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NocturnalMistress
creeping
lurking
hiding
choking
do you know what I see
bleeding
screaming
crying
laughing
all the wonders lost inside of me
running
jumping
walking
standing
in the shadows at night
you scream
I laugh
you beg
I watch
as your life flashes before you
shaking with fear
tears of joy
horrors unfold
laughter explodes
which do you wish to experience
creeping
lurking
hiding
watching
observing your pathetic nature
I come
you run
I grab
you panic
I hold
you fight
as I slowly take your life
I walk
you lay still
on the hard floor
nothing more than
a cold corpse
within my shadows
you feel my dread
you know now
what I have always been
deathnitegirl
Forgive me.
Forgive me my love for what I am going to do
I love you and I want to be with you forever
You are near me,sleeping
I can hear your lovely breath
But we can't be together
and you know this
Our parents don't want us to be together
neither the rest of the world
I tell you again forgive me
Forgive me cause I love you
I'm holding a pillow in my hand
and the unique thing I can do is this....
In the Dark.
I'm here in the dark
I don't know how much I've been here
I'm very hungry, thirsty and tired
I feel pain between my legs
and I think I'm bleeding
cause am feeling something liquid
coming out from between my legs
I wish I could touch it and see what it is
But my hands are tightened
So are my feet
My eyes are covered and so is my mouth
I miss so much mummy
I miss her hugs
I miss her perfume
I miss her bed time stories
I miss her voice
I miss her songs
I also miss my bunny
His name is Mr.Fluffy
He sleeps with me during the night
and keeps the monsters away
The last thing I remember is
that I was in school
I was alone
and I saw a man
He had sweets
I had them
he gave me his hand
and I went with him
Tomorrow is my seventh birthday
I'm very happy
Mum always prepares me a chocolate cake
and puts me candles on it on my birthday
We just make a small party me and her
We don't have a nice house
It is small
But mum and I like it
''We are not rich'' :my mum says
''But still we are happy'':I tell her
and my mum smiles
and kisses my forehead
maybe that's why other children don't like me
They say that I stink and that my clothes come from the rubbish
but never understood what that word is
I'm told that I look like the daughter of a rich and famous man
But never met her,I don't watch tv we don't have it whatever it is
But still other children don't like me
cause even if I look like her am still not rich like her
I also wish that my dad was with me tomorrow
I haven't seen him
from the last time he went away
I remember I was four when he left
He and mummy were fighting
I saw everything from the stairs
They thought I was asleep but I wasn't
I remember my mum with blood in her mouth
I asked her what happened
She said she was OK
While dad slammed the door and never came back
Yes that would be my wish
To make dad come back!
I hear the door that gets open
I think there is light
Who is that?
What is that sound?
I hear a
Click
I'm smiling while I see you dying
I'm smiling while I see you dying
You wanted my death
I brought it to you
I look at the sword in my hand
There is blood on it
It is yours
I lick it
It tastes good
It tastes of revenge
You look at me
I'm the last face you'll ever see
You close your eyes forever
And I smile again...
Lolita
A short story based around the concept of The Stockholm Syndrome
The Familiar
All surroundings if given enough time become familiar. Not the same familiar as the smell of a home cooked meal, but the familiar where you no longer wake up screaming. She had no idea how long she had been here; all she did know was that she wasn’t leaving.
She adjusted her eyes as she woke once more in complete darkness. The only light visible was a mere dot on the wall that gained access through a small opening in what she could only guess was the ceiling. She couldn’t tell the time by its movement, but its position on the wall let her know when he would return.
She walked along the cold concrete floor to the washbasin; picked up the scented soap and washed herself for him. She carefully dressed herself in the clothes he had given her and fixed her hair so it sat just as he liked it. After she had made herself perfect she realized from the position of the light that he would be home soon.
Sitting quietly on the cold concrete floor she waited, almost longing for his return. Eventually she heard a lock open as he began his descent down the stairs. She recognized his smell. Even monsters become familiar.
Isis101
'Tis the Season to Start Stalking - Fa La La La La, La La La La!
I had a desire to prowl last night. It is rare for me, but sometimes, the need to stalk before feeding is great.
