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Pain. It was all I knew. A burning inside me. At all times I felt close to passing out, but I never did. Why couldn't I? Anything would be better than this fire. I was hoping for death.

I could see nothing. My vision was dark. I thought I felt pressure leave my body, I guess it was just me going numb to everything but the pain.

Please, let death make this stop.

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I wasn't sure what I was doing. Time seemed to be frozen. I was frozen. But her screams pressed on. Her body writhed, and I was lost. Incapable of doing anything.

I was never really sure. At times I felt myself lean in, taste her. At others all I could do was watch her scream. Two sides of me were ripping me in different directions. It was a battle of strength. Of will. Of love and desire.

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Fire, burning, pain. Hopes for death. I knew I was screaming. I didn't know how to stop.

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What was I doing? The one I loved, the one I was meant to protect, lay beneath me screaming in the pain I caused. What human would cause such horror?

But I wasn't human. I was a monster. I had to get away. I was never in control. The world deserved my existence to end. I deserved to suffer because of all I have caused for eternity.

I ran then. I knew not where I was going. I was blind to my surroundings. Only instinct kept me from hitting everything in my path. The only thing I could hear was her screaming. I had to get away.

All I could see was her blood. Dark against her paling skin. So sweet, so Fulfilling.

No! I caused her death. Her in life was so much sweeter. Her warmth so much more fulfilling.

But was it? Was it really? I could go back. Keep all that, which I desired, from going to waste.

I ran harder, faster. The beast in me was strong, perhaps too strong. I just hoped, for all, the man in me was stronger.