Tailored Hats, Cats and White Rabbits Original

9// "But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People"

9// "But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People"

She hovered above me, her lips red and raw from kissing me with such a passion it was almost like a wild animal, devouring, hungry. Her body heat seeped through my clothes, our flesh pressing together as she removed her shirt to reveal her milky skin in the dim moonlight that cascaded through the window in her room. My hands found her hips, dragging her down to lock with mine I leant up and kissed her neck eliciting a moan from her throat. Her legs clenched my sides as she straddled me on her bed. Alisa's hands crawled underneath my shirt skimming across my stomach and eventually lifting it up and over my head. She leant down, the wall of her chest colliding with mine as her fingers worked their way into my hair.

Our bodies fit perfectly together and I wanted her even closer to me so I pleaded for entrance to her mouth, she obliged and our tongues collided, however I remained dominant as my tongue swirled and flicked across hers. My fingers splayed long her thighs, feeling her warm skin heat up even more just from my touch, but it still wasn't enough.
"Alice you are so perfect" I breathed against her mouth. I felt her smile against my own mouth as I reached down and hooked my fingers in the jeans that she wearing, they hugged her legs so tightly, showing off her curves. I broke away so that I could peer at her smooth face in the magic moonlight that had now shrouded us in mercury.

However when I looked up, Alisa's expression had changed. Her brows were furrowed in almost anger, her eyes narrowed into inhuman slits, her mouth changed from its full pink to a tight savage mouth. That's when her hands found my neck, the once delicate fingers replaced with flesh cutting claws. The talons dug into my throat, causing the air to escape my throat. My mouth opened in shock and an attempt to gain oxygen back to my body, I reached up and tried to pull at the slithery scales that now inhabited her skin.
"What's wrong baby?" her long forked tongue flicked out from in between the grotesque fangs that hung from her now purple gums.
"You don't love me like this?" her crinkled brow was now made up of hardy dragon scales, the spiked tail that emerged from her lower back slashed along my thigh causing a gash to open up, severing the flesh clean in two.

Her tongue flicked out to lick my cheek, her breath was feral and that of something that had devoured blood and bone. The remnants of rotting flesh and dried blood hanging from the dragon's mouth, the blood of the races of man dripped onto my face, filling on mouth, nose and tear ducts. Wriggling underneath the monster that now had sprouted wings, I tried to get free, however the creature that had once been Alisa was having none of it and drove it's talons into my stomach.

The scream that should have woken the dead never made a noise, however the raw scratching at the base of my throat was there, reminding me that I was still screaming as the creature pulled his talons in and out of my body, the blood and gore splashing across it's scaled belly as it hacked and cleared away the organs till it found my beating heart. With one already bloodied claw it wreathed my heart from my body, lifted it to its jaws and bit down on it. The hot blood spilling into my eyes, making me blind with my own life source...dead, I must be dead.
"Now you see me for what I really am" it garbled in Alisa's voice with a mouthful of heart, "a monster"

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"Michael! Michael!" Jaxon's voice hung in oblivion, pulling, drawing me to reality. My limbs were filled with lead at the realisation that I couldn't be alive. The monster-Alisa-had killed me. Ripped at my flesh, torn me until I was a bloody mess of human flesh and gore, the scales as hard as chain mail the long tongue that tasted my skin, I shivered at the feeling of it being Alisa, sweet, intelligent, resourceful, crazy Alisa.
"Buddy, wake up" James' voice pulled at me, as well as his hand, when he found my arm, pulling the leaden filled body part.

"Michael, it's just us" Jaxon's voice answered this time, "you were having a nightmare, mate." My eyes shot open, the haze and not entire knowledge that I was alive, and not torn apart, barely registered.
"Come on Michael, we gotta meet the girls to watch the meteor shower remember?" James prompted as I leant up in the bed, still the darkness curling around me like the dragon tail, I looked down at my thigh and saw that it was clear of any gash however there was a fresh sheen of sweat along my skin. My laboured breathing racked my body, reminding me that my heart was still in my body and not being eaten by a monster.