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

Were night such an unkind woman she would leave the streets barren of company. No man or woman would be out for a drink. Falling over each other and not realizing the man they were talking to. Getting friendly with. Maybe even a little coy. A girl would die for a friend, a man would kill for a good time. And would I be ashamed to offer these services? Not at all. It could lead to that ultimate release. The feel of the cold body. Two in one night. God I could really use the touch, the understanding in those dead eyes. Would she be a fair maiden tonight? Would the night be beautiful?

And fair is the light of the moon, as I swear to see it shining on a woman. Not a woman, a girl. Young, fresh, maybe not fresh, but who cares. She wouldn't see it coming, would she? Everyone does recognize me but the shadows can be kind to me at this time of night. Hide the identity of the man who roams the night and feels her for what she is. Touches those gentle curves as they stay in place. The true image of death and grace, held in place for eternity. Unless the officials wished to break such art. Forced to break the muscles and tendons that had now become what I wanted them to be. Who would want to ruin such an image.

What is she, maybe fourteen? I could really just use a good time, don't care how old she is.

I stroll toward her, lightly to examine her behavior. So erratic, mad even. Some would call her a crazy woman. No, she's a girl. Not old enough to be a woman. But not too young to be with a man. and I want to watch that stupid hue of life leave that pigment of skin. Yes, that's what I want tonight. All the joy she's feeling, to watch all that immense amount of folly vanish from those eyes. Or maybe she is too lost to help understand me. Maybe she will be perfect for all this. The taste of the girl would be perfect then. The amount of bliss that would come from that little body. I might just explode thinking about her, watching her straddle me while...

I slowly approach her, wearing the friendliest smile I know. Invite them Grimm, or they will not want to be with you. I lean on a nearby post watching her twirl around in joy. Be friendly, be nice.

"Hey there little thing. What are we doing out this late?"

She would be mine tonight and I didn't care how that would come about. Who was she anyways? Just an innocent little lady walking about high on life to come across the Graves. To see the cemetery before her and not know she will have a headstone along with the others. But what, then, was her name.

So into the Night I will go
Hoping Beyond Hope to Find
Someone New for Me
To Understand

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



Please God, Help Me

Never in my nights have I seen such an angel like her, the girl who just touches herself in the high. The world would just gawk at her if they could. Stare at the grace of her touches and the need of another set of hands. With my own hands. She would crave me until that moment of ultimate release. Not the release I would feel, oh no, but the granted escape from life. How she would beg and plead for me to keep going and going in that stupid little joy she was feeling. There's nothing left to think about, I have to do this now or never.

“You likin' what you see?"

If this woman were a religion, I feel like I might be addicted. And her body, My god that body, I wish I could figure out how cool it would be to the touch. I look at her pat the ground and follow the advice. Such a temptress, but isn't she just playing the fool? She would be my Goddess for tonight and then I would let her rest in the ground. That's the right measures, to get rid of someone. I don't let anyone live, and this girl is just too tempting to let off with some other boy. I lick my lips in anticipation as I finally fall next to her.The decent of an angel some might say.

"Let's not talk... that'll just ruin the moment." I let my hands roam her leg as I speak. Feeling up to the dreaded warmth, the center of the girl. Wanting, needing, the life of that damn thing is not my want. I crave something better.

I roam in close to her, pull her toward me. I need no invitation now, for she has invited the reaper into her home. And what Graves wants is what Graves gets. A hand slips under her shirt feeling the foreign landscape of the girl. She's younger than my usual bait but I'm not too picky when it comes to choices. Men or women, they'll all satisfy the cravings of my mind. My body. The damn sensation of feeling a corpse. And these cravings are so strong I can feel how ready I am for it all.

And then tonight's images come to my head. How I choked the woman out. I grab at her chest, gripping as tight as I can with the image fresh in my head. This cannot be pleasing but what do I even care. She's mine to use and abuse for tonight. She is the night, the moon high in the sky. The thoughts link more and more and the urges become too intense for my own control. The beast wants a taste. I give a light lick to the nap of her neck before sinking my teeth. How fresh she is. How tasteless she will be.

