The Horror of Our Love

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by kdeastriver

by kdeastriver

The night was brisk like most this season. Yet the chill never bothered her, especially on a special night like this one. She regarded her fluttering heart excitedly as she was viewing her new crush. Her crush had that sweet liquid all over their body that glistened so beautifully under the moonlight as they ran in terror. She couldn't stop herself from seeing more of them, in the shadows she gave pursuit. They finally reached their bedroom, breath escaping their grasp from running so long. She watched them through the window as they peeled off the day. She saw the gentle curves and edges, she wanted more, she needed more. As they fell asleep she walked back to the graveyard where every headstone matched the curves of her crush, the polished stone matching in smoothness. She licked the precious blade of her knife and transformed. She needed them in all entirety, to live and breath and love as them.

Oh, the horror of our love.
Never so much blood pulled through my veins.
Oh, the horror of our love... never so much blood.

The next night she found that they're a heavy sleeper as she opened up the window to touch and feel the softness she obsessed over. Her knives gently glide over the fabric unwrapping, yet not awakening her crush. Her fingers nimbly caressing the curves she dreamed about before wrapping around their throat, watching their face change from worry to terror once more. She's so close to being everything she wants. Hating the separation and distinction between everything she loves. Her glowing eyes meet ones filled with fright making a smile stretch wide on her face. She moves herself lower on top of them one of her blades drawing on their skin. The fingers on her other hand deftly working to arouse as she licks up the blood pooling on their exposed skin, transforming. Sweat, heat, and the sharp smell of iron filled the room, trying to get closer then possible. To merge and fuse to become one. Edging close to the end, pleasure on the brink of spilling out. She dives a knife into their heart, shaking in ecstasy as the life drains from their eyes and the beating stops.

Oh, the horror of our love.
Never so much blood pulled through my veins.
Oh, the horror of our love... never so much blood.

Time passed by, shes walking under a familiar moon across the beach, down into the waters. The light streaming in from above dances like a figure once memorized from long ago. The dream twirls and flows in the water with her, the dead eyes staring right into hers. They dance deeper as they hold her neck as she once did, bubbles no longer escaping from her silent scream. She's pulled into the undertow bound to flow in the currents.

Oh, the horror of our love.
Never so much blood pulled through my veins.
Oh, the horror of our love... never so much blood