Ring around the rosie... wish_verse
I was beginning to get hungry, my tummy rumbling, and rumbling. I went out into the night to look for a nibble. The stars whispering in my ear. Something was brewing, something…something far away.
I missed my Spike and I wondered where he could be. Then the thought fluttered in my head of all the wicked things he could be doing, I smiled at the idea of him torturing, and maiming and draining the life of the pathetic humans of this country. It tickled me in all the right places.
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they all fall down, down, down…
Humans everywhere… So much to feast on. What to choose… What to choose… Mmmm, perhaps some sweet young boy. Mmmm. I smiled at the idea.
“Shhh. You be so very quiet Miss Edith, and enjoy the show that mommy will put on for you.”
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, burning, they all fall down, down, down...
I searched the night with prowling eyes for my prey. Ahh, and there he was, so unsuspecting. Standing all alone smoking a cigarette, walking the very dangerous streets, just waiting to be snatched up and gobbled up. I smiled as I stalked my prey. I followed behind him and he came to a stop under a streetlight and looked around suspiciously.
“Miss Edith, what did I say? Be still for mommy dear, we don’t want to let this one get away.” I said a bit cross.
He began to walk again turning onto a small street and I began to quicken my pace to catch up with him. He stopped and turned again. Trying to see in the dark. I smiled and waited for him up ahead.
“Hey there miss? Are you alright there?” He asked flicking his cigarette onto the street.
“Well, I seem to have lost my way? Can you help me find it?” I ask him in a soft voice.
“I can help you find it, sure, if that’s what you like.” He tells me. Such a nice thing to do.
I smiled, as he gets closer to me. He is so close now, so close to me, so unsuspecting, so young and so sweet. I can feel his blood flowing through his veins and it excites me. I look in to his eyes and I show him the demon in me. He begins to screams and it makes me laugh. He tries to run a way but I grab him by the arm.
“Where do you think you’re going puppet? I thought you were going to help me find my way? Did you change your mind already? Tsk. Tsk. That is not very nice.” I say as I give him my wickedest smile.
“P-p-please… don’t hurt me…” He pleads in a trembling voice.
“Hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you. Why would you say such a thing? All I want to do is torture you, drink you dry until you are all empty like a fish bowl with out water. Dead, dead, belly up, flushed out.” I laughed.
He trembles in my grasp and it makes me hold on tighter to him, almost breaking his arm in the process.
“Well, you might hurt a little… lots of little, but it will only be for a few minutes, or hours, I don’t know yet. But you can scream a little if you’d like, that makes the blood all the sweeter you see.”
He was terrified, I could smell the fear in him, and it tickled all my insides.
“Do you think you can scream for me? Just a little?” I cooed in his ear batting my yellow eyes at him.
And he did, the sound of it like music to my ears. I sank my fangs into his neck and began to feed in slow gulps, savoring his blood, sweet wine like ripe fruit. I loved his fear, and his screams made me bite the harder. He began to grow limp in my hands, but I didn’t want to end his life this way.
His heart was still beating, pumping life into him. I didn’t like the sound it made. I wished to hold it. And the sweetest thought came to mind. I set him down, and I could see the tears forming in his eyes, almost empty.
“There, there, puppet, it’s almost over now.” I said.
I grabbed the first sharp object laying about and began to do my carving. He screamed, and screamed, until he could scream no more. And at last I held the object of my desire… his heart, still warm and, and almost beating. I licked my lips and brought the heart to my lips. Mmmm. And I savored every last drop of his blood.
After I was done I placed the heart back in its proper place, and kissed the boy on his cold forehead. And got up to take my leave as I licked my fingers.
“Did you like the show Miss Edith?” I asked. “I knew you would.”
The night looked so magnificent. So magnificent it made me hum as I made my way through the streets.
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they all fall down… Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, burning, they all fall down, down, down…
I missed my Spike and I wondered where he could be. Then the thought fluttered in my head of all the wicked things he could be doing, I smiled at the idea of him torturing, and maiming and draining the life of the pathetic humans of this country. It tickled me in all the right places.
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they all fall down, down, down…
Humans everywhere… So much to feast on. What to choose… What to choose… Mmmm, perhaps some sweet young boy. Mmmm. I smiled at the idea.
“Shhh. You be so very quiet Miss Edith, and enjoy the show that mommy will put on for you.”
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, burning, they all fall down, down, down...
I searched the night with prowling eyes for my prey. Ahh, and there he was, so unsuspecting. Standing all alone smoking a cigarette, walking the very dangerous streets, just waiting to be snatched up and gobbled up. I smiled as I stalked my prey. I followed behind him and he came to a stop under a streetlight and looked around suspiciously.
“Miss Edith, what did I say? Be still for mommy dear, we don’t want to let this one get away.” I said a bit cross.
He began to walk again turning onto a small street and I began to quicken my pace to catch up with him. He stopped and turned again. Trying to see in the dark. I smiled and waited for him up ahead.
“Hey there miss? Are you alright there?” He asked flicking his cigarette onto the street.
“Well, I seem to have lost my way? Can you help me find it?” I ask him in a soft voice.
“I can help you find it, sure, if that’s what you like.” He tells me. Such a nice thing to do.
I smiled, as he gets closer to me. He is so close now, so close to me, so unsuspecting, so young and so sweet. I can feel his blood flowing through his veins and it excites me. I look in to his eyes and I show him the demon in me. He begins to screams and it makes me laugh. He tries to run a way but I grab him by the arm.
“Where do you think you’re going puppet? I thought you were going to help me find my way? Did you change your mind already? Tsk. Tsk. That is not very nice.” I say as I give him my wickedest smile.
“P-p-please… don’t hurt me…” He pleads in a trembling voice.
“Hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you. Why would you say such a thing? All I want to do is torture you, drink you dry until you are all empty like a fish bowl with out water. Dead, dead, belly up, flushed out.” I laughed.
He trembles in my grasp and it makes me hold on tighter to him, almost breaking his arm in the process.
“Well, you might hurt a little… lots of little, but it will only be for a few minutes, or hours, I don’t know yet. But you can scream a little if you’d like, that makes the blood all the sweeter you see.”
He was terrified, I could smell the fear in him, and it tickled all my insides.
“Do you think you can scream for me? Just a little?” I cooed in his ear batting my yellow eyes at him.
And he did, the sound of it like music to my ears. I sank my fangs into his neck and began to feed in slow gulps, savoring his blood, sweet wine like ripe fruit. I loved his fear, and his screams made me bite the harder. He began to grow limp in my hands, but I didn’t want to end his life this way.
His heart was still beating, pumping life into him. I didn’t like the sound it made. I wished to hold it. And the sweetest thought came to mind. I set him down, and I could see the tears forming in his eyes, almost empty.
“There, there, puppet, it’s almost over now.” I said.
I grabbed the first sharp object laying about and began to do my carving. He screamed, and screamed, until he could scream no more. And at last I held the object of my desire… his heart, still warm and, and almost beating. I licked my lips and brought the heart to my lips. Mmmm. And I savored every last drop of his blood.
After I was done I placed the heart back in its proper place, and kissed the boy on his cold forehead. And got up to take my leave as I licked my fingers.
“Did you like the show Miss Edith?” I asked. “I knew you would.”
The night looked so magnificent. So magnificent it made me hum as I made my way through the streets.
Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, they all fall down… Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, burning, they all fall down, down, down…