The clock's ticking, hypnotic. Tick tick, as I lie here in your bed, staring at the ceiling.
White, endless white. Yet full of patterns, different patterns I try to follow with my eyes as I see you leave the bed.
Smoke, the smell of smoke. It always surrounds you, that smell. Strong, bold, toxic, addicting. Just like you.
Then sweet, the sweet smell of tulips. Gentle, calming, smooth. Also, like you.
Your body, perfectly sculptured. Like that of a Greek statue, sleek, smooth.
"Sleep." You say, your voice cold, low, dark. Still somehow comforting to my ears.
You look over at me. Beautiful eyes, clear green, warm. Just like the forests, reminding me of past. Maybe this is why I love your eyes, adore them.
I sit up with a small smile. An idea. You look at me with a questioning look.
Cute. Like your rabbit.
"Come here…"
I beckon you to come over. And you do.
How obedient. Unlike you.
I cup your face in my hands, smiling at you as I look into your beautiful eyes.
Mine.
You close your eyes. How sad. I want to see them.
Running my thumbs over your eyelids, I feel your soft eyelashes. Oddly long. Feminine.
You'd sulk if I told you that, would you not?
I ask you to open your eyes, and you do. Perfect.
And when I begin to press my fingers in, you don't edge away, don't flinch. Just accepting it. Looking uncomfortable though. Understandable.
Such a sick relationship we have. Painplay. Blood, cannibalism, sometimes never for the sake of sexual pleasure.
Just fun. A hidden side of me, enjoying this. Shameful, really. I'd never admit loving it, to anyone.
Except for you.
Eyes bleeding. Beautiful, bloody tears staining your face. I lick them away.
Sweet, delicious. But I will not be greedy this time. I won't play a vampire, you are the vampire.
The eyes pop out. How fun to see. Dangling back and forth, the… Ah, cranial nerve still stuck.
Poke. It rolls away, and back. You wince. But you still try to keep a straight face.
Admirable.
I yank them out. Finally, a sound. A grunt.
How far can I push you, until I make you scream?
… That's for another time.
I kiss you. Such soft lips, smooth. Leaves a sweet taste in my mouth.
Standing up, I walk over to your locked cabinet. Our secrets are in there.
I take out your key, knowing exactly where you hid it. You never told me, but I always knew where it was.
Too predictable.
Open it. Such a beautiful collection.
A lock of our hair, our hearts still beating. Flowers, withering. Hands, trembling. Brains, delicious zombie fodder.
A jar, with my eyes. Beside it, a second jar, filled with a clear liquid.
I open it, put your eyes there. Step back, look with a satisfied smile. A small collection, but it is getting bigger.
Look back at you. You smile, I back at you.
Holding you close, feeling your heart beating. So warm.
This all, so sick. But for us, a wonderful game. A simple game, of love and curiosity.