Kari's Drabbles

Serpent Heart

  She was like a temptress. She took me in, and she made me feel alive. It's like all my worries disappeared when I was with her. I was in a fantasy. She made everything seem alright, even when it wasn't. I eventually gave her my heart, and would have given her my soul, if she had actually ever cared about me. She acted like she cared, she seemed affectionate, she made it seem like the World around us didn't matter. I was caught up in the moment, and didn't see what she really was. I was foolish to have believed her lies and petty words. She hypnotized me, entranced me, and took my heart away. If I had given in to her completely, I would have lost my soul too. She was a demon and a predator. I realized too late what she was. She had the heart of a serpent, the mind of a genius, the body of a goddess, the bloodlust of a demon, and had no soul at all.
She was beautiful. Black hair as dark as night, eyes like ice, and the body of a faery queen; she was perfect...if only I had known of her wicked heart, and her animalistic mind. But the way she talked, like the rain on a summer's day, and her positive attitude...it was like I was living in a dream made only for me. She convinced me I was the only one in the world who she cared about, but I later found out that she never meant it. She never loved me, she never could love me, and she never would. I was just a naive lad caught up in something like an unsophisticated child.
Then, one day, I found out about her true self. I saw too late, the faces of other men, men like myself. They told me of her wretched ways, and convincing lies. They warned me of what she was doing to me. I brushed it off at first. But when I asked her about other men, she looked at me and said, "What other men? You are my life, my light, and my love. I would never harm you, or deceive you. You must believe me, my beloved, you simply must." At first I believed her, but then, I saw the other men's faces. "Do not be fooled! She is a demon with the heart of a serpent!" I listened to them.
I refused to become a victim like the rest. So I simply said, out of curiosity of her reaction, "Serpent heart." She looked at me confused, then seemed to catch on. Her face turned grave, and she stared into my eyes, yet still tried to entrance me. That is when it all became clear what she was. She asked flirtatiously, "What do you mean my love?" I looked her in the eyes. "Tell me the truth. Do you love me?" I asked. "Of course my darling! Why should I have reason not to?" I skipped her question that she tried to deceive me with. "You lie. You do not love me, nor could you, and you never will. I am your pawn...just like all the other men you have trapped." I said.
At this, she scowled at me. A terrible sight to see I must say. Her face twisted up in anger, bloodlust, desire, and worst of all, hate. "How did you know?" she asked venomously. I did not look at her. I could not look at her. I should not look at her. I would not look at her. Instead, I cut off her head, like I should have when I first met her. She would rue the day she ripped out my heart, and almost took my soul. But the pain after was unbarring. I had fallen for the tricks of a demon, and was naive to believe her. Yet after her beheading, I was left with a feeling of emptiness and loneliness. She had made me feel special, like I was the only one for her, even though it was a lie. To learn it was all fake...it hurt, and worse was that thinking about it was like rubbing salt in the wound.
After all the hurt and loneliness went away, I made a vow to myself. I swore I'd never let a demon temptress lure me away ever again. I would be able to see past the lie, and avenge my fallen brethren. No one would suffer their torture as I had, and no one would lose their heart, as I had at her beheading. I also swore that I would not have a
heart of a serpent...