A girl, pale in her complexion. Long, flowing black hair; beautiful in her nature...
She was raised in a wealthy family. She was shy, very much so; never making many friends because of this. Her bust filled out earlier than an average teenager; at just twelve years of age she had already amalgamated the body of a mature adult. For one reason or another though, her growth was the target of many insults that were spat upon her by her peers. This only deepened her antisocial habits.
Now in high school, her body represented absolute feminine perfection. She noticed this one boy, who seemed to notice her. She had found a longing towards him, a need that was seeded deep inside of her being.
A boy, shaggy black hair, lightly tanned skin-Impressionable in his nature...
He started to notice this magnificent being and desired to hold her-but only dared to glance... Until with the help of another, found his way into having lunch with her; and with the other...
A girl, darkened blue hair, fair skin; gregarious in her nature...
She began to notice this boy; finding only his lack of interest in herself and his interest in another. She chose to help him in his trials, later going as far as allowing him to practice his love towards her opposition with her very own body. Whether this decision was born of her sexual greed or of her inflated sense of self-pity may never be known. The young man only became addicted, wanting more and more, and never wanting to stop...
He never imagined that the first would discover his lustful experimentations; hoping that she wouldn't...
Until the other had come to the realization that it had become so much more than practice: It was a need and a want-it was all that there was. The intoxication that was the young man had blinded her judgment...
She needed him to tell the first that he had moved on to herself. This need was one of many that the young man did not satisfy. Soon, the first who had not been previously informed of the young man's advances towards the other had finally caught on.
She had loved him FIRST. She was supposed to be HIS; and he was destined to be HERS.
After what seemed to be an eternity of hiding, the boy confessed his love to the other; sending the first into a spiral of psychological and physical turmoil...
Life was not worth living without him, not worth the immense effort that every waking moment procured...
One day a young girl finds two lovers enjoying a walk across a bridge suspended above a shimmering stream...
One day a girl comes to the decision that he must only be hers...
The girl slithers towards the two lovers, smiles menacingly, brings the dull serrated edge to the lover's neck, and slides it across her skin:
a moment; just a moment...
Blood spews through a freshly torn wound onto every surrounding surface; dyeing the previously pristine water below a crimson color.
The carcass now lies frozen upon the wooden planks, swimming in its own blood.
A maniacal laugh escapes the remaining woman, herself being the victor:
and the first to love...