Post by Ellie on Jan 17, 2005 15:51:50 GMT -5
“I’m bad. Aren’t you frightened having me in your room? I’m evil, I’m a baddass,” the man said sitting on the bed. He watched the girl turn away and walk over to her dresser.
“I’m not frightened of you,” she said grabbing something. She turned quickly and moved towards him. Her movements were exotic, hypnotizing.
“But you should I’ve killed at least a dozen people,” he said.
She smiled, a small smile. “And your point is?”<br>
“You should be frightened of me,” he said. Slicking back his unruly black hair.
She sat on his knees, and touched his face gently. “I am not frightened of you, but more for what I will do to you,” she whispered into his ear rubbing her face along his stubbly cheek.
He felt her reach inside his shirt, her hand warm. She grabbed the butt of his gun and started pulling it from the holster. He touched her hand. “You can’t be playing with that.”<br>
“You wont need it,” she purred. His hand relaxed as she took the gun and tossed it on the ground. Her lips teased him, never kissing him. He ran his hands over her naked thighs.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. “Kiss me,” he said.
“Look the big bad killer is begging,” she whispered and kissed him.
There was a painful prick on his tongue and he tasted his blood. And then his body went numb. She got off of him, and brought her head in close looking him, smelling him. “You think your bad?” She laughed. She touched his forehead with her fingers and pushed him back. He tried to move but he couldn’t. Some how she had paralyzed him.
She looked down at him, her face now filled with longing. “I know what your thinking. What did that bitch do to me?”<br>
She disappeared into the shadows. His eyes could move, and they followed her until she was nothing but a shadow. She changed, her thin figure, got bigger and wider. She came back to him, the dim lights shined off her naked body. His eyes got bigger.
“I know what your thinking now,” she said her voice deeper and slurred. Her inhuman body shrugged. “But you know what I say? A girl has to eat sometimes too.”<br>
Her body slid over him like a slick blanket of oily scales. He watched frightened as her jaw grew wide showing small razor teeth. She bit into his neck, making slurping sounds as she drank. She could feel him trying to scream, his blood and air rushing out of the big gap. Her hands ripped into his fleshy body, feeding her hunger. When she finished, she transformed to her human body. She was so tired, and fell asleep in the corpse’s torn body. It was warm, and she slept.
“I’m not frightened of you,” she said grabbing something. She turned quickly and moved towards him. Her movements were exotic, hypnotizing.
“But you should I’ve killed at least a dozen people,” he said.
She smiled, a small smile. “And your point is?”<br>
“You should be frightened of me,” he said. Slicking back his unruly black hair.
She sat on his knees, and touched his face gently. “I am not frightened of you, but more for what I will do to you,” she whispered into his ear rubbing her face along his stubbly cheek.
He felt her reach inside his shirt, her hand warm. She grabbed the butt of his gun and started pulling it from the holster. He touched her hand. “You can’t be playing with that.”<br>
“You wont need it,” she purred. His hand relaxed as she took the gun and tossed it on the ground. Her lips teased him, never kissing him. He ran his hands over her naked thighs.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. “Kiss me,” he said.
“Look the big bad killer is begging,” she whispered and kissed him.
There was a painful prick on his tongue and he tasted his blood. And then his body went numb. She got off of him, and brought her head in close looking him, smelling him. “You think your bad?” She laughed. She touched his forehead with her fingers and pushed him back. He tried to move but he couldn’t. Some how she had paralyzed him.
She looked down at him, her face now filled with longing. “I know what your thinking. What did that bitch do to me?”<br>
She disappeared into the shadows. His eyes could move, and they followed her until she was nothing but a shadow. She changed, her thin figure, got bigger and wider. She came back to him, the dim lights shined off her naked body. His eyes got bigger.
“I know what your thinking now,” she said her voice deeper and slurred. Her inhuman body shrugged. “But you know what I say? A girl has to eat sometimes too.”<br>
Her body slid over him like a slick blanket of oily scales. He watched frightened as her jaw grew wide showing small razor teeth. She bit into his neck, making slurping sounds as she drank. She could feel him trying to scream, his blood and air rushing out of the big gap. Her hands ripped into his fleshy body, feeding her hunger. When she finished, she transformed to her human body. She was so tired, and fell asleep in the corpse’s torn body. It was warm, and she slept.