Whats she's become..

[Tasteless]

Prologue

She stood in front of me, blood covering her hands, mouth, and was splattered over her clothes as if she had simply gotten splashed with crimson paint. Yet the crimson substance was not paint, it was the salty life liquid that flowed through a living creature's veins. I couldn't be mad at her, she couldn't control what she did while in this form.. Yet i don't think many others would understand that, especially not the people who owned the poor dog that laid dead at her feet. She stared up at me with sad eyes, she never asked to be this. She was forced to live with this curse and there was no way out besides death. I don't plan on letting her die anytime soon, so I'm forced to throw away animal carcasses and clean her up once, sometimes twice a month.. This is the price of love I guess.. To watch the one you helplessly fell in love with turn into a beast who cannot control her hunger.. her rage.. She only seemed to recognize me when she was in this form.. I may never understand why.. I just know i have to protect her.. I can only hope her hunger remains satisfied with other animals..

I can't help but hold her in my arms, feeling her warmth against me gives me a sort of peace of mind.. At least i know she's still living.. Sure she has a darker side. A rage that consumes her and makes her view on right and wrong twisted.. Yet she is still the girl i fell in love with, she just simply has an urge.. I don't know why she enjoys killing things, watching the life slip from another creature's eyes.. It's just her now.. Ever since she escaped him.. or "the man in black" as she calls him, shes had this urge. He changed her, yet I'm just glad she's alive.. I don't know what I'd do without her..


I'm in love with a monster..
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[Seelenlos]

Coolio

 

[Tasteless]

Chapter 1


I still remember the day she was reported missing. It was a few days her and i had gone out to the new ice cream shop for an evening treat. She had always loved triple fudge ice cream yet now she doesn't eat ice cream..


We had a great day.. i still remember glancing over and spotting her with the sun in her eyes, illuminating her face and making it seem like her blonde hair was dancing with the sun beams.. She looked beyond gorgeous.. yet she always did.. She had a tendency to look good all the time, even when she had just woken up.


It was about six o'clock in the afternoon when i took her back to her house. Did i mention she was only seventeen when this happened? She was incredibly young.. I on the other hand was nineteen.. Well, i had dropped her off with the usual kiss and telling her i loved her. She was supposed to walk to the mall a few miles from her house and meet her friends to go see a movie.. Yet she never made it to the mall.. Her mother had said she left the house, yet she never got a call from her sweet daughter like she always did when she got to wherever she was supposed to be...


Three days past.. I don't know if any of you know what it's like to feel your heart being squeezed and ripped from your chest due to a loved one being gone.. Yet i could feel my heart ache with every beat of knowing she wasn't safe.. I blamed myself for quite some time.. After being questioned by the police and my house being searched they declared me innocent as some suspected i had taken her.. Damn fools.. I wouldn't ever harm her.. She was my life..


One month past.. then two.. four.. Six months past and i had began smoking away my sorrow and drowning in alcohol to try to rid my mind of her melodic laughter that echoed every second i was sober.. I'd have dreams of her, sometimes she would be in my arms and it'd feel as if she had never left. Others i'd be searching for her.. in darkness.. calling her name because i could hear her calling for help.. i never found her in those dreams and i always woke up in tears.


By the beginning of eight months everyone was convinced she was dead.. Killed and hidden somewhere. I finally gave up and accepted she was dead by the middle of the eighth month.. Yet i couldn't stop the dreams of her and i was beginning to drink myself to sleep at night and wake up hung over, yet drink more because the thought of her was like a plague..


Then everything changed once the ninth month rolled around.. A call to my house.. Often i'd just ignore and they'd hang up.. Yet after the phone would stop, it'd start again. When i picked up it was her mother.. her voice was frantic and out of breath, sniffling and crying.. "They found her... Alive.." I felt my legs give out form under me and i broke down. my tears were hot and i was indeed drunk, i smelt of alcohol and had to shower and be given a ride to the hospital. When i saw her.. the first thing i thought was that she was dead. She had lost so much weight she looked to not weigh more than ninety pounds. Her former sun kissed skin was a sickly pale color.. her formally vibrant eyes were glassy and dull. She was sick, and her body was littered with scars, bruises, dirt, and fresh injuries.. She was in a medically educed coma for nearly two months.. Once she was back.. it wasn't her..


The first day she was back, she didn't speak. She hadn't hugged anyone, or even made eye contact. The slightest touch would make her flinch and nearly make her cry.. I stayed with her for weeks, it was like regaining the trust of an abused dog.. I often found myself crying in the shower because i thought she didn't love me anymore, when my love for her was stronger than ever..


The first time she spoke, was to me. I was begging her to tell me something. .anything.. she looked me in the eyes and i felt my breath slip from my lungs. They were abnormally dark and pierced through my soul, giving me chills. "I love you.. but you need to let me outside.." I was shocked. I began to refuse.. Why would i let her outside when i just got her back. She stared at me while i refused, her eyes were blank and darkening. She then stood up, and left. I tried to follow her, yet it was dark, and nearly midnight. I was out for hours calling for her. When i got back to my house i heard the shower running. I hurried upstairs to find her in the bathroom. Yet something was wrong. Her clothes were stained with blood, and the floor was smeared in it also. I slid the curtain aside, and she was washing the blood off her skin frantically, crying and saying she didn't mean to do it. I washed her up, dried her off, and held her while she cried for hours. She explained that she had no control of herself, that some man had taken her and done several 'experiments' on her. cutting her open, taking her blood, injecting her with liquids that would feel like acid in her veins.. She told me that she went out and killed a few neighborhood cats.. broke their bones one by one and watched them wither in agony.. watched as they began to die from internal bleeding.. She didn't feel any remorse or understand what had happened until she found herself back in my house.. I didn't know what to do.. so i kept that between her and i.. She had no idea how to deal with this.. the urge to kill living creatures at random times.. it was something she couldn't control.. Yet i had just gotten her back, and i wasn't about to let her get arrested for that.. Yet i didn't know it'd get worse..



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