Chapter 12: The Banshee (5)
Everly shut her mouth tight, turning her head away, resolutely refusing the thing being pressed toward her lips.
“Ah… ahhh…”
The banshee muttered in confusion, persistent, and pushed the object forward again. Everly couldn’t dodge in time and felt a cold, slimy mass press against her cheek. Its pus-covered tip was wet and sticky, touching her lips and giving off a faintly fishy stench, reminiscent of a dead fish floating on water.
She felt like vomiting.
“#%￥…”
Seeing that Everly still didn’t react, the banshee seemed a little anxious. She was not human and could not mimic the gentle coaxing of a human mother. When the baby resisted feeding, she reached out with her claws, using the black, sharp tips to pry and tug at Everly’s lips. A baby’s skin is incredibly delicate; in the process, Everly’s cheek was accidentally scratched by a claw, and bright red blood seeped out.
The sight of the blood stunned the banshee for a moment. She looked at the blood-stained claw tip, and as if provoked by the sight of her own blood, suddenly lifted her head and let out a piercing, mournful shriek. A flash of brutality appeared in her crimson eyes. A loud smack resounded. Distracted, Everly looked up and saw the banshee’s snake-like tail thrashing in the water as if possessed, smashing against the rocks and walls of the pool. Every strike of the thick tail sent tremors through the ground, sending chunks of stone tumbling.
Everly felt a sense of impending danger.
The clawing at her lips intensified. At first it was just the tips of the claws, but now the banshee was stabbing with the entire claw. And she was smiling through it—a sick, widening grin that seemed to stretch to her ears, revealing the sharp, shark-like teeth below and a throat that seemed endless.