One night full of passion for two weeks of agonizing torture for one night of blood lust.. |
I quickly glanced in the mirror as I stripped. Looking at myself, covered in his blood, It felt as a part of me was complete yet missing. I shook my head and stepped into the shower, the water pounding into my back. It was then that I realized how tired and sore I was. I never knew how tiring exacting revenge could be. I wiped the blood from my arms and face, watching the water run down the drain in a cloud of pink. I knew I still had blood in my hair but that could wait. I stood there, closing my eyes, letting the water Run down my body, warming my muscles. I could see his face, those eyes looking up at me, silently pleading for his life. I could see the fear, hatered and anger in his eyes. The smell of his blood as it seeped out of numerous cuts. The quiver of his body as he shook. The erratic, shallow breaths before he died. The sound of blood dripping onto the floor. How did it come to this? When did things go wrong? We were happy at one point.. Then after one night of heated passion it all went wrong. I wasn’t the only one to blame. Sigh. Yes, he was as guilty as me. If he didn’t start to treat me like shit none of this wouldn’t have happened. He acted like I am the one to blame, that he had no part whatsoever in the possible conception of the life that I knew was growing inside me. Things would haves stayed the same, if only he hadn’t turned into an ass hole. We would have been happy, we could have done so many things, and I won’t lie. I will miss him, his smile, his laugh, the way he held my hand, the way he kissed me. That goofy smile, oh god that smile. I loved that smile. Once again, I ask myself, how did things go so wrong? What happened? Well, maybe it started that day… a few days before Halloween. This is the prologue to my novel in the works, Bloody Desires. The complete novel can be found here: http://www.booksie.com/horror/novel/shadowxxmistress/bloodydesires |