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I have a nasty tendency to do terrible things,and I enjoy things that make most people cringe. The moon glowing down on a lifeless body made the blood shimmer in such a beautiful way,and it illuminated a persons face frozen in fear for all eternity. I enjoyed causing people's physical suffering; it was a good way to pass time. After I do these terrible things, he comes to me. He was one of the few things I found I could care for,and he made the hole where my heart should be feel less hollow. My body reacted to him in ways that left me aching to see him again. I always found reasons to do the terrible things I do, but after he came to me that first time, I was given a whole new reason that slowly took me over.
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The moon shimmered in the sky. I knew tonight would be perfect. The summer night was a cool night, plenty of light to see what I was doing. After all,who doesn't enjoy their own art? I loved the natural art of blood spatter, but the clean up ruins my art. It's time to start getting the paint ready, in a matter of speaking. I got on the phone to dial her number. She notified me she couldn't come to me because her sister's disapproval. We said our goodbyes, then the fury hit. I dialed the sister's number, allowing the fury to hide behind a cheerful wall. She found it touching I cared about her opinion, if she only knew my real intentions. when she arrived I had the noodles boiling and the sauce simmering. The aroma of basil filled the house, the spaghetti was almost done. I answered the door and showed her into the dinning room, it had a door off to the side leading to the basement perfect for getting the meat ready. She was a plump for four months pregnant, that I hadn't expected but all the same. I guess baby meatballs are now on the menu.
"I'm a vegetarian I hope you know," the shrilling sound that was her voice made it hard to wait. I slipped out of step with her not much just two steps behind. If she looked back I'd wait. If she allowed me to walk behind her then maybe I wouldn't. I stepped right behind her, knife out. My heart skipped a beat as I put it up to her throat. She turned her head. Too little too late, her throat was a pale white. I slowly and perfectly sliced open that white flesh and watched as the blood blossomed to the surface. The cut wasn't deep enough to cause any real damage, just deep enough to stir fear into my victim. Her eyes widened in fear, slowly I pushed the knife deeper into her throat. These urges I get to see him are causing for a mess in my house, but the thought was brief in my mind. The pale bleeding woman in front of me deserved my full attention. Wouldn't you agree? Grabbing a handful of hair I dragged her into the basement. She tried to struggle, I yanked her hair harder. The tears began to flow down her face. I smiled as I pulled her down the stairs, the moon light brightened the dark room. She lay spread out on the floor, faint breaths whispered past her lips. I took the knife and plunged it into her stomach. Cut straight down the middle, she gasped and small screams escaped her lips. No meatballs tonight he'd be coming. I wouldn't want to spend all my time hacking this bulky woman to bits. Blood streamed towards the drain in the middle of the room, she laid their lifeless. Her eyes were staring off. Not focused on anything. Fear was permantely left on her face.
Now that I looked at her I noticed how homely she was, her eyes were as dull as dirt. Her fake stringy blonde hair stained with blood. Her neck was long and narrow, my marks so fresh and barley noticeable with the blood. I could tell how perfectly they looked. The second mark down her stomach I wasn't finished with. Taking my knife I shoved the tip inside just an inch from her belly button. Plunging the knife in slow and deep then jerking it till my knife met just above her hip. I ripped open the cut just made and pulled out the fetus, detached it from its mother. Throwing it to the side, I lay next to the body allowing the blood to cover me. Kissing her cheek, I leave her there bleeding on my basement floor. Water was boiling over the sauce slightly burnt. I turn the oven off and put the strainer in the sink. I see my bloody reflection in the window. Blood emphasized the brown in my eyes. My pale skin shimmered with the lovely red of blood. Would he see my beauty even as I am now? I head upstairs to start a bath. Tomorrow night I must find a creative way to get rid of my art, I thought to myself while I pulled my hair in a bun on the top of my head. I must have fallen asleep in the bath because I awoke to him sliding in with me, the perfection of him slid right behind me and he kissed my exposed neck.
"Hello my sweet," he whispers this in my ear. His voice is deep and erotic. Sending a shiver down my spine.