Tuesday, October 7, 2008
♥ Sanctuary
I have found my power.
In you and I, there's a new land.. A sanctuary..
I feel so.. in so.. invigorated. So.. myself.
But Ron does not. Because of me.
Yesterday was a day of suffering, a day of aching pains and hungering. But that hunger has gone. The source was my thirst, my need to drink blood.
And I have. It didn't take much, but it was something I never thought could be so good.
Emily has a friend. A friend that knows supernaturals. He gave to me what I needed. The only thing I needed, the only thing he could satisfy.
There he was, sitting at my desk, my eyes laying themselves upon his bleeding wrist, the knife in his other hand. The blood was so red, so thick, losing its warmth to the cold around it.
I fell to my knees before him, sitting in my chair. Hesitation gripped my mind. But I know now that it was only the human part of me denying my power.
I crushed it like a twig.
And my lips clamped themselves over his small wound.
The blood was an explosion in my mouth, the taste, the sheer hunger that made me ache for more. More.
His wound was clotting. No. It must not do that. It took this new power, every ounce, to not use my teeth to reopen it.
He asked me gently if I wanted more. My selfishness drew my mouth open and uttered, "More." The knife was back to his wrist, working the dulling blade across his veins while I fall back on the floor, laughing hysterically. My head thumps against the fridge, but I feel nothing. Blood stains my lips, my eyes falling shut as I lick them clean.
This power, I only had a taste of it. I know there's more.
He offered to me again his bleeding flesh.
My fingers snapped around his wrist, bringing it to me almost forcefully as my tongue greedily laps up the blood. My lips soon lock around it again, futilely pulling at the wound, desperate for more. Again, he offers more. Again, I beg him for more.
Again, the knife goes to his closing injury.
Again.. I fall back in ecstacy.. laughing, licking my fingers free of the warm, red liquid..
I think nothing of his potential pain. Nothing of his well-being, the danger this might pose to the both of us. It was pure greed, pure selfishness.
Pure.. power..
The thirst is leaving me while I suck at the wound a third time.
And I feel satisfied, for the first time.. in forever..
I feel alive. I feel powerful.
The sun isn't out today. And I'm temporarily satisfied. There is a power within me that stirs, and I feel strong enough to take on anything.
I have found my power, Ron. Will you find yours?
I hope so.
In you and I, there's a new land.. A sanctuary..
I feel so.. in so.. invigorated. So.. myself.
But Ron does not. Because of me.
Yesterday was a day of suffering, a day of aching pains and hungering. But that hunger has gone. The source was my thirst, my need to drink blood.
And I have. It didn't take much, but it was something I never thought could be so good.
Emily has a friend. A friend that knows supernaturals. He gave to me what I needed. The only thing I needed, the only thing he could satisfy.
There he was, sitting at my desk, my eyes laying themselves upon his bleeding wrist, the knife in his other hand. The blood was so red, so thick, losing its warmth to the cold around it.
I fell to my knees before him, sitting in my chair. Hesitation gripped my mind. But I know now that it was only the human part of me denying my power.
I crushed it like a twig.
And my lips clamped themselves over his small wound.
The blood was an explosion in my mouth, the taste, the sheer hunger that made me ache for more. More.
His wound was clotting. No. It must not do that. It took this new power, every ounce, to not use my teeth to reopen it.
He asked me gently if I wanted more. My selfishness drew my mouth open and uttered, "More." The knife was back to his wrist, working the dulling blade across his veins while I fall back on the floor, laughing hysterically. My head thumps against the fridge, but I feel nothing. Blood stains my lips, my eyes falling shut as I lick them clean.
This power, I only had a taste of it. I know there's more.
He offered to me again his bleeding flesh.
My fingers snapped around his wrist, bringing it to me almost forcefully as my tongue greedily laps up the blood. My lips soon lock around it again, futilely pulling at the wound, desperate for more. Again, he offers more. Again, I beg him for more.
Again, the knife goes to his closing injury.
Again.. I fall back in ecstacy.. laughing, licking my fingers free of the warm, red liquid..
I think nothing of his potential pain. Nothing of his well-being, the danger this might pose to the both of us. It was pure greed, pure selfishness.
Pure.. power..
The thirst is leaving me while I suck at the wound a third time.
And I feel satisfied, for the first time.. in forever..
I feel alive. I feel powerful.
The sun isn't out today. And I'm temporarily satisfied. There is a power within me that stirs, and I feel strong enough to take on anything.
I have found my power, Ron. Will you find yours?
I hope so.
♥ My
doll smiled.
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