I begin to play with her, rough. I move around with the breasts forcing them around in my hand. Something to play with once everything is said and done, but I'll enjoy them while I can. But the thought comes all to quick. The place is almost too public. What if someone caught eye of my misdeed for the first time. Graves couldn't work any longer if things came to that. I pull away, my smirk moving up the right end of my face.

"Don't you want to play at a place little more private?" Holding her close, whispering in her ear. She's in my cage. Why would she deny now?

So into the Night I will go
Hoping Beyond Hope to Find
Someone New for Me
To Understand

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



Please God, Help Me

The stars twinkle in the skies and the world is slowly becoming mine. Blessed by the moon and the night, the girl is who I want to hold. And I can smell it off of her now. Those fresh fumes that made her this way. The inability to realize who she was dealing with. Those lights of smoke that fill her today and make this whole incident how I want things to go. Crave me, crave me. I know you should always want me. I lick my lips looking at the slab of meat. How delicious all of this will really be for me.

“You got somewhere in mind, I ain't minding it here, but its up to you.”

Does she think I'm a fool? I'd never ask to be somewhere else without having a better place to be. She would enjoy it too, just some stupid shack on a farm. Few feet away. And who would check in on us anyways? The people who own the farm will be blamed. It's almost too perfect. I can just fool the little lady into thinking the place belonged to me. And who would she be to deny that? She's too high off those fumes to really realize anything. Does she even know how much I want to hurt her? All the pain I caused her moments ago must have meant something yet she was willing to follow me. The calls have switched little lady. I'm your deadly siren tonight.

"Of course little lady," I part her hair and twirl it in my right hand. The strands were nice to mess with. Definitely something to think about once the doll's all used up. "It's just right down the road, not too far."

Or maybe the people will just think it were the drugs that got to her even in that horrid, contorted body. I'll just have to find where she has some on that body of hers. The girls likely to be hiding it somewhere. And then to leave it all in plain view. The Peacekeepers will finally have some excuse for what's happened to the other victims. And why wouldn't they like the little escape for what little Graves has done? Though that would bring no peace for the people. All they could do to try and convince the Peacekeepers that it wasn't the drugs. It was just a man. A lone man.

The world is a blur of bliss and pleasure. I pull myself up and bring her to those wobbly feet with mine. I'll have to support her as we move down the street. She'll just be tripping over those darling feet while we make our way toward that ranch. And if she were making too much of a noise while getting over there I'd be found out. Can't have that quite yet. Too much noise would just be a tragedy right now. She can make all the noise she wants in the shed though. I'd love to hear her scream. I hold her close and keep moving. I have to get through with this or tonight will be a complete waste.

I look down toward her with a charming smile. "Don't worry little thing, I'm going to treat you right." And so I would. I would get her close to that point, that little spot where everyone wanted to reach. That climax of crazed wanton and lust driving the human psyche to the point of no return. And she would feel that as the life escaped those dear, dear eyes of hers. God I could just get off from the thought on this sight.

And it does only take a few moments to reach that place. The small little shed on the outskirts of a ranch. It's pretty run-down but a perfect place for a perfect lady. There's a small cot inside that I use every now and again. Not sure who the owners ever expect to sleep out there. Maybe they know I'm in there. And even better is that once you're inside, the world outside doesn't exist. No one comes to this place and I am the only one to leave it. I eat what I will in there and please with whom I want. No judgments or hostilities. And soon she will be added to my collection of visitors.

I open the door and give a quick look outside. No one's around and it's plenty of dark to keep eyes away. No one wants to wander where there is no light. Except for this foolish little lady. I pull her in, no risk in being gentle anymore, and smile toward her. I'm sure the deviousness is shown on my face. She'll mistaken it for the playful nature that she's looking toward though. The distraction of lust. Such a beautiful tool to control all those misfortunate.

