slaughtervein

I see her. She is here, near me. My Mistress LaSombra. Granted, this is in my dreams and in my mind, but in a sense, it's still a reality for me. The way she taunts and teases me. The way she moves, the way she smells. She touches me and my skin crawls. He fingernails are long. They are as clear as crystal. As delicate looking as glass. Yet as sharp and deadly as razors.

She drags them across my skin, splitting my flesh open. I see her struggle not to devour me immediately. She just smiles as her fangs slip past her lips like pearlescent, ivory daggers. I can -feel- her hunger. Her raging beast, waiting to be let loose and wreak havoc upon my mortal flesh like a ravenous blood sick creature.

I want her to give me love, but she wants to give me death. She tells me our love is death. Her eyes burn red hot, like crimson orbs of seduction and pain. She wants to share with me. Her vision of oblivion. It is to become my dream made true. Though she is my nightmare and she knows it. My Mistress LaSombra.

She runs her serpentine tongue along the contours of my severed and torn flesh. Consuming the scarlet rivers that soak the caramel earth of my skin. Like a nasty, hot sun, drying up an ocean, and leaving a dark, cold desert in it's evil, predatory wake.

On instinct, I resist at first, but her brutal strength forbids me from turning my back to her destiny. And the fate she holds for me. She kisses my lips. I taste my life, as it slips away upon her evil mouth. The only comfort is her sadistic, malevolent grin. I'm her prey.

Tears begin to well up in my eyes. She smiles and laughs at my fear. My pain. My misery. My weak, fragile body, my short, numbered mortal years. I am -nothing- to her. Insignifigant human flesh. But she will save me. She -wants- to help me. To show me. I love her. And she loves me. And because she loves me, she will, kill me.

I am pulled into her embrace. I can feel her cold flesh suck the warmth from my bleeding body. Then she opens her jaws, gaping wide and clamps down on my throat viciously. I scream as I feel the tissue and muscle spasm and lock up hard, before being torn to shreds. I look out of the corner of my eyes, just as she pulls away from my neck, as if anticipating my gaze. She wanted to see the sheer terror and horror on my face. Riddled with pain and a deep underlying lust. She smiled. She kissed me again, swirling my blood over my lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She told me to truly taste death, I must savor my own first.

She then thrusts her horrifyingly long fangs, ferociously back into my open neck. This time, she simply lets my crimson essence, the blood of my life, drain slowly into her evil mouth. I can almost hear my blood, splashing into the back of her throat, like some scarlet waterfall of lust, hunger and pain. Hear her, almost gurggle in a mocking way, laughing as my blood filters down her devils throat.

Beyond the light, I see nothing. But oceans of everlasting darkness. There, lay all my pain, all my fears. My torment. She promises to take them all away. She will burn like a dark sun, and she will suck dry, the black sea in my soul. Only to fill it with an empty void. An abyss of shadows. Where there is nothing left, but her.

She digs her razor sharp claws into the base of my spine, while she embraces me. One by one, slowly severing each and every nerve ending. She whispers in my mind, that soon, I will forget pain. And that death and myself, will be two ships, passing blindly in the night. Sailing upon an ocean of darkness, all I'll ever know, is her.

My Queen of Shadows and Blood. My Nightmare of living death. My Mistress. My LaSombra. She calls my name. And I open my eyes. Yet I still see her. I still struggle by my torn, bleeding throat.

My dream, now an endless nightmare. My love, turned to rage. My lust, turned to hatred. Who are you, Mistress LaSombra? And what have you done to me?