Part 2
He says I'm delicate and I deserve the world. Funny how a mass-murdering serial killer like me can be hearing those words from another mouth.
I can only wander along the line of fact and fiction; Reality and dream.
I find myself sat beside him in my bed, his naturally coloured fingers entwined with my ivory ones. It has been a long time since I felt this hold.
"You're so cute" He says, but I do not believe it. Who would consider a frail, red eyed fakery cute?
"I am not" I protest, heat rising to my cheeks. I cannot fully comprehend my body's actions.
"Yes, you are. You're adorable, my angel" Again, the name he has spoken. Angel. Every time I hear it, my heart beats faster. Matt runs his fingertips over my lips. The very same lips that he had captured once before.
"Why me?" I inquire. I am very sure there are hundreds of others he could have chosen to be with, but why me? Why am I so different? Surely I am just like them, whores and sluts of the trade.
"Because you're special…" I feel his lips on mine again and I return the kiss wilfully. I never want this to end. His affection turns more passionate, his tongue slipping into my cave-like mouth. A sound escapes my lips; A sound I am not familiar with, but I know it is one of pleasure. My fingers wrap into his ruby hair, his arms around my skeletal waist. He suddenly pulls away. Another sound escapes my mouth, the whimper of a displeased animal.
"Why did you stop…?" I ask, unknown as to why my voice is emptier.
"Your body…" Something on my upper body moves away. I realise he has taken off my shirt, leaving my chest exposed. "It's so thin…"
"I can't help it" I say. Why is he so bothered about my body? I suddenly whimper again. "Am I disappointing you?" Why have I asked that? Why am I saying these things?
"No, my angel. I'm just worried. I care about you" Lips are on mine again, but with a more concerned approach.
Right now, I am very vexed. His feelings for me are undeniable, but also quite peculiar. Why would he fall for someone like me? I am a killer; The lowest on the social ladder. I belong in dirty cat-houses with women who have to endure all night intercourse for money.
But to him, I am a demi-god. Why?
"Why am I important to you?" I ask. He looks at me with a serious stare.
"Because, Beyond Birthday," He moves his mouth to my earlobe and lightly nibbles on it, causing a low moan to escape my cavern. "I am in love with you.."
"For how long...?"
"Since we met, my darling…" pools of heat rise to my face.
"I… I loved you since then, too…"