Lacremore

I decided to write this story because I wanted to do something new. Bellow is a little bit of it. Please tell me if you like it, cause I'm actually not so sure about it. Anyway...


Smiling he watched her gasp on the ground as he liked his fingers clean of her newly spilt blood. "You tast as sweet as you look." He whispered with slight amusement into her pointed ear. Golden eyes gleaming as he watched blood spurt from her mouth when another fit of coughes racked her oh so fragile body. Laughing, he watched her squirm on the ground, some part of her dissapated instinct telling her to flee. Grabbing her arm, he said no words but crushed his lips into her neck once more, licking and sucking all the blood that poured from the tiny incisions. Moaning slighty as the salty, metallic like fluid washed down his throat, he tore his head away, a roar ripping through him as he looked to the ceiling.

"You intoxicate me, you know that my love?" He said as he gently stroked her hair, the blood dripping down his chin and onto her blood stained porcelin cheeks. "You have become so dear to me that I no longer wish to have you linger on my thoughts. If you remain living, this will continue. You know that my love, so in our next life, if I ever get the chance to have one, will you forgive me?" Smiling with bloody lips, he lowered his head down and kissed her mouth, his tongue darting out to search the blood that had pooled there.

"Y-you mo-monster....." She rasped out. He smirked at her words and replied in the same calm tone he had before, "What ever you wish to call me I will accept, take it as my parting gift to you. Hmm?" With those words he opened his mouth as far as it would go and latched onto the top of her breast, sucking the blood greedily. Though his hunger had been satisfied long ago, he lusted for everything she had to offer, and her death was the very last thing he would ever require of her. Once she had fallen limp in his arms he pulled away, a small smile playing at his lips as he ran his clawed hand through her course hair, it now thick with her blood. Standing up he cradled her like a bride and walked from the room, handing her to a servant.

"Burn her in the furnis, she is of no more use to me." Walking past the many demons that stood gaurd in his hall way, he didn't bother wipping the blood that dripped from his mouth, he needed not to. This just showed them how far he would go, killing his wife, the mother of his new born, if ever disobeyed or displeased. He walked to the very nursery where his daughter lay sleeping, upon entering, he smiled. The child slept peacefully, undisturbed as it felt its mothers life slip away from the world of the undead. "Melinda." He cooed from the nurseries doorway. At the call of her name she stired, blinking with colbat eyes at the very person who disturned her infintile slumber.

Walking to her crib he looked down upon her and smiled, blood still staing his teeth and face, "Did you sleep well? I hope your mothers screams did not disturb you." She gurgled slightly in response, her face turning red telling him that it did not, but he had. "I am sorry, do you wish me to leave, so you may sleep once more?" His words were spoken evenly, gentle even, but still held that condescending sound he adapted over the years. A soft mewl escaped her tiny petal lips and he smiled, "Of course, nothings more important, eh?" He turned and walked from the room, her breathing already deep and that of sleep.

"My father shall enjoy you." Damien thought as he looked back towards the open doors. With a flick of his wrists the doors slide shut, everything silent except for the sound of his footsteps from the away from the door and the far off screaming outside of the castle of tortured souls.


OK, so tell me what you thought, please R & R. Well, if you want to. ^_^