He could feel the blood sliding up his esophagus and pooling into his open mouth, mixing with his saliva. He coughed, the blood running out of his mouth, down his chin and neck making its way to his chest. He cautiously tilted his head down looking at the metal pipe sticking through his abdomen, his blood running down it and dripping onto the concrete floor. Vision blurring, the black around the edges growing and moving towards the center. Threatening to send him into darkness. His body felt weak, his knees shaking as he came in and out of consciousness. With the last of his strength he lifted his left hand up to gaze at the ring on his finger one last time. He smiled, the feeling of his lover sending heat through his frigid body as his eyes closed and his body relaxed. But death never came for him. No grim reaper, scythe in hand. All he could do was breath and remain still, thinking. Questions gnawing at him, one's he didn't want to answer. One's he couldn't answer. He stopped, his heart pounding in his ears. Footsteps. No, these were different, there was a scratching to them. As if there were claws. But humans didn't have claws, there must be some other explanation. Any other explanation would due but none came. Not to relieve the fear in him, the knots in his stomach, the blood pumping fast through him, his heart pounding. Nothing. He forced his eyes open only to see the thing he had been dreading. The thing he was to become if he didn't die. The mindless, blood thirsty creature of his nightmares.
[b:452b3f9b6a][i:452b3f9b6a]If I were a tear drop I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips[/i:452b3f9b6a][/b:452b3f9b6a]
 Prince Keba · Sat Sep 08, 2007 @ 01:14am · 0 Comments |