The recent heavy rains make it easier to move about unnoticed. I will admit that I had a very easy time of stalking my latest prey - he was blind.
He was walking in the rain with a bag of groceries in one hand, making his way with a guide stick in the other. The tapping of the stick made a soothing sound. I followed him to the main door of his apartment complex, and easily slipped inside, barely brushing against him as he shut the door. He was startled and asked "Is anyone here?" Of course, I said nothing. I quietly followed him to the elevator, and slipped in with him when the doors opened.
Once inside with the doors closed, he felt the keypad for his floor and pushed the number three. He cocked his head slightly, listening for unfamiliar noise. His short dark hair was plastered to his head, and water trickled down his face. He inhaled deeply, then frowned. "Is someone here?" he asked again. I said nothing - I realized that he probably smelled my perfume. Oh well. I just stared at his handsome face and looked into his gorgeous, but sightless blue eyes. His eyelashes were sparkling with rain droplets. Beautiful, I thought.
When we got to his apartment, I decided to let him go in alone. I would pick the lock later...let him get in, get settled, then have my way with him...
While I was loitering in the hallway, the elevator opened to let out a couple. I turned sideways so that they could not see my face, and made an act of going through my coat pockets, as if looking for a key. They said hello and continued on. I waited for another five minutes, then picked the lock of the door of my blind man. It was simple enough. However, when I pushed the door open, there was a chain blocking my entry. With two fingers, I yanked it loose and tossed it inside onto the carpeted floor. I slipped in, quietly closing the door behind me.
The apartment was dark, but of course, I could see perfectly with my vampiric vision. No need for a blind man to have lights turned on, I chuckled to myself.
The apartment was rather spartan - clean, with very little in the way of furniture and 'stuff'. I noticed a floor lamp in a corner of the living room, next to an easy chair - no doubt being available for visitors to use. I removed my trench coat, and draped it over the back of the chair. I noticed that there were books everywhere - in bookcases, stacks on the floor, and on a small coffee table - apparently, all in Braille.
I could hear the shower running. Oh goody, I thought - I love it when a man is naked and wet. I caught myself licking my lips in anticipation, and laughed. The steam from the shower gave off a fresh minty scent. I leaned against the sink and waited...
Soon, the blind man turned off the water, pulled back the shower door, then stretched. He had a slender, muscular build. He had very little body hair. I smiled, thinking on how I was going to enjoy this one.
The blind man stepped from the shower. I purposely let him bump into me, as I got behind him.
"What the hell!" he gasped. He tried to turn around, but he could not, as I had him by the neck, with just enough pressure to keep him still.
"Be quiet, dear" I whispered. The pulse from his throat flowed through my fingers like electricity, making my blood tingle. He swallowed, and his Adam's apple moved under my fingers. There was a good clean energy emanating from him.
"My wallet is on top of the dresser in the bedroom" he finally said.
"That is nice" I replied. "However, I am not here to rob you...let us go into this bedroom of yours."
I read his thoughts. There was some confusion. He wondered how a woman could have broken into his home, and have such a strong grip on his neck. There was fear...and curiosity.
'Oh do not worry, love. I am not going to harm you" I said. The blind man slowly led the way to the bedroom.
His bedroom was simple as well. There was only a full-sized bed, a large dresser, and a chair. I turned on the light, then adjusted the dimmer. I pushed him onto his bed, where he landed on his back. He tried to sit up, but I gently eased him back, gliding my hands over his damp skin.
"Please" he said. 'Who are you? What do you want?" I laughed, and replied "Well, I am not here for your money. And I am not here to harm you...why do you think I am here?"
I continued to let my hands glide all over him. His faced colored. I could feel the blood and heat rushing throughout his body. My hunger was growing. "Yes dear" I said, reading his thoughts. 'I am here for that and more."
He laid there, trembling. I asked him his name. He swallowed hard, then said "Daniel."
"Well, hello Daniel. My name is Isis" I pinned his arms over his head, then I ran my tongue across his throat...then I bit him. His blood tasted so sweet. Even though the hunger was consuming me, I wanted to take things slow and easy, so I released him. He remained still, in a daze.
'Let us begin this night's passion, shall we?" I said, as I gently parted his legs, caressing his inner thighs...
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