Gore shorts

1- (girl/girl. stabbing.)

I stared into her soft and beautiful amber eyes. She looked so cold and alone, as I pulled her close for a hug.
We were out alone on the top of the mountains, not another human in sight. Her smaller shivering body emitted felt so frozen. I held her loosely, as she snuggled into my chest.

Now that we were alone, I would be able to go through with my plans. The plans that I had wanted to happen ever since I had met the pretty thing. I had been holding back my strong urges.

Her name was Amelia. She was my Amelia.

I held her, wrapping my arms around her back. She seemed to have warmed up.

I breathed gently down her neck. Amelia shivered, making me thirst for her blood slightly more than I had been.

I softly whispered into her frozen ear, "I love you, Amelia"

She replied with a nod and a smile. I stared at her lips, I'd give anything to cut them.

It was just the two of us, me and her.

I backed away slowly from the warm hug. Amelia's arms began to shiver again, and her small and perfect lips quivered in the frosty wind. Should I kiss them? Or should I cut them and watch the blood poor from her delicate features?

I looked her in the eyes again and began to smile, as she did too.

I quickly drew out my blade, it was the right size for carving into her skin with.

I couldn't shake the thought or image of slicing into her. To see the blood gush out of her.

The knife was visible to her. Trembling in fear, she backed away slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the blade.

"No. No. No. This can't be real. No." she softly spoke

I couldn't help but love seeing her in fear of me. It made me feel powerful. I felt it rush through my veins. The feeling. It was irreplaceable.

I walked up to her, with a smile on my face and the blade in my grip.

She froze in fear as I jumped on top of her with the knife. I held her down, as she squirmed beneath me.

"LET GO OF ME!" She screamed.

"No, darling, the fun hasn't even started." I licked her jawline, working my way up to kissing her lips.

She jerked her head away, refusing the kiss. I felt her short and panic-filled breaths.

I jabbed the knife into her left shoulder, as she yelped out in pain. Her bones resisted my blade ever so slightly.

"LET ME KISS YOU!" I screamed into her face

She scrunched up her eyes, giving me an idea of what to do next. I would cut out her eyes.

I started to laugh, as she continued to squirm. Red liquid had already began to pool under her small body. Some of the snow under her was bright red. It was thick, and smelled delicious.

I yearned for one taste.

I gripped the blade harder, as I looked down at her face. Amelia was so pretty.

I wanted her eyes.
I needed them.

My right hand grasped her fragile face, trying to turn it to face me.

"I need your eyes, doll"

I drove the blade right into her terrified amber eyes. Thick crimson juice spilled out immediately.  It looked too satisfying.
I continued to dig them out, loving every moment.

Amelia was in constant suffering, she wouldn't stop her screaming. I jabbed her chest many times with my twisted blade.

The eyeless bleeding beauty laid helpless on the floor. She could barely speak with the remaining strength she had.

I looked at the blade with hungry eyes. My tongue met it, licking off as much as I could of the sweet red liquid.

The feeling was irreplaceable.