I push her down to the cot and play out the scenario in my head. It's a one room, something small and doesn't really leave a lot of breathing room. She wouldn't be able to run too far off from me if she ran off anyways. With all those drugs in her system the trail would be easy enough to follow. Not accounting for the countless amounts of stumbling she'll do. And the shrill terror will almost be obsolete if she can actually feel that with those damn things coursing through her veins. She'd probably just resort to laughing if I started choking her out. Or maybe she's a freak like me. Into those weird things. I would just have to show her how foolish that is.

I lay her down and crawl on top of her. The predator looking at his prey with such delight. The smile on my face is too hard to contain.

"Would you do anything for me right now?" My finger strokes her cheek, making sure to be soft and sweet.

So into the Night I will go
Hoping Beyond Hope to Find
Someone New for Me
To Understand

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



Please God, Help Me

Sink and swim; can I really be doing both at the same time? The girl's driving me mad with how little comprehension is in that head of hers. That damn thick skull. Something so easily to bash against... God that arousal below is almost too much to bare. Though this will never get me off, she'd have to be like the others. In death. That new state of being is just so stimulating to the mind. And how wonderful it would all be. And how beautiful she would be, cradled in my arms. I brush back some of her hair and smile.

“Just wanna make ya happy.”

This is almost too perfect. She wants to do what pleases me, and me only. Though that's probably just the drugs talking. It's good she's got all that in her system though or she might know I smell like a god damn corpse. Usually scares off most of the people here. But I can't worry about that in the moment. The trap has almost snared this little lady. I just had to figure out how I'd do it. What in the act would be something for her? The choking was already tonight. I needed something else. Every little bit of art is unique. It's only the artist that remains the same. And would I make a masterpiece out of this little one.

“Let me show ya what I can do. Promise ya gonna love it.”

Let her show me something? I thought it was me running the show here? What could she show me that's so impressing? And that's just it: what could she show me that's so impressing? All the people here only had that moment to offer up to me. The solace of silence. But what could she really be offering? And in these thoughts she's already pulled off my shirt. Has the snare turned against me? No, I can control the situation. Let her have the little bit of fun she could have. Especially since this would be her last. Have to make a new home in the earth little lady.

I relent, backing up and keeping that devious grin. "Well then, if you're looking to impress, who am I to stop you?" I get a look at her on the bed. Down there where many others had been pinned beneath me. The portrait has to be different, not the painter. Yes. This might suit nicely for a new experiment. To see what I can pull out from her as she does what she thinks is safe fun. What harm lies in the night anyways? I know plenty of men who make the night terrifying. But this girl was willing to let her body be mine.

I pull her up and wait for whatever this goddess has for me. Let the night be her's, and let her be the night's. I wish to be craddled by the moon...

So into the Night I will go
Hoping Beyond Hope to Find
Someone New for Me
To Understand

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



Please God, Help Me

Oh the gal knew how to pull a man from heaven and back. You're not going there and you know it. Right, the place she pulled me out of was the blazing hell. The inferno's that were claiming me bit by bit. But she was making me more and more mortal those damn sensual movements. More human than reaper. And I needed to be something bigger and better. Had to dig up the ground tonight. What a goddess can do is too much. And how young she was to have this much experience. Hiding out in the district as a hidden treasure. Waiting to be opened. What jewels are inside? Oh how I wished to explore with her in that moment, and it was soon to come.

"You ain't gonna make me stop now is ya? You gonna let me show ya just what I can do."

Oh how sweet the words were spoken, and how many more she would be screaming out for me in the night. "Why would I ask you to stop?" I know my voice is a little deep from the action. A few beads of sweat come down from being trapped in a barn with the girl. She doesn't need those though, the sweat. The girl needs to be pale and pretty, encased in that moment for eternity. A snapshot for my mind. I give my lower lip and smile bite when she's down on me, moving in an almost majestic way. How the night favors this girls talent.

