True Love

Your blood drips onto the cold stone floor rhythmically as though it were keeping the beat of your lifeless heart. Your once golden hair, falls out, around your thin frame stained with your own blood … my dear Cyrene. You poor thing, falling into my lap so easily you know who this is, don’t you my dear? Why … it is Lyre Dascaris speaking.

I remember the very night I first set eyes on you. The men and women of the tavern called you an Angel sent from God! You were a woman who could only do good; never commit a sin. Your blonde hair, soft, falling past your small waist and misplaced locks dared to shade sky blue eyes whenever a gentle spring breeze would threaten to cross your path.



You were and angel sent from Heaven and I was sent from the bowels of hell serving under the command of the Dark Lord himself. At least… that is what I have been told since my unfortunate mother gave birth to me. I scared you and the town’s people, with ice blue eyes … not sky blue my dear, oh no ... ice blue! Like the ice that freezes in the darkest parts of the world! Then there was my hair that shone silver even on the darkest night. You would have thought that your mother could scare you away from me. Well, I got to you before your mother could say a damn word.



Oh Cyrene … how the men seem to swoon at your feet and stare, but not I.



No.



I sat in the corner never passing you as much as a smile or caring glance. I must have appalled the others but not you. You, my angel, would offer a kind smile to me … always. You never flinched at the sight of my ice blue eyes or silver hair.

I knew your curiosity had grown since we first met. And lately I have seen you hiding around my house and peering into my window whenever the candles in my lab flickered on. I know you spied and tried to grasp the reasoning behind what I did. You hid in my oak forest and followed me home. Then you would watch as I murdered another human and rip out their bones, I thought I saw you smile once. Yet, you did nothing and now I know the sins you have committed my dear, you allowed me to murder, and you are not an Angel. You are not from Heaven.



Cyrene, amour, you adored me from afar you loved to watch the wind in my silver hair, you became infatuated with my eyes always staring into them when no one was looking. Men swooned and you ignored, wanting the only man who would not succumb to your meaningless innocence because I know, I know how pure you really are.



You once asked me about my coat, I ask myself why? Only to hear the rich French vernacular that rolled off my tongue. Little did you know that I was yours, I was always yours. You yearned for the touch of my white hands against your supple cheek. You craved for my cold eyes to look lovingly into yours. Were you trying to melt me? Every time you looked at me I saw it, the warmth you were trying to pass on. Now my Angel you have it, my hand continuously caressing your icy cheek and my eyes have never been so warm, when I look at you.



It was only a day ago when I saw you sneaking behind the trees. You were wearing your finest dress sleek and white while your neck was adorned with a petite pearl necklace. You did (at the time) truly look luminous, like the angel you pretended to be. I knew at that moment you loved me and that I could have you. My heart, though frozen by Lucifer, melted and flew to the heavens.



“Come in, come in!” I so generously offered. Your eyes were so ... pure and your hair it was neatly brushed back and pulled into a bun with only a few curls dancing around your face. You happily came into my home and took comfort upon the couch that sits in the living room.



I wanted to make you like me and I wanted to make your eyes turn to ice like mine. You were so very trusting towards a man whom is said to be the son of Lucifer. I

offered you a glass of red wine. 



Your pretty voice began to irritate me as you quickly made conversation, always referring to my studies and what I do in my lab, you know what I do so why try to play the innocent one my dear? Your voice, that high pitched soprano rang in my ears and I wanted to replace your voice with something more… harmonious. Oh, you had mentioned a taste of iron in your drink? I told you it was a young wine and it was not yet aged to perfection. I forgot to mention my spices consisted of human blood.



I am so sorry.



“So … the reason I came by tonight...” I thought you were about to confess your undying love to me!



I couldn’t have been more wrong Cyrene.



Your sentence crushed me. My black heart shattered. It was as if the blood in my white body had burst through my veins and was slowly poisoning me. The reason you came was not to love me but to banish me from my home! Accusing that I was in fact working for Lucifer and you had the proof that I had been killing all the men and women in town. You wanted me to leave immediately.



Oh, what a sin you have committed now! You have watched me murder and you have drank human blood there is no other choice left but to send you to the burning depths of Hell. You are not innocent my angel your white wings have been torn from your back and mine have spread, black and just as luminous as yours ever were!

I stayed calm; I offered to bring you down to my lab to prove my innocence. Your really are a stupid woman.



My lab was lit dimly and there were no bodies in sight and I bid you to look around. And so you did, but nothing could be found, you searched all parts of the lab and you found nothing right?



As I watched you from afar, I knew I had to keep you – I had to love you. So while you were aimlessly searching I walked up behind you and my large hand slid into your hair pulling you back against me I tore your hair loose and what I had not grabbed fell around you like a shield. You screamed and struggled so you gave me no choice, I whispered into your ear: my sins – my plans and it seemed to calm you down. You called me … a bastard was it? Yes that I believe is the word you used. I took a hold of a scalpel, I looked at your neck, my mind raced and the sound of your voice drove me insane as you began to beg and plead.



You sopranos are always so irritating.



I had to get rid of it, I had to fix you, you see. So I shoved the sharp tool into your throat and began to cut out your vocals. Your blood was warm and poured like a small stream onto my cold hands it was like I was washing my hands in holy water.



Your voice was not enough. You still moved! No I could not stand it! I cut into your stomach again and again until you bled so much that it ruined the coat you loved! Angel your blood still fills my coat today. I dare not wash holy water from my body after all.



I took your body and I set it on my table, my head rested against your heart and I listened until it stopped. I smiled and your lips were cold when I kissed them softly. My sinful Angel you are now fallen from heaven and reached the pits of hell where you will wait for me.



Your blood is still drips and it mimics the pounding of your dead heart. I will not be able to stay with you much longer my love. So I will leave you in this mansion for you have banished me and I will do what you ask. Adieu Angel. Adieu.