Once Upon a TimeA man died.The end.
EvolutionI've learned a new trick. It's beautiful.Absolutely BEAUTIFUL.I draw a design, so pretty, so pretty, against bare flesh, with the fluid that girls spray against their hair. They use it for such useless things.My way is MUCH more fun.Then I take the small item that will set my beautiful design in place, and with a small click it is done.And fire dances across my skin.It burns, it burns, it burns-But then it cools. The flames continue to devour my little design, drawn on with the spray that catches the orange and red and the infinite beauty so easily.I love it.I love it.It's my new way, my new hobby.My evolution from blade to flame.I love it.
My Siren of an AngelRed hair. . .Stuck in such beautiful curls, yet always tousled. . .And green eyes, which stand out like emeralds in pallid white skin. . .She's so beautiful. An angel, cast to Earth just to capture me. And yet. . .Yet I can't find myself to take her as my own.Why, you may ask? Well, simple. I am but a monster. I am known by many to kill, to murder. Then to slink back into the shadows and hide from the world. But, in truth, I am just hiding from the cruelty of the monsters that are left unpunished.If only. . .I could just reach out and stroke the soft and flawless skin my angel owned. . .Maybe then I would feel warmth.--My angel is wandering in the woods. Oh, if only she knew that is where I hide.Maybe she does know? Maybe. . .Maybe my angel has come to find me?No, she turns away. Wait. . .she looks back. Someone has summoned her- but I know she is looking at me.Right at me.Oh, my heart flutters weakly as she holds my gaze for just a moment, unknowing I am there, watch