Title: Death of a Poet
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Prompt: pride
Characters: William, Drusilla
Date written: June 30, 2008, for LJ community open on sunday
The bite takes him, striking hard, scattering his thoughts like startled pigeons. Rhyme, I need a rhyme for... He bleeds, devoured, clutching at words.
Mother. Oh, it hurts! Cecily. This cannot be real. Quickly, think, a rhyme for pride...
Terror and pleasure, as the poet falls beneath the woman - the creature - oh good lord, her hands, her teeth...
Hide. Slide. Cried.
Blood flowing, heart slowing, all love and memory ossifying within.
Tried. Denied.
"Drink from me," she croons, guiding his mouth.
You took my pride
So I ran outside
And then I died.
So simple, in the end. He drinks.