Hello! This is Downri9htDirty. Sooo, this is my first story that I'm putting up. This will, like the title says only contain short stories of various natures, there isn't a theme, it's just whatever pops into my messed up head. I will be rating the story as mature cause most of my works will probably be messed up. Might put some poetry on too, but whatever. If you like leave a review, vulgarity and trash talk will be ignored. I don't care if you don't like it, that's on you. And yes I know it's not really fanfic kind of stuff, stow it! Anyway, I hope people enjoy!

Insanity

Caution: Story content may be disturbing to some readers! Read at your own risk!

We stood in the kitchen, black tile cold on my feet. I stared down at her, and she was forced to stare back up as I stood a head taller than her. There was hope in her blue eyes that I would understand, but what was there to understand?! Her ex-boyfriend had almost defiled her. Her! She, whom swore herself to me and I to her. She, whom almost gave into the lust and desire that I didn't ignite. Possessive, she always called me. Yes, but the loyalty I desired was much more. Eternal loyalty. My hands brushed against her pale cheek, and she leaned into it.

Desire.

Her eyes closed.

A shuddering breath.

Her moan of pleasure as I ran my hand through her silky, blonde hair.

The decision.

I fisted the hair I had been brushing and yanked back. A startled yelp escaped her mouth before it was covered by my own.

One last memory.

I poured everything in and came back empty. I had hoped that would prevent it, but it wasn't enough. Tears gathered as anger swelled. Half lidded eyes stare at me. "I love you." Her mouth moved.

"I know." Mine moved back. A tear fell onto her cheek. My lips and jaw trembled. Another breath and my hands moved to her neck. The one I used to shower with kisses. They clenched, slowly putting more pressure. Our bodies fell to the ground, and I straddled her. I squeezed harder. Her breathing became laboured, but her beautiful eyes showed no pain. I let loose a small, choked sob that became louder as I searched them. They showed pity. Pity! Why pity?! And… Love? I closed my eyes, a stream of tears were pushed out, down my face and onto her's. I didn't and couldn't bear to see that change to hate. My last memory of her living, to be love.

Slowing, rhythmic pulse.

Soft flesh touched my cheek, slowly rubbing down to my chin then dropping with a limp thud to the dark tile. The stream became a river. My twitching fingers still wrapped around the now bruised neck, I tilted my head back and released a choked roar. I leaned down, breathing heavily, till my tear soaked face touched her's. Eyes opened to see a soft smile and the faded look in her eyes of love and acceptance. Even now she loved me. It started softly, a shoulder shaking chuckle turned into a maddened laugh with small hiccups mixed in. I took one last look.

I needed my revenge. The arctic, blazing fury welled up, and I stood. I stood and lunged to the kitchen drawers for a knife. Her favorite knife. The one she always used to make me food when I asked. My hands gripped the blade, steel cutting into my sin covered hands. Twisting the blade, cutting myself further and then gripping the handle. I turned to leave, yet before I left, I knelt next to her. I pulled out a small dark box and placed it on her chest, right over her heart. A kiss on her cooling lips, before I left. "Till Death do us part." I quoted as I walked into the dusk, "But Death will give us eternity."

Here another murder, but one that I would savour. Crouched beneath the windowsill I peeked over the edge and watched the demon sleep. A demon who slept peacefully. A demon who tried to take what was mine, but gave me her soul, a soul I would never let go. Her knife dug into the wall, and I climbed slowly in, not caring about the noise I was making. I glanced at him as my feet thumped onto his carpet, crossing the rest of the room to his bed. I lifted the knife, such waste, a thing of beautiful creation used to kill, and as I stood beside the monster. The knife fell.

My arms crossed my chest in white cloth. Several buckles were tightened. I laughed as they dragged me away leaving a bloody trail from the heels of my shoes. I had my revenge, but I could still see ethereal, pity-filled blue eyes. Sinking deeper and deeper into madness till they were left with only sadness. Though, I saw them later, filled with happiness as we watch the nurses drag my body away.

And all it took was death to be cleansed.