It stalks its prey, under the cover of the blackness. No light can reach where it dwells, no sound can be heard except the sound of the immense amount of pressure building up the further it goes down under. It strikes. The blood that seeps from the now gaping gash pools around turn crystal into ruby. Magnificent. So much beauty in the way it attacked, the way the sharp teeth cut through all those layers of fat, muscle, and all of the in between. It reminds me of how the scalpel in my hand slices through whichever subject that lays on the cold slab of metal before me.
Yes, one could compare the way a shark attacks its prey to how I examine mine. Tiger, bull, whites, they all fascinate me, to an extent that is. Razor sharp teeth digging into flesh, a scalpel puncturing skin. We're not so different when it comes down to it. The once white sleeve of my lab coat is now soaked to my elbows with deliciously red blood. Hmm, an idea, taking the scalpel and slightly turning it one way the viciously the other, small imperfect jagged zig zags dot his side making a pattern of a bite. How lovely... The slight pink hues of his insides start to flow out, much like the outcome of a bite. Should I put them back in, or leave them?
No, something better, like the predator that so much resembles me I stick my face inside, down deep into the insides of a man that I once might have knew. The metallic scent of his blood drive my senses over the edge with pleasure. The fresh taste of blood filling my mouth with pleasure that one never knew they could know. Baring my teeth into the purple of his intestines I draw my head back, fast, causing the stitched walls to become paint spattered, not that this was new. They way fresh raw organs, grounded up and sliding down my throat felt, caused giggles to bubble out. At first low key almost a rumbling of the chest, then as the blood trickled down my throat and blurred my vision with its thickness they turned to loud body wrenching laughs of hysteria.
So much pleasure from a quick dip, more, I want more, the taste, the feel, the sensation it drive through me. With more force than necessary I drove my face in again, and again, and again. I can feel it now, dripping down the corners of my mouth down the front of my throat, onto the multiple shirts stitched together to create the one now. The thoughts of one of my past students finding me this way gave me a sudden urge to dig down deeper. Searching around causing some of the precious red blood to spill over the side I reached what I was looking for. The heart. The pumping essences of life. I could imagine the way it would taste bared between my teeth. Being ripped from its protective shell and pouring life right into my mouth. Then I did just that. Making a sound so wonderful , so lovely, so delicious. The way my teeth cut through it was just like the way a my predator would do to.
************************************************************************************************* Well, its that time again... Shark Week :D and it inspired me to write this.
Disclaimer: Soul Eater doesn't belong to us and neither does shark week and same with Stein.
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Later ~ Suzann