The large, chic apartment was quiet except for the exceptionally loud grinding noise coming from Vivian’s perfect, ivory teeth gnashing against each other. The place was engulfed in onyx shadows like a piece of outer space, except for the dining room, which was bathed in dull orange light, as that was where the blonde scientist was currently located, silently seething with the exclusion of the sound from her teeth. Her whole being, which was covered in a sexy lilac-colored dress, was drawn tighter than a bow flexed to the maximum extent.
She was sitting at the dinner table with her elbows on the cloth-covered, glass platform, her chin resting on her tightly folded hands, her fingernails biting into the tops of her hands like thirsty mosquitoes, but she failed to notice that minor issue. The look on her face was more intense than a powerful solar flare, her blue eyes burning with the fires of Hell in them. She was so taut that it did not even register to her mind that she was losing feeling in the lower regions of her legs from being seated and still for so long in the polished ebony chair; the once-fluffy white cushion underneath her was now totally flat from the constant pressure. If a brick wall was to fall on her right now, it would have probably crumbled against her back because she was not moving for anything; her spine was as straight and as strong as a steel rod at the moment. Her shoulders were squared to the point that an on-looker might assume that she was ready to brawl. Her piercing blue eyes focused on the seeming infinite distance of the vacant chair that was just beyond her; it seemed like her gaze could set the wood ablaze.
There were dying flames flickering on the melted candles at the center of the table; they were now half their original size and shrinking with every passing second. There was a beautifully prepared meal in front of the elegantly dressed blonde female that had grown as cold as her heart some time ago. Opposite her plate was an equally chilly meal with no person in front of the plate for the food to reflect any mood. It seemed like an eternity ago when the apartment smelled strongly of the delicious food that had been prepared with loving hands, but now the air seemed stale, spiteful, and just as stiff as the apartment’s sole occupant, who seemed ready to explode at any moment.
The thick, heavy air and absolute dead silence of the apartment would have probably driven Vivian mad if only she was not so focused on what was going inside of her. The outside was for the most part was irrelevant, except for the unattended meal and empty seat at the other end of the table. It was not abnormal for that chair to be on its own or for a meal to have frosted over from neglect, which only made matters worse. They served as reminders and replenished the ire burrowed deeply within of the blonde in case it decided to falter due to foolish intruders like forgiveness or understanding, if they dared to trespass where they were not welcomed.
The room was growing darker, as was her mood, as the candles continued to fade, illuminating Vivian’s lovely features in an almost demonic way, reflecting the murderous intent flaring inside of her. As the flames danced, shifting the light, her expression seemed to become more malevolent as the eerie shadows crept across her visage like ghosts haunting the area. Time was just fuel for the rage building in her tense form; she was going to snap like stressed twig any moment. Her mouth was bent, almost broken, in a furious scowl; her eyebrows were drawn close together to the point that she looked absolutely wicked. Archangels and devils alike would have fled from the sight of her as rapidly as possible. Every nerve and muscle in her body felt like they were going to pop as each second ticked away. She required action soon or she was just going to crack in two from her own emotions. She heard the front door ease open, which only made her nerves twitch in anticipation, reveling in the fact that movement was about to take place.
“Sorry…I’m…late,” Betty sincerely apologized as she entered the dining room. Her words were slowed from seeing the short candles and a slight flicker of the flame that showed her Vivian’s non-too-pleased look as the blonde locked onto her from across the room. The one-eyed woman actually felt rather guilty over her lateness, which was a bit of a habit of hers; one that would probably be the death of her very soon. She did have a bouquet of red roses in hand to add to her earnest apology, but she knew they would be worthless because she caught her girlfriend’s look, which was very near demented; Vivian’s expression was purely creepy and utterly devilish. Betty knew that she needed to start running, now.