On a swing.
So free and innocent.
Blood rushing through her body.
Shining, glowing.
She couldn't be older then ten years of age.
So young.
No more.
Just a blink of the eye and she was gone.
I took her, her life.
Why?
Because I could, I was thirsty, I wanted, no, needed her blood.
So sweet. So satisfying.
But I didn't.
There she was, still on the swing set.
Glowing, breathing.
Untouched.
It's there, my blood lust, my demon. I feel it.
Don't let it out
Just a little one-shot of darkness.
Hope you liked it ;)
Please tell me what you think of it.
-Barbara