Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 22, 2009 4:09:04 GMT -5
Yes, Elizabeth Grey. She beamed purity, how could I have not loved her. Her skin was as white as ivory. Her lips more red then blood itself. She could never throw a hateful stare or be rude.
Her outlook on life was "Live everyday as if it was your last".
She wasnt very adventerous, she just treated everyone and everything with such kindness, that she didnt need to be adventerous.
At the time I had found a way to fit in with everyone else. Yes, alot of people were cautious of me, and yes, alot of them didnt trust me. But fuck them, they still bought my bread. I baked damn good bread. She worked in the store next to me, a Flower girl. Everything about her and her store were precious. She was the fisrt person to talk to me properly. And treat me in the right manner.
Our relationship grew at a rapid pace. We didnt need to do any sexual acts to show our love for eachother. (Even though I got my body able to do all that if it was needed) All we needed to do was look eachother in the eyes, and we both got that feeling. An uncontrollable smile slapped across our face. We talked about a lot of things, I do feel horrible that I had to lie to her. But I had to. It would have messed up everything if I had told her the truth. She would have believed me, I do not doubt that.
I should have seen her fate coming. Something so innocent.. So pure, some bastard was eventually going to ruin it. Bernard Scarr was this mans name. He had been watching Elizabeth for awhile I found out. He was always hanging around her place, no matter how many times she kindly rejected him, he didnt get it. Late one night, she told me she would walk home, I would have gladly walked home, but she insisted she could. She lived nearby.
The next day I woke up to go visit her, their was a massive crowd near her house. I soon saw the horrid sight of my beauty. She now lay dead on the ground, half naked, her dress riped apart. I started to laugh madly. I couldnt take it seriously. This event pushed me over the edge, I started seeing horrible visions of death and torture in my head. They were at first only flashes, but got worse.
With the clues I gathered at my loves crime scene, I easily found out it was Bernard. I had to do this all with extreme hast, as the police thought I was Elizabeth's murderer. I waited for Bernard at his house, in the late evening he had come home. He saw me, and could tell that I had been reborn. After bringing every nightmare he had ever had of pain and torture brought to life, I consumed him.
It felt like I had been refreshed, I felt amazing. I soon found out that the free will of people and the way they are, acts like a drug for me, when I consume them. I moved on from England and traveled to America. Leaving my memories of my happiness to rot in there, in England.
Her outlook on life was "Live everyday as if it was your last".
She wasnt very adventerous, she just treated everyone and everything with such kindness, that she didnt need to be adventerous.
At the time I had found a way to fit in with everyone else. Yes, alot of people were cautious of me, and yes, alot of them didnt trust me. But fuck them, they still bought my bread. I baked damn good bread. She worked in the store next to me, a Flower girl. Everything about her and her store were precious. She was the fisrt person to talk to me properly. And treat me in the right manner.
Our relationship grew at a rapid pace. We didnt need to do any sexual acts to show our love for eachother. (Even though I got my body able to do all that if it was needed) All we needed to do was look eachother in the eyes, and we both got that feeling. An uncontrollable smile slapped across our face. We talked about a lot of things, I do feel horrible that I had to lie to her. But I had to. It would have messed up everything if I had told her the truth. She would have believed me, I do not doubt that.
I should have seen her fate coming. Something so innocent.. So pure, some bastard was eventually going to ruin it. Bernard Scarr was this mans name. He had been watching Elizabeth for awhile I found out. He was always hanging around her place, no matter how many times she kindly rejected him, he didnt get it. Late one night, she told me she would walk home, I would have gladly walked home, but she insisted she could. She lived nearby.
The next day I woke up to go visit her, their was a massive crowd near her house. I soon saw the horrid sight of my beauty. She now lay dead on the ground, half naked, her dress riped apart. I started to laugh madly. I couldnt take it seriously. This event pushed me over the edge, I started seeing horrible visions of death and torture in my head. They were at first only flashes, but got worse.
With the clues I gathered at my loves crime scene, I easily found out it was Bernard. I had to do this all with extreme hast, as the police thought I was Elizabeth's murderer. I waited for Bernard at his house, in the late evening he had come home. He saw me, and could tell that I had been reborn. After bringing every nightmare he had ever had of pain and torture brought to life, I consumed him.
It felt like I had been refreshed, I felt amazing. I soon found out that the free will of people and the way they are, acts like a drug for me, when I consume them. I moved on from England and traveled to America. Leaving my memories of my happiness to rot in there, in England.