Crimson splashes on the sheets, silent tears screaming to get out, oh how I long for a savior. Pale streaks of light, break the darkness of this empty room, a beacon to what I cannot have. Happiness, love and freedom are not mine to grasp, only humans are allowed those things. "Mother, why do you hate me? What have I ever done to deserve such cruel treatment? I am but a child, broken and battered, my innocence stolen from me long ago…" Why the frightened face mother? Why are you crying? As I slowly walked towards my mother, my distorted face lit by the pale moonlight, mother began to tremble and quake, as if she was seeing a monster. "Don't cry Mother, it's ok I still love you" Slowly gliding my bloody claws against her face, trying to soothe the pile of filth that lie before me, I'd ever so gently cut into her face, carving a heart to show her my love for her. "Do you smell that Mother? That is the scent of impurity, of vengeance, of your funeral, My Dearest Okaa-san. Tee Hee, Oh my Jashin, did you just wet yourself? How unsightly…" slowly my claws would move to her neck and lightly grip her elegant, tanned throat and I'd squeeze lightly, my other hand moving to one of her supple teats, the claws slowly moving in circles around her nipple. Gracefully, I'd tear her top off, revealing the sumptuous orbs, a gleeful expression upon my face. "Your heart is located under this breast, I could easily end your life right now, but I'd prefer a much more…fulfilling death for you" softly the chain around my neck would shimmer in the light, it almost glowing against my tattered clothing. Seeing her eyes drawn to it, I'd chuckle, the noise echoing throughout the empty house. Sliding my free hand over to my thigh, I'd pull out the small kitchen knife that lie implanted into my flesh, and slowly yank it out, bringing the blade to my lips and cleaning my blood off of it. The mirror just outside the room, reflected a most grotesque form, my good serpentine purple eye seeing quite easily in the dark. Blood would drip from my right eye, now ruined thanks to this very utensil. I would smile at my Mother, revealing an entire row of razor sharp fangs, a striking contrast to my otherwise innocent appearance. "Why don't you love me mother? All I've ever done was love and forgive you." A quick motion and the blade would cut into her chest, those soft orbs slowly leaking blood onto the floor. A quick motion would bring my lips to hers, as I'd drain the life out of her to fill my own famished stomach. I'd watch as her eyes dulled, and would pull away just before she would die. "No, no, Mother no dying yet you must die the same way you killed my best friend…" Pressing the knife against her neck, I'd slash across it, imitating the killing motion she had done to my best and only friend, Lily, my pet cat. A sickening grin upon my face, I'd watch as my mother faded away, eventually breaking into a fit of laughter. "I'm…free…finally…free…"