7 March 2013
(16+ content, please read with caution or not at all.)
The promises died in his icy white breath -promises he'd never of kept, Kirsteen smirked. Lilith was right about her need to feed, too long had she waited since her last evolution, with each change the thirst & hunger sliced her core whole -an emptiness devouring her hallucinating soul. Lilith was right, she needed to feed. Her hunger, her rage, the pull off the moon and her pain for her unborn children released a force within her -even Lilith could not contain -uneasy in her pleasure. Kirsteen felled the offerings of the crypt, sinking her teeth into their tender, moist skins -dancing into her preys souls, one by one they came to her...swept into a lucid-state-of-mind, self-sacrificing, unknowingly.
Mathew Keeps, her final feed, glazed back into Kirsteen's eyes, whispering promises she daren't heed; he was not, could not.. -no, he mustn't, it's for the best... She slowly sucked his juice, savouring the last lush crimson drop of his sweetly fragranced soul. She tore further into the opening and licked the ruptured flesh, her hunger already sedated by her earlier victims, she wondered if it was too late...too late to salvage him.
~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 06.03.2013
- This just followed though nicely with the beginning line challenge, so thought I'd write it up and share, hope it reads well.
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