Hello friendly denizens of the internet! This is my first fanfic, so I'm sorry, but I write dark themes better. And what better anime to do so with other than Tokyo ghoul! Enjoy!

May,12,2017

Bliss.

Pain.

Bliss.

They go hand in hand for me now. It's hard to believe that two days ago I was just hanging out with friends, eating actual food. But no more.

I crouched in the small alleyway, jacket and jeans soaked with blood, eating a severed hand. The feel of the blood on me should have terrified and disgusted me, but it didn't, it made me more ravenous.

Suddenly I stiffened, I could smell someone coming down the alleyway. I quickly stood, my chain belt clinking, and pulled my scarf over my mouth and nose. I ran three steps, and I was stopped cold.

"Glen?"

God, no. Not her. Not my princess.

may,10,2017

I ran, feeling my legs weaken, and my vision blur.

"Where are you going so soon, my sweet little entree?"

I desperately swerved through deserted streets and alleyways, but I could still hear the quiet rustling of her extra arms. Extra arms! She half disembowelled me with her bare hand, then sprouts four huge redish black tentacles from her back. I still didn't understand what was going on, but I think I've found out why ghouls are so hard to find. Suddenly my legs gave way.

"That's it, now wait there for me"

I felt a new jolt of fear and started dragging myself forward. I found shelter in a discarded crate. My vision suddenly flared bright, then fuzzed out again.

"It's such a shame it had to be this way. I hardly think this fair for you. You see, I can hear your bated breath, like the breath of a lover. I can smell the fear dripping from your pores, sweet yet tangy. And most of all, I can nearly taste your delectable blood, savoury and earthy.

As I sat, my senses fading, hearing her draw closer, I decided I wouldn't go down without a fight. So I drew my switchblade and popped it open.

"Yessss... your blood cries to me... it's mine!"

She swooped down from above, dress flapping like she was a demonic angel.

I took a wild swing with my knife and managed to dig a deep gash across both her eyes. I left the knife sticking out from her right eye, and she began screeching and wailing. The sound curdled my blood, and with the last of my strength I ran.

"You miserable welp,you'll pay for that!"

Little did I know, a well fed ghoul like her could heal from a wound like that in seconds. A sudden feeling of weightlessness took over, and I realized I was fifteen feet from the ground. And from my gut, there protruded a reddish black tentacle, like a nightmare mockery of a flower.

"I'm not one to commit, but tonight I'll be with you for the rest of your life."

And I felt no more...

may,12,2017

"Oh my god, Glen."

I turned, "there is no god, Sarah, if there was, I wouldn't be a monster." She just stared, plain fear on her face. I was also terrified, but not for the same reasons as her. I was terrified of myself. Especially because the smell of her fear wasalmost
/intoxicating, and I found myself wanting to know what her blood tasted like.

"I'm so sorry, Glen."

I was confused, until two heavily armed police officers stepped around the corner, guns raised. I sighed and stepped forward, pulling my scarf away from my face. Their screamswere heard by only Sarah and I.

Bliss.

Pain.

I feel they go hand in hand, though the two officers might beg to differ. It was their own fatal mistake, for they didn't seem to realize that there were driving forces stronger than love, rage, or pure will.

That was nothing...

...Nothing compared to hunger.

So, tell me what you think! Leave a review, criticize, whatever, but give me feedback!

Well, I'll probably update on Monday, maybe earlier, so till then. :3