I brush back her hair as she gets to the rhythm. Let her get used to what she's doing. I want her to do these things, the things she wants, in those final moments. My free hand is reaching around the room, or at least the space nearby. Messing with some of the shit lying around. I can't feel it. Where did it go? But then my palm just nearly brushes it, almost cutting the skin. The knife. Cut her up and sew her back together. Like the little doll she is. She'd need to be cleaned, of course, but then that would just be a momentary lose toward the action. I don't want to look down at her, covered in that life that once was hers. She needs to be lifeless, limitless, and arguably perfect. Only the best for me.

"Well doll, gotta say..." my hand clutches her hair nice and tight. Have to have a good grip for what I'm about to do. "You're rather fun tonight doll."

I put the blade on a nearby table. Need it to be within reach once the time has come. I should try to enjoy this a little more though. Let her enjoy this a little more. Hopefully I'll have the right choice of words for her then. I let go of her hair. I need to be patient. Yes, patient with the knife. She can't be aware yet. Pin her down. Yes, back to the old tactics. Something these brushes will make with her. Smiling at the demise she was set upon. The mad laughter I'll break into. And the world will be grey. Not black and white, grey. A shade that is not ever seen, or not quite often enough. The color of the world in no longer in the spectrums.

A hand, my hand, slips through her clothes. The barriers that she wears to hide what is obviously mine now. I've already pushed her off so that she can have an experience like no other. Play around with the area outside, teasing and almost scolding. She should not have come here. And to taint the saint more. I nibble her ears, lightly lapping my tongue across her lobes. No resistance. And as time goes on and on I remember the urges. My jaw clenches down more and more as if to bite through the skin.

And in between the session I can hear myself utter, "Give me your heart and your soul." That's all I've ever wanted and all I could ever ask for.

So into the Night I will go
Hoping Beyond Hope to Find
Someone New for Me
To Understand

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



Please God, Help Me

The exit was soon approaching, she was going to want it more than anything. The knife was going to be the final instrument and I it's guide across the land. Traveling down for a sweet little vacation on such new lands. Worlds that it had no traversed yet. The new land that would be all mine. So obsessive. So needy. I should just get the deed over with now before it is too late. She can't even get me off like this, with the touching and tactics. All the same for others but none of this applies to my individual lust. and the land would grow cold and infertile. And soon the doll would be mine.

"Ya don't want that. You just want me for tonight. Ain't nothin' I can give you but fun."

Her words surely could not ring true. She knew what this night was for me, right? Coming into the shed with Grimm Graves Mayers. She had to know, didn't she? I make the fun for myself, and no one else. I want to realize her, and she realize me. That in the end all comes to death and at ultimate end. Where I will lead her now that she has begun to talk back toward me. How dare she even THINK of going against me. To pay the whore then. Let her really know what comes. The price of meeting me.

"Where do you get off saying what's right and wrong doll?" My hand is reaching over toward the side as I pin her down with my free arm. "Do you even know who I am to say this to me?"

I clutch at the knife, feel the metal bit in my hand. Soon she'll be as cold as this blade. I give a toothed grin and raise the knife, and maybe in some blind fury I only get the shoulder. It's nice though, a very nice stab. It breaks through the skin and into the muscles. Nothing for a permanent damage though. Just a bit of scaring If she were going to live through this. But the thing, was, I now had the advantage over her. She was going to fall to my blade. Use her blood to make some intricate design. Maybe a message for whoever finds her. And the pose. It was perfect.

I rip the knife out of her, desiring the cries of fear and pain she will emit. I have to hear her scream out for help. I have to! "Ready doll? This is gonna be a night for me to remember." Because you won't remember anything about this again. It will all be mine to enjoy. You'll have nothing! "Don't worry though, next time I'll make sure to get you good." I play with the knife for a moment before giving a second thrust down.

Oh how the girl would cry.