By Amy C
Word Count – 396
What do you see when you gaze at me? Do I frighten you with the angry look upon my face, the claws protruding from the tips of my fingers?
Come a little closer. Let me run my nails along your flesh. A trickle of blood wells in their wake as flesh parts. Your fear feeds the beast inside me. I do not want your fear. I desire your acceptance. Your touch. Help me tame the beast inside me.
Kiss me. Hold me. Love me. Take away that which haunts me.
My clawed fingers continue along the skin of your chest, and as you relax, accustoming yourself, my razor-sharp nails recede ever so slowly. The angry look upon my face diminishes. I sigh in relief at the transformation. I feel the beast whither into the darkest part of my being. There I want it to stay, forever trapped and lost from me.
Silently I beg you to continue your acceptance, continue to help me banish the evil residing within.
I rise to the tips of my toes, seeking the warmth of your lips. You flinch, and sensing your apprehension steal through you, my once retracted claws begin to lengthen. Anger, that ever present anger, eats away at my control. I try to fight it, to grab hold and shackle it. I press my lips harder against yours, seeking, demanding you give what I want. When my actions prove fruitless, the animal overpowers me. Unable to contain it, my nails lengthen, thickening. With a will not of my own, I plunge with savage intent into the flesh of your belly, slicing through tissue and organs.
Your imminent death lingers in the now putrid-smelling air as your life oozes from the gaping wound. Scream after long, pain-filled scream echoes in my head. I feel a slight lift of my lips. The vile thing inside me revels at its brutality.
Resigned and disappointed, I step back and sit upon the ground. I raise a bloodied claw to my lips, licking the sweet nectar of your life, as I watch your now lifeless body fall before me. The beast, content and sated, for it has won once again, lies in wait for the next soul to wander into unbidden territory that I call my home. Perhaps that one will be the one to break this curse of evil that binds me.
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I really loved this image. It's nice when you look at one and something comes to you almost immediately. She kinda creeped me out, hence the bloody ending :). I'm quite pleased with this one. Looking forward to reading yours later, probably tomorrow since I work at the mall tonight also! Ugh, it's going to be a long day :).