They've come to find you, Odalisque.
As the light dies, horribly.
On a fire escape, you walk.
All rare, and resolved to drop...
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The police reports said that he had died.
A small, twisted smirk settled at his lips as he watched people mill into the subway; their names and dates of death all floated eerily above their heads.
Some would die tonight, others fifty years from now.
He lumbered gracelessly into the train and sat down with a plop. His red eyes swiveled over meaningless faces, and over the names he took no interest in viewing.
He noticed several pointedly staring at him, from the way he sat to the unruly mess of raven hair on the top of his head. His ruffled white shirt was stained from the various jams that he ate, and also there were definite splotches of dried blood from the two surveillance guards.
B flashed the people who were staring a wide, almost threatening grin.
The thin red pocket knife in his back pocket thudded softly up against a man's briefcase; B seemed not to take notice.
The skin throbbed around his eyes, and B winced only slightly to show his discomfort. The many skin graphs that had taken care of the burnt flesh still stung even though it was six months later.
He pretended to inspect the dried blood under his finger nails.
What was he going to do about L? His beloved had committed something indescribable and knew the actions B was going to have to take…Though, two years was a long time to be alone. B smirked at this.
He remembered when L had come all the way from Winchester to America just to see him. He remembered watching his love alone, quietly typing away at the large computer that had rested on the hotel's floor.
B especially remembered wanting so desperately to wrap his hands around the graceful curve of L's neck, and watch his love squirm and gasp for air.
A hadn't loved L the way B did, and that was why A had killed himself. B loved L enough to kill for him. And then, the bastard repaid B's love by being with ANOTHER?!
He lifted a ragged, bloody fingernail between his sharp teeth; B nibbled savagely at the dead skin. He didn't stop until the metallic tang of blood invaded his mouth.
"Do you need help?" The man with the brief case tensely asked, and glanced at the crimson bead that slid down B's pale, girlish looking wrist.
B popped his finger out of his mouth, glanced at the man's life-span and grinned cruelly. "You have no clue…"
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Lay your belly under mine
Naked under me, under me...
Such a filthy dimming shine
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream.
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I am SO excited! This November, my mother and I are going to go see The Decmeberists LIVE! We're going to Philadelphia, and the venue is called "The Electric Factory". I cannot wait.
Anyway, I hope you guys liked this. This was originally supposed to be part two for "The Tain", but at the time, I didn't like the way it sounded. Now, it is part three.
Oh, B…why are you so fun to write?
Please review!