't bother, sweetheart. I already know you're there~"
His voice.. It wasn't his. It was wrong. Everything was wrong. As he turned to face her; eyes feral, smirk distorted - hands still dripping with fresh blood, his usually white robe stained, fear took over, and she ran.
A loud, violent, hysterical, disgusting, laugh filled the otherwise silent night around her, and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing. That man.. that thing, it wasn't him. It couldn't have been him.. He would never..
A flash of white in front of her, then blurry darkness as she fell to the ground from the hard hit.
"Consider yourself lucky. He likes you, and I don't know what he'd do if I hurt you too bad.."
She groaned, struggling to get up, panic increasing as she groggily noticed him squat down to her level; wet, cold and sticky hand grabbing her face, oddly soft. His thumb stroked her cheek, and when they reached her lips, she could hear him growl. Or was it a purr?
"Still, I don't get this chance very often."
The pain in her head throbbed, adrenaline the only thing keeping her awake.
"Please... don't..."
His words making her blood freeze, that tongue ring klicking against his teeth as he licked his lips hungrily.
"Might as well make the most of it.."
Her body finally gave out, slipping into unconciousness.
His laugh was an animalistic screech.
Inside, Shinji was frantically begging him to stop. He wouldn't.