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I sit alone in darkness
Holding back the tears...
I don't know why I'm contemplating,
My life through the years...

I think of all the wrongs...
Done to myself as well as others....
It's because of these things...
I've become the way I am....

I pull the shapening stone down my sword...
Tonight only blood will satisfy my sorrow....
I need to find someone....
This time...anyone will do...

In my mind I'm falling,
Deeply into despair...
I can be so happy sometimes...
When I'm with the right people...

Then there are the days or night....
I sit alone and fight not to cry.

I put my sword back into its sheath
And scan the area....

I see a man......in the alley
His fist raised to hit a smaller woman....
I smile evilly...making several passerbys go to the opposite side of the street...
I've found my victim.

I stop and clear my throat until he turns around sharply....
His breath smells of cheap liquor as he yells at me...
My smile widends....and he freezes...
The woman runs to safety....not looking back....

I pull out a small paper ball and throw it at him....
A green gas fills the air.....and he falls over...
Fast asleep.

I lift him over my shoulder and calmly...walk to my hide away...
I can hardly contain the odd sense of peace that fills me as I think of everything...
I am going to do to this bastard.....

Stupid fucker...
It takes a truly weak person to pick on someone weaker than them....

We arrive with time to spare...
And I chain him down...
Now all I can do is sit....and wait for him to awaken.

I don't have to wait long until his dark eyes turn to me
I'm sitting on a chair, resting my chin on the hilt of my sword....
I know my eyes are almost glowing....

My inner sorrow is being replaced with rage
It's time for this dick to know how that woman could have felt...
O.k. so a 'little' worse....

I growl as my anger grows...
Images of the people that were so close to me...
Hurting me....
Mentally,
Physically,
Emotionally....

I scream at him as I slice at his chest,
A little harder than I intended...
This may not last as long as I had hoped...

I laugh almost insanely as he screams...
So like the woman that had called for help before he covered her mouth...

I set my sword aside....
And bring out the smaller daggers...
Sharp..but less likely for me to cut so deeply..
I'll come back to my sword later.

I look at the blood spilling over onto the table
And I lean over, chuckling as he tries to pull away from me...
I lick at the blood slowly, even this fithly man's blood is sweet to me in this condition...

I laugh deeply, I can almost taste your response in your blood,
Even with what you know I'm going to do...
Your loins stir.

You, the scum of the human race...
Desire your soon to be killer.....
This really is...too fitting.

I lean closer and whisper to you....
Building your desire...it makes the blood taste better.

"I am Flame,
I am fire...
Look at me...
Feel desire.."

Your eyes glaze as you listen to my deep voice...
I'm almost purring against your ear.

"Kiss me fiercely,
Hold me tight...
Make love to me under the pale moon light..."

I close my eyes...
My beloved behind them...
The poem I say to you before death...
Is meant for him.....

I draw my blades down your skin,
Lapping at more blood as I go....

"Remove the clothes between us,
Let skin meet with skin,
Licking,
Kissing,
Tasting,
Sucking..."

You moan in pleasure....
Until I take a blade lower...
You don't know what to think...
I love fucking with people's minds.

I run my tongue into a cut,
"Hands roaming over one another....
Kiss this Flame,
Kiss this Fire...
Come with me...share our desire...."

You almost kiss me before I can pull away...
I glare down at you....
It's time to end this....

Music plays softly from my CD player,
Phantom of the opera...
Nice and violent...

I'm bored with you now...
As I lick the last of the blood off of my lips...
Time for this to end.

I raise the sword and slice your femoral artery....
With so little blood left...
You'll be dead soon...

Odd you never begged...
You never tried to apologize..
I sit back and watch you bleeding to death...

Your skin turning white
Your eyes dimming...
You look at me...with lust filled eyes...
Moments...right before you die...

I feel a little better...
I leave your remains on the table as I wipe my sword clean on your shirt...
I leave quietly walking back through the forest...
My 'special friends' will take care of everything else...

I don't need to know anything else about that...

Even though I feel better....
Deep inside I can still feel the sorrow...and the rage...
And it is still building....

Oh well...what does it really matter anyway,
There will always be people that I can get rid of to lessen the pain...
The blood helps....
But for now...
I am tired...
It's time to sleep...
But unlike the man from earlier...
I will awake...
Maybe....