Life Blood

The blood slowly trickles down her arm and she smiles. There had been pain in the beginning, but now that pain eased and all she could feel...all she could taste was the ecstacy she had from the relief of her bottled emotions.

The tears trickled down her face once she had began but she knew she needed it. Her body craved to feel that cold, steel blade. The wonderful pressure of it against her warm skin gave her goose bumps.

Slowly, she feels herself relax and her a rush of tears begins. That physical pain always broke a barrier somewhere inside her.

Always, she hid her pain and her scars. Even as she made love to her husband, she\'d hide it.

She loved him it was true and yes, she\'d do anything for him. But if he knew the real her...the her deep inside...how could he love her? After all the things she did?

She was a killer. Merciless. Hateful. Not truly, but that\'s what her victims perceived her as. A cold-hearted bitch.

Then again, she had to be in her line of work. A murder-for-hire. The whore of her profession. Selling herself even to the cheapest buyer just to get the thrills of killing someone. To watch the blood drain from their bodies.

It was her addiction. Her drug. She loved the personal way she killed her victims. Always there. Always, her face would be the last thing they would see.

But with each death came a heavy burden for her. With each high came a great withdraw. Then reality would slap her in the face. She would always come home and live the life of beloved mother, wife...daughter.

Each murder she committed was a black mark against her heart and the anguish it caused her she knew she caused others.

The person she murdered was a child, a mother, a father, an aunt, an uncle...neice, nephew, sister, brother....the list grew on and on and the insanity of her lust for death overcame her.

So came the desire to bleed for her sins. To appease the God of Death and to tease the Fates.

So she spills her life blood.