Lies
Why? Why didn't I kill her when I had the chance? I should have done it. I had the perfect opportunity, and I let it pass me by. Late last night, I entered her room, not knowing what I was doing there. It was as if I had been led there by some invisible force, and I was unable to stop it. I watched her sleep in the shadows, waiting to see how long it would take before she realized I was there...not long. She stirred, and I knew she could sense my presence. She whispered my name, and I stepped out of the shadows.
I approached her bed and sat down beside her. She looked surprised, to say the least, and I couldn't say I blamed her. "Calm down pet. Fear doesn't suit you. Believe me, you'd know of I was going to kill you." I assured her. I reached down and touched her face gently, enjoying the confusion evident in her eyes. I leaned closer to her, not at all surprised when she pulled away. "It's not proper," was all she said. I laughed softly at this. Of all the things to be worried about, she was worried about her reputation? "Tell me, my pet, what does it matter?" I whispered softly, my lips dangerously close to her neck. I turned her to me and kissed her roughly. It was enough. She wrapped her arms around me and I pushed her back down on the bed, laughing inwardly when she pulled away suddenly. No doubt she had felt the cold blade of my knife against her chest.
She looked up at me, and I smiled, never expecting what she would do next. She took my wrist in her hand and pressed the blade to her. The sight of her blood...was more than I could take. Her blood was perfect, the perfect shade of crimson. I put my lips down to the stream of blood, kissing her, biting her, wanting to taste more. She ran her slim white fingers through my hair and soon her hands were at my waist. I pulled her hands away and placed the blade in her hand again.
"Cut," I instructed. To my surprise, she did as I asked. I leaned down to her and reveled in the sweet taste of her blood yet again. As I did so, she reached up, pulling me closer, her hands at my waist once more. I held her wrists, and she looked at me, the longing clear in her eyes. "I want you," she whispered, "Let me taste your skin." I marveled at her bravery. "Soon, my love," I lied. She held the blade in her hand, pleading with her voice: "Now. I'll do anything. Every drop of my blood is yours. Please." I considered it for a moment. Not even her blood could make me want her. I took the knife from her hand and stood. "Not even your blood can make me want you." I said, walking away and shutting the door behind me. I should have killed her when I had the chance...Damn.