cough-cough Welcome to my first attempt at probing the devious evil treacherous cold (et caetera et caetera) mind of... well, you'll just have to read and find out who. ;) Hope you find this interesting, it's just a little something I wrote out of extreme boredom one night, while listening to Cradle of Filth's A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for The Devil's Whore)

Disclaimer: Oh yeah baby, I own FF7! I own Squeenix! I OWN YOU MUAHAHA! (Neah, just kidding, I don't. I don't even own my sorry little twisted brain anymore... I had to sell it for food a couple of days ago :P)

It smells of blood. Pure, fresh blood. I take the scent in, to never forget it again. It's still warm, pulsating with life, as it spreads its fiery wings onto the sheets… I stretch my hand and feel its damp softness against my fingers. Such a wonderful taste…

The kill was swift and painless, I was sure. It would have been such a shame for her to suffer. After all, she gave me all she had. Beautiful one. Painfully beautiful. Deep black velvet eyes, as dark as the night, milk-like skin and black tresses of silky hair so long that they reached her tiny ankles… Too bad I get bored so quickly.

Well, she had served her purpose. Besides, red suited her porcelain skin perfectly. I had given my little angel a pair of wings tonight. More that enough for one such as her.

I wish she were alive, so I could kill her again, and again, and again… To see her lying naked in my bed, perfect face adorned by her long hair, still flushed with passion, whispering my name in a gentle prayer… To hear her beautiful haunting scream, not of pain but of disbelief as I let my sword taste her the same way that I did time and time again… Straight through her heart. No, my heart. It belonged to me now. Mine, all mine.

I press my lips on hers for the last time… Damn, already cold… I pull away from her lifeless form and turn my eyes towards the window. The clouds are drawing near, wrapping their heavy fingers around the waning moon. Such a poetic night. I couldn't have chosen a better moment to cut the strings that little whore had tied around my neck.

The bitch almost had me fooled. Almost. Did she think for one moment that she was more than a simple doll that adorned my sheets? Did she want to be more than that? Did she actually think I… cared? I don't. I never did. Never will. It's too much of a burden to carry a soul with you.

Beautiful doll-faced whore. I burst into laughter as I turn my gaze towards her face. At least she should get a final farewell gift.

The roses were perfect. Crimson red as her blood, I covered her raven hair, her round breasts, her slender legs, her tiny feet and hands, I covered all of her in petals. Red roses for the Devil's whore.

I look at her one last time, before I pull Masamune out of her porcelain chest and sheathe it carefully. Doll got the most exquisite end one could crave for. I almost regret it. Almost.

Huh! looks back proud and grinning So that was it... hope you all enjoyed it! (if you're as twisted as yours truly I'm sure you did! hehe)