Glee overwhelmed me, she would be here soon. My prey finally coming to me; her name was on my list for a while now and nothing could stop me. The family she once clung to were gone, nothing but ash in the ground. Pounds of dirt coving their rotting corpses, oh how those images fascinate me. Maggots crawling over the rotting flesh as it slowly decays. Features deforming every passing day, organs shriveling up into nothing, I loved the way it was.
The image itself gave me joy much more than the blood that would soon be cascading down the perfect pale skin of my prey. I could see it already; those emerald orbs reflecting fear as my scythe cut through her flawless skin. Blood gushing out of the clean wound; blood something I could never get enough of. Every nerve in her body twitching, feeling the agonizing pain as death came closer to her. Her eyes glazing over as death takes her.
People dying would always fascinate me and nothing could change that. Why do you think I became a undertaker? Dissecting bugs is one thing and gets boring easily, but dissecting humans; now that's something that could never be boring in my mind.
Death, something that my prey would soon experience, the fascinating thing that everyone fears; the end of their long life. The black curtain finally falling on those chosen to do so, something that would never come for me.
"Hello, Undertaker, are you in here?" I heard her sweet voice calling.
In moments that voice would be screaming, screeching out of sheer pain something I couldn't wait to here.
"Right here," I answered, my Cheshire grin plastered on my face.
"Umm, what exactly was it you called me for?" she was weary of me I knew that for sure.
"Come with me and I'll show you," I whispered before turning and heading to the back room.
Coffins lined the walls as bodies lay on the wooden tables waiting in line for their turn to meet their new resting places. A dark cloud seemed to set the mood amongst the room.
"Now my dear, the reason you are here," I started, my grin growing even more.
I saw fear flash in her eyes as she took a step backwards attempting to escape.
"Now, now, there's no reason to be alarmed," I whispered in her ear as I now stood behind her.
She jerked around trying to keep distance between us.
"My dear, it's time you went to meet your father again." A cackle rumbled off my vocal cords.
Her emerald eyes darted around the room searching for an escape, to no avail. I stepped closer, the heel of my shoe taping against the floor. My scythe clutched firmly in my long fingers. Slowly I approached her, the taps of my heels echoing through the room; I could feel the fear in the air. My adrenaline skyrocketed as the suspense filled me. My desire for death overwhelmed me and I lunged at her, the edge of my scythe stabbing through her soft skin. Gorgeous, red blood dribbled from the cut. As I pushed the blade slowly into her, extending the moment even longer, more crimson blood spilled from her round veins as organs were cut and blood gushed out inside her before finally reaching the open wound.
Her emerald eyes glazed over with pain. Her features screamed the pain her voice refused to. Pale skin grew paler as I watched her life span and made my final judgment. Roughly I pulled the blade up cutting her lungs and diaphragm and she toppled to the ground in a heap of agony.
Blood stained the stone floor as every last drop fell from her lifeless body. She was beautiful in death as death was beautiful in itself.