Slowly he descended from above, his hands wrapped securely around a body. pale and soft. Her skin shimmered like the northern lights, His white cotton gloves clashed ever so lightly with her skin. He stared down at the body, Him lightly laying her on her back. He leaned over her, Removing his glove to reveal a slender hand, his nails as dark as night itself. He took his time. Taking her all in. His crimson eyes full with interest and peeked curiosity. He took pleasure in watching her body near lifeless, Twitching. Blood ran from the hollow of her throat. Pouring, the crimson elixir from her beautiful veins, As how he saw it. How he saw immaculate completion. He saw, God. And his body, His soul shook lightly with anticipation. Slowly the male drew back his quivering lip, placing it directly under his pointed tooth, Biting his flesh gently. His anxious nerves slowed to a withdrawn stillness. He moved his hands in between her breasts, Her skin creamy, The feel of silk left his skin crawling. His eyes widened as he watched her gasp for air. His eyes withdrawn with an intense obsession, His pupils dilated, Trailing his nails across her flesh, leaving gentle love marks. The purple sheets sat beneath her body, her eyes fading as she reached forward, Placing a hand against his chin, A look of weakness in her. Deep within he shook. he felt her. Her humanity cry out to him. He could not help but to slow. Even his breathing, Shallow. Her fingertips brushed across his lips. A spark. It lit within him as his hair stood up on its own. The edges of his lips curled into a smile. A peaceful look washed over him. She reciprocated with a tender and loving smile. Within the moment of what would be genuine, true love, He withdrew his hand from her chest, And with a swift movement, He slit the side of her neck. Blood splurting and red-washing the sheets, Her skin, and his tuxedo. The crimson dripping from his fingertips. His eyes now completely empty and a crazed look across his face, He tilted his head as his raven inked hair veiled his face. As she bled out, and with such a gruesome death, She, Her body, Her soul, never looked more.. Alive. She grabbed his collar, as tears streamed from her watery, Glassy and faint eyes. He leaned forward, Giving her lips a tender kiss, Then, kissing her neck. He spoke, As he buried into the dip in her collar bone, And spoke words, Only a women in love would understand.. Whisper me to sleep.. My gentle Spirit.. Without words a shriek could be hurt, As the shadows on the wall would depict him tearing her throat out with his teeth, Her blood running down the wall, His laugh, And her gurgling is all that could be heard, As her spirit, And his soul, left this world.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 07:31:02 +0000
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