Kissing her softly, she waits in anticipation of what was to come up next. She shivers anxiously as I move my hand down her back. She suspected nothing that was to come. I kept her occupied with my mouth as I drew the knife I hid behind me. With one swift motion, I lunged the knife into her side and drew it back out.
She fell to the ground, screaming out in pain. I licked the knife of blood, and tossed it away. I walked away seeming satisfied in my thirst for blood. Then I realized, that once wasn’t enough. I went back and looked down at her. I removed her shirt and began licking the cut on her side. Blood driped down my lips and down my chin, falling on to the ground. I moved up and began kissing her again. Covered in blood, we both began to feel the excitement of a moment ago return. As I started moving my kisses down her neck, she started coughing up blood. She shuddered with her last breath. Her head flopped back limply, the last bit of air gurgling up from her lungs. I licked her mouth clean of blood, marvling at the taste. So sweet, my mind fleeted. Just as she had been. Sweet. I picked the knife up and put the blade back, and stuffed it in my pocket. I left the body there, and headed tword home. Tword my love. When I got there, she was in the shower. I went to the kitchen and washed up. After I was sure I had gotten rid of all the blood, I went to the den and sat on the big chair in front of the TV, folding my legs up under me. When she finally came out, I stood. There before me was a picture of perfect beauty. She had on a single towel wrapped around her body. I looked her over and smiled. She walked to me, wrapping me in a tight hug. I always felt safe in her arms. I felt a sence of calm come over me, as she held me. I was protected. For an instant, I forgot about the girl. All I could think of was my love. I removed the towel that covered her beautiful body. The beauty she held within her. With her standing in front of me, smileing, was torture beyond human compreshension. I began kissing herfrom her lips, down to her neck. I knew that there was no one on this earth but her who could satisfy me. Trying to control myself, as I kissed her softly, I realized that I couldn’t control the lust and love I felt building inside me. We headed over to the couch and layed down. I caressed her slowly with my gentle kisses. My hand slid slowly down her chest and down her stomach. I caressed her stomach going lower and lower with my hand then teased her by moveing my hand back up again. She beged me to stop my torture. I say that she has to do as I say later, if I was to do this favor for her. She said yes willingly, almost begging. I moved my hand down her naked body down her stomach and then finally between her legs. I slowly push one finger into her, then another and started up a slow steady rythem. She moans softly as I pick up speed. Kissing her lips and nibbled on her ear-lobe, whispering in her ear how much I loved her. Her release came quick and fast. She passed out and fell back limp. I gently pulled my fingers out and licked them clean. Hmm…Honey tasteing. I layed beside her wrapping her in my arms. I gently caressed her cheek planting tiny kisses on her flushed face. I was truly happy in that moment. But that was all to end, too soon for me. I picked her up and carried her to bed. I sliped on her night-gown and tucked her away. I watched her sleeping form a moment, then quietly shut the door. How much longer could I keep up with this? How much more could it possibly hurt us if I told her the truth I knew? Would it ruin our lives togeather? I went to the office, shutting the door behing me, slideing the lock into place. I sat down behind the desk and opened the bottom drawer. I took out a stack of letters and layed them on the top of my desk takeing the top and and unfolded it. I had read them so many times, the ends were frayed, and had holes where the folds met. I read it slowly stoping at one line that caught my attention. ‘Dump that bitch of a girlfriend you have and come with me. She doesn’t even deserve you. We had a fun time Friday night. You screamed my name, remember?’ I stoped as the tears welled up in my eyes. How could have done this to me? How could have betrayed me? She knocked on the door, startling me. I quickly folded up the letter, shoveing them all into the drawer. I got up un-locked the door then sat back down, calling her to come in. She walked in and smiled at me. “What are you doing?” She asked in a baby voice. One she knew I could hardly refuse. “Oh…” I thought quickly, “I’m just looking over the tax returns.” I replied. I locked the door, and looked up at her. “What are you doing up?” I asked letting a bit of suspecision enter my voice, yet she didn’t seem to pick up on it. “I got scared. I dreamed something awful, and I just wanted to see if you were ok. I guess you are…so I’ll go back to bed.” I frowned slightly. How could I have been mean? “Are you sure you’re ok?” I asked, now concerend. “Yeah, I’m sure. I think I’ll take a shower instead. I feel like I need another one.” I nodded. “Alright. I’ll be in bed when you get out.” I answered. I sighed as she shut the door and leaned back in my chair, closeing my eyes. A thought came to mind. I knew how to settle this once and for all. I pulled the pistol I kept in the middle drawer and made sure it was loaded. I walked up to the bedroom and undressed. I slipped into my blood-red silk night-gown. Placeing the gun under the pillow. I crawled into bed. She came out a while later, a towl over her body. ‘This time’ I thought wryly. ‘There won’t be any pleasure for her.’ I smiled at her calmly, I knew it was going to happen. As she came tword the bed, I pulled the gun out, and shot her in the throat. She stopped in her tracks. Her face went from a smile, to shock, then-nothing. She fell over dead. I stood and walked over to her body. Looking down at her, I softened. She had been the only one I truly loved. Now it was over. I watched as the blood seeped over the floor in a slow, growing puddle.
There are two ways I could end this story. I would like some e-mail, and some ideas. I’d like to thank the one who started this story, and helped me write it out, Amanda. This one is for you. I did change it up a little, I hope you don’t mind, but at least I finally got it done.