Along the (Shadows) of \\Night// |Charity|

Made of Nightmares, Haunted by Dreams
These voices won't stop calling me
Over and over



Please God, Help Me

It hurts to have come so close but then to lose it all in the end. I didn't want to realize that the game was over but it seemed the girl was going to get away with everything. How quick those tables can turn and how little I wished she could do these things. No, we can think like that just because a few failed attempts. She was still going to be the image of the moon. Pale against the dark earth and held in place by my eyes. Everything, it would be mine. I couldn't let her have anything out of this. No. She wasn't getting away. Not like this. There was no damn way I was going to let her off this easy.

"No! Ya ain't gotta do this. I ain't gonna tell no one. Just lemme go!"

The little lady didn't know that once I started, nothing was going to end the way she wanted it to. This was all about me. Nothing was for her. Except maybe the knowledge that I chose her. That should be enough since I didn't choose people usually. It was all part of the job. I just got to enjoy the bit of the job where death came about. So easy to be a hired hand for the living. Cause they didn't care what I did, as long as it got done. And who were they to say what I could do and not do as long as it all got done. And the money was worthwhile. Always a nice price for a head.

And then she lands a nice one on my face in the struggle. Right in the eye, causing me to retract. I can tell it'll be bruised. Not really a bad one, but a bruise none the less since the little thing was fighting for her life. And boy was she protesting. Couldn't she just let me do this one thing, just for myself? Let the reaper reap? It's what the world has accepted so why won't she. I dig up your grave, not the other way around doll. But she was definitely more interesting this way. Not one to just let me do what I would. I kind of admire that. Too bad that admiration won't last.

"I ain't dyin' here."

She let's off a forceful kick. And God DAMN does it hurt to have the foot connect where it hits. This isn't exactly a place I haven't had pain before. Many men and women use that area as an easy escape. But the pain isn't anything less. It never gets easier to have the pain. But it adds to the pleasure after the deed is all done. The nice mixture of pain and bliss. Gotta let it die down though, gotta let this little lady how I really feel about her now. She's not so special. She wants to live.

"You little cunt." I grit through pain turning toward her as she heads for the door. "I am going to teach you a little lesson doll."

I lunge, through the bit of pain, and grab at her knocking us both to the ground. My face is full of all the madness in my mind right now. I want her to die more than ever. The kick, the punch, the bite, she thinks it's really that easy. The little bitch was going to know her rightful place tonight belonged with the dead. Six feet under. I'd be walking all over her just to prove that damn point. I grip tight on her ankle and begin to pull myself closer and closer. Inch by inch I'm closer to digging in the ground. Digging into her.

"Don't be going so soon doll, you'll spoil my fun." I lick my lips and sink my teeth into her legs. I taste at the blood, let it flow down my throat. God she's so alive!