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21-12-2008 08:44
Еще что-то из моей грешной юности))) Jun 30 2005
Psychotic fantasy or grim reality? A romantic dream or a filthy nightmare? Whatever, I was sitting with that piece of glass tearing my own hand. No, I wasn't gonna commit a suicide. Not h I just needed to see some blood. Strange, how I react to this lifegiving crimson fluid. Lust... Desire... Thirst... Hunger... So many feelings for... Blood?! Uncontrollable feelings! I moved my hand to my mouth and licked it. The familiar salty-sweet taste filled my mouth and for a moment I believed I was satisfied. No, that was not the blood I wanted. Not my own. I needed a victim, a pure and innocent soul! My own scarred and distorted personality, covered by hundreds of curses and spells, many of which were cast by myself as a result of desperate depressions and just experiments... I had to find someone with a pure virgin body and a soul not corrupted by hatered and sorrow and greed... Her blood would revive the will for life
I saw a perfect one: young, innocent and sweet... I didn't want to hurt her, but my instincts now took control over my will. In a dark corner I departed from the shades hiding me and moved silently towards her. My lust, only wild and uncontrollable lust guided my steps... She didn't notice my presence fooled by her illusion of loneliness and safety... How often we fool ourselves thinking we're safe... When she at last understood what happened, it was too late. One weak scream, and it was over. No violence, no resistance... Sfiftly I carried her into the dark and we disappeared.
I stopped when we reached a special place... In the deep woods my magnificent Penthagram lay pictured by blood. I took her to the center of the sign and kissed her red lips and black eyes... Every kiss stole life from her face... My autumn breath made her bleed and her blood flowed from her breast and hands... For only two hours we had been together... And I loved her already... But my curse of loneliness and lust for blood made me kill her... My knife was lying on the grass all in blood...
"Awaken oh spirit of the Forest!"
My fangs softly entered her neck and I started to suck her warm blood filling myself with infernal energies. Suddenly I felt undefeatable will to life and struggle... But not at that cost...
The forest moved with a strike of the Storm, and the spirit of the Innocent fleed to the High Heavens...
"Be gone oh innocence and beauty... I am a creature of the Abyss- from there I come and there I will go in the End"
She moved her head weakly and pronounced her last word, her last question:
"Why?"
I had no answer. The Abyss and Chaos never do.
Psychotic fantasy or grim reality? A romantic dream or a filthy nightmare? Whatever, I was sitting with that piece of glass tearing my own hand. No, I wasn't gonna commit a suicide. Not h I just needed to see some blood. Strange, how I react to this lifegiving crimson fluid. Lust... Desire... Thirst... Hunger... So many feelings for... Blood?! Uncontrollable feelings! I moved my hand to my mouth and licked it. The familiar salty-sweet taste filled my mouth and for a moment I believed I was satisfied. No, that was not the blood I wanted. Not my own. I needed a victim, a pure and innocent soul! My own scarred and distorted personality, covered by hundreds of curses and spells, many of which were cast by myself as a result of desperate depressions and just experiments... I had to find someone with a pure virgin body and a soul not corrupted by hatered and sorrow and greed... Her blood would revive the will for life
I saw a perfect one: young, innocent and sweet... I didn't want to hurt her, but my instincts now took control over my will. In a dark corner I departed from the shades hiding me and moved silently towards her. My lust, only wild and uncontrollable lust guided my steps... She didn't notice my presence fooled by her illusion of loneliness and safety... How often we fool ourselves thinking we're safe... When she at last understood what happened, it was too late. One weak scream, and it was over. No violence, no resistance... Sfiftly I carried her into the dark and we disappeared.
I stopped when we reached a special place... In the deep woods my magnificent Penthagram lay pictured by blood. I took her to the center of the sign and kissed her red lips and black eyes... Every kiss stole life from her face... My autumn breath made her bleed and her blood flowed from her breast and hands... For only two hours we had been together... And I loved her already... But my curse of loneliness and lust for blood made me kill her... My knife was lying on the grass all in blood...
"Awaken oh spirit of the Forest!"
My fangs softly entered her neck and I started to suck her warm blood filling myself with infernal energies. Suddenly I felt undefeatable will to life and struggle... But not at that cost...
The forest moved with a strike of the Storm, and the spirit of the Innocent fleed to the High Heavens...
"Be gone oh innocence and beauty... I am a creature of the Abyss- from there I come and there I will go in the End"
She moved her head weakly and pronounced her last word, her last question:
"Why?"
I had no answer. The Abyss and Chaos never do.
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