"She was beautiful." Even that was an understatement. I wouldn't even know where to begin in describing the grace and complexity that was her own. Her hair was glowing a gorgeous mahogony brown. Its silky smooth texture fell gracefully around her shoulders, framing her face. Her skin was soft and had a matte complextion that could only be maintained with love and care. Her body was so alluring with every curve making an outline that can only be described in that of a shakesperean sonnet where love and lust can only entwined as one. Her hips, her breasts, and the sweet supple legs that carry her seemed like a dream to me. Her voice can only be described as sweet relief like the sound of morning birds when seeing sunlight after a long horrifying night in these desolate woods. It all seemed like an incredibly hazy dream. She seemed surreal and I knew better than to let myself fall under her spell. Even when every fiber of my being screamed and yelled and tortured me to run and never look back, Her lifeless face kept pulling me in. There was no soul to connect with as she had no eyes. Only her twisted smile stretched far across her face from one ear to another. Although sweet was her voice, the tune she sang was of blood, of murder, of taking what wasn't hers because she could or possibly because she needed to feed. I could feel her long ragged and decrepate fingers with her sharpened claws digging into me. It could only be described as a thousand razorblades attached to the end of a stick that kept lifting and dropping with such force into my chest that the pool of blood filling my mouth rose and rose. I could start to see the color red. It filled my vision and ruined the image of her that i tried to take in. I tried to concentrate on the fallen leaves i was laying upon. They were cold and smelled like rotten debris. It was the most humane moment. The only part of this feast that felt real. She looked up at me and I could hear her neck snapping as she twisted her face towards mine. She stopped eating and held what was my stomach in her hands. My blood was smeared across her face and dripped from her long fingers back inside of me. Her sharp teeth had a glimmer from the moonlight. Her smile was menacing. She moved closer to me and each second i couldn't place how I felt. This stunning creature was mine and as clear as she made it I was hers. Complete and absolute. She stopped only inches from my face. The air was silent as a soft breeze moved her hair. She closed her mouth and for a moment i saw the beautiful woman I loved. She placed a gentle kiss on my lips and I could see black blending in with the red and then i could finally hear the screams i had been letting out the whole time. I had no idea they echoed off the dead trees so easily. When i knew that i was in my final moments my last view was of her smile returning and her face coming closer to mine.