She paints my soul with fear as deadly as the movie Scream would be to a child. She poisons my tainted heart with toxic liquid as I adhere her hand and she whispers in my ear, “Don’t worry, sweetie, it’s not THAT bad.”
Her razor sharp nails and piercing yellow eyes summon the only pure evil which the devil himself could possess.
Her crusty, black hair hangs down past her shoulders as solitary whisps block her eyes from all that look at her. She lurks in a graveyard down South of the Countryside. Her tears of frustration stain her black mascara and drip helplessly onto her black lips. She does nothing about it, for she figures she has nobody in the world to look good for. Her black cloak and fishnet stockings are all tattered and torn,
her ivory dress not been cleaned in ages. She just sits by tombstones all day, clutching her knees to her chest and singing tragic and dark songs to herself. The moonlight pours on her face,
highlighting all her tourchered features.
However, this mysterious, gothic beast mutated my life in a way like no other.
It was Halloween night when I and a couple of my mates adjudicated to go grave digging for kicks. We conveyed immence metallic shovels in our
arms as we stomped into the same graveyard the girl resides in. My feet had become numb from the journey, so once inside the gate, I decided to sit
down and rest my weary body against a shattered tombstone. I told my buddies to go on ahead without me, and I’d soon enough catch up. I lay my broad shoulders against the peak of a tombstone, brushed my brown hair away from my eyes, and then shut them. I sighed deeply and licked my chapped lips to moisten them and shield them from the bitter cold.
Not too tedious after, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and an intriguing whisper in my left ear. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart, Fallyn is here.” So soothing. So gentle. So inviting. I swiveled my head sideways so my nose alluded hers. I leaned my head back slightly as I gazed into her lonely eyes. They were so bright, like a glowing splint in pitch black. What a gorgeous sight she was. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I was hypnotized with a longing feeling for her.
Fallyn puckered her black lips and held a long, lucious finger to them. Quietly, she spoke,
“Please do not let your mind wander. I must warn you, I am dangerous.” I blinked. I felt like laughing right then and there in her face. Something so ample, so calm, so sad… how could she do any harm?
Fallyn kept a solem face as she arose gracefully from the frozen ground. She leaned against the corner of the tombstone with her elbow and motioned for me to arise as well. I did as commanded, and positioned myself directly in front of her. I heard a wolf howl in the distance.
The only light enabeling me to see Fallyn was the glistening moonlight. All other surroundings of me were invisible, for the darkness of it all had hidden everything. I shivered as Fallyn’s head grew closer to mine. Her soft tougne tickled the corner of my bottom lip as she put her hand on my waist. Taking a hint, I licked her back so our tougnes met beneath the moonlight. I felt so alive, so comfortable, so glee that I completely forgot about the warning she had given me: she was virulent.
Alas, such a kind and innocent creature could never be as violent as she made herself sould- could she?
All throughout the night, Fallyn and I wandered the groundings of her cemetary. I could sense Fallyn was unique- the moonlight followed her every which direction she went. A little while later, Fallyn clutched her tiny belly with both hands and remarked, “I’m hungry.”
“I’m sorry Fallyn, I have nothing to feed you,” I said.
“Oh, yes, you do.” Fallyn smiled devilishly as she grabbed my body closer to hers. I gulped as she lay me down on the floor gently. My pulse hit rock bottom and even my beads of sweat were frozen with fear.
Fallyn carefully slipped off my black t-shirt and threw it aside. For a moment, I thought she was going to try and seduce me, but I shoved that daft thought aside, for it would be insane to do that in a cemetary. Fallyn held my hand and licked my cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetie, it’s not THAT bad,” she cooed.
It caught me by utter surprise when Fallyn sinked her teeth into my chest. Piercing and tearing at my flesh, she pulled away with a sudden jolt and ripped away a patch of my flesh. I screamed in terror, for I had never experienced a pain this great. Fallyn chewed the piece of me and swallowed it whole. She licked delicatley at
my posioned blood, savoring every drop. I was gasping for air, trying to get ahold of myself. But Fallyn positioned me so it was impossible to escape.
I had fallen right into her trap.
I managed to get out a faint “Why?” as she continued munching the meat off my bones.
“Sweetie, I told you, I was hungry.” Tears of liquid mascara dripped onto my stripped bones.
She was my dark angel. She showed me life, but she also had the power to take it away. My
memories are now juxtaposed… or at least they would be, if I had any left.