I was out to play. In the middle of one of m favorite hunting spots, I collapsed. In and out of delirum I could hear girls screaming, feel strangely warm hands moving me, and the thick sickening taste of blood. When I came to I heard voices talking about me. I realized I was in the hospital, face down on an uncomfortably ridged table. They were ( Read more... )

Some friends called me up the other day. They wanted me to visit so I said fine. Within the evening, the back was packed, planes boarded and transferred and I found myself outside in a chill breeze watching a steel gray sky slide into a concrete gray city. They had always been a cute couple. It was an odd relationship - mine to them. They never let ( Read more... )

I live in my name now. I am more of a bogle than a true ghost, existing only in the whispers between boy in the bathrooms of club. Most just throw me about to get a rise out of fresh meat. There are a few that I loathe. Speaking as though they narrowly escaped my bloodied talons. if I had wished to kill those wastes of flesh, I would of.  It's hell ( Read more... )

It really wasn't my fault. I wasn't out and about to hurt someone, at least not tonight. I guess it was just my luck that some cracked out punk decided that my car looked good enough to try and jack me for. Funny thing about us killer types. We tend to be well equipped. He came up behind me and jabbed two fingers into my kidney. I knew it was his ( Read more... )

I felt so tired. So sick. But I had to get out or I was going to bury myself. I went to one of the only places that I continued to frequent without fear. The club had been shaken in a tumbler and what poured out was something sickly posh floating atop the gothic and industrial layers. Strange was a kinder word for it than I usually used. Within an ( Read more... )

So I sat and watched this blond piece of meat walking around in nothing but a white shirt and pajama pants. I gave him a flat smile and told him to follow me home. He did like a good little puppy looking for a spot to bury his bone. Anyways, it didn't take but a few overly used words and a worn out face to get him into handcuffs and the harness ( Read more... )

Loneliness?

I sat at the very top of a green hill. My robes were white and comfortably loose in a lotus position, my eyes focused between the purple sky and ivory trees. Slowly I looked down the hill. It was a strikingly vivid contrast; red blood and limbs splattered over the scene as though the artist had a violent fit. A small boy, maybe a year ( Read more... )

True Love

My head was swimming. I felt like someone had taken a melon scoop to my head. As my vision rolled from red to Technicolor I saw that he was sitting on me. It took me that long because I couldn’t feel my legs and I was sure I was bleeding somewhere. I moved my hands up to feel through my hair and realized I was handcuffed. I groaned, I was ( Read more... )

ForeplayHe knelt in front of me, the sweat from his brow dripping down into the corners of his eyes. Oh Gods, they looked like tears. I reached down and wiped away the beads streaming over his cheeks with my free had, forcing him to let me touch by pulling on his leash. “I hope you’ll be a little more responsive than this the rest of the evening. ( Read more... )

Making An Angel This one I had cleaned, gutted and had made into a new piece of art. When I met him he was wearing a gauze cream colored shirt with metal loops sewn in. He also did a horrible make-up job. I saw him standing there with his back turn to me and that’s when I decided he needed wings of blood. A new piece to create. Taking him home was ( Read more... )