A Dream Come True
The taste of sweet blood lingered in my mouth. I licked my lips and sat cross legged on the blood stained kitchen floor. I licked my fingers, I was satisfied. I crawled into the living room, and I looked at my friend. Her hollow eyes. There was once blood draining from them. But that was gone now. Her arms sliced down the sides. Her legs cut the same. Her guts spread out along the couch, dangling from her stomach. I smiled, remembering the moment.
She screamed. Knife in hand, I walked slowly toward her. "You're just so beautiful. I bet you must taste delicious." I know it wasn't polite to kill someone in their own home, while their parents were away, but it was my one moment, and I craved her. "Please, ERICA, d-d-don't." Her eyes leaked with tears. I smiled, she tripped onto the floor. Her house was small, it wasn't like she had anywhere to hide. Her only choice was dodgeing pass me, and going to the nearest gas station. I pinned her down, licking her cheek. It was turning me on a little more than it probably should have. I raised the knife to her head and ran it down her curled hair. She wimpered. With pleading eyes she looked at me, begged me. But in a weak attempt she kicked me off of her, and scrambled onto the couch, hoping to jump over it, and to get to the back door. But I caught her first. "Goodbye" and with that I plunged the knife into her stomach. Her screams were like music to my ears. I couldn't get enough. I stabbed repeatedly. Each scream getting weaker, until they finally just stopped. I frowned. I just killed my best friend. Oh well, supper time. I sucked the blood out of her stomach, cupping some with my hands. Yum... I pulled the guts out, getting them out of the way, making room for more blood to drain. I took the knife and sliced open her arms and legs, licking up every drip of blood. When I was satisfied with that, I gauged and cut out her eyes. I carefully set them on the kitchen counter. They were just as beautiful as when she was alive. I took a bowl from her cupboard, a green one, and filled it with her remaining blood and sat down on the floor, drinking the rest, until I eventually fell asleep.
I laid my head on her stomach, the part not cut open. I crawled onto the couch next to her and played with her hair, twirling it in her fingers. Imagine the faces on her parents when they get back. Shock. Horror. Disturbance. I giggled and laid my head on her shoulder like we would do to each other before. I licked my lips again. That's enough blood to last my hunger for a month, or two. I sighed. Who would be my next victim...
Credited to TotallySolidCore
Originally uploaded on February 5, 2012
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