Quite the kick off fic to start writing back for this fandom, unfortunately, this was the only thing my brain could come up with at 2:5something am - 5am, sorry.

Some warnings/disclaimers before we go in:

[Dead Dove] - Gruesome; Death, blood, mentions of cannibalism

Jake is Absolutely OOC here

My Oc Jezebel (she/her, cis) is the voice that is talking to him.

They're teenagers in this, think 15-16

I think that's it, Oh and if you see this on AO3, It's me I'm just cross-posting it there too. Enjoy! Please leave a review if you can :D!

In a fit of lust, I killed you. The feeling swept away the moment I had to un-lodge the ax from your face for the final time. Your blood poured like a river yet, you were beautiful, brown, and red complemented each other well. Yet I still fell to my knees, pulling your corpse close to me, cradling you. You were still warm, and so was your head. Tenderly, I pressed your gaping wound in my hand, desperately hoping to keep you warm. Yet no matter how hard I tried; your blood kept slipping between the cracks of my fingers.

"I didn't mean it!"

"You did."

"No, n-no I didn't- I didn't mean it-"

"You did. You could have left; you could have used that ax to set her free and escape, but you didn't."

You are getting colder and I'm sure my tears are not helping. Your blood is still moist, but parts of your hair is now dirty, a bright shade of red that is slowly turning to crimson, I'm sure. No matter how much I try to keep in there, it won't stop flowing.

"That look of despair and betrayal on her face… I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful look on her face before. I can see why you all are entranced by her... the choking gasp of shock, her gargled response. A beautiful specimen truly. …and to think..."

She picks up your handcuff, I look down at whatever areas of your hair were still soft instead, even in a dump of a place while stringy with drying blood, it only looked like you in the morning when you'd have bedhead …minus the blood of course.

"You could've stopped after the first hit. You broke the chains when you swung into her face, I'm sure she didn't think her beloved captain would miss, *but* just in case…she was trying to make it easier for you not to miss, how sweet! Too bad, she probably was too ecstatic out of her mind with the thought of you finally being here to save her! That she didn't see your bulge or the lust in your eyes. If you would've stopped at her face. I'm sure she would've had some serious frontal lobe issues and a gnarly forehead scar afterward, but she would be alive…and yet…"

I could hear her grin as she continued, her twisted smile and breath in my ear. Her fingers ripped away my grip on her wound. I made no fight as she did so I, how could I? What could I even say?

Her fingers dug into the laceration, broken bits of flesh and blood were entangled and mushed together within the wound, even so, I could still see some of her brain matter, it was as though a long incision was made within it. She truly was beautiful inside and out.

You lodged it into her pretty deep, I'm a bit jealous you did it so cleanly with an ax too… she usually squirms around so much that it's hard to get a clean line on her.

She took her fingers out of the wound, her index and middle finger now coated with blood. She licked the blood off her middle finger desperately like an animal trying to savor whatever meat remains on an empty bone. A streaky stain of red decorated her teeth when she swept her tongue across them, moaning in delight. I scrunch my face in disgust.

"It's a shame you're here… if you weren't she would have been dinner tonight."

Her unclean finger taps itself against my lips.

"You should have a taste."

Her smile told me I had no choice. Unwillingly, I wrapped my mouth around her finger, it tasted metallic, but it was also a bit sweet and salty? However, I couldn't deny… It was savory. When she drew her finger back out, the tips were very clean.

"Hmhm... and you say you have no desire to be a cannibal, Jake… I think you're a liar."

Rising from her place, she dried her fingers and dusted off her skirt. A malignant smile on her lips as she sauntered her way out of the room but not without saying,

"Now get out. Go bury her in that magic dirt, so we can have some good meat again soon… and maybe we'll even give you some of her as an itty-bitty treat for giving into your desires."

Her cackle echoing as she ascended the stairs. Leaving me and her corpse down here. She wasn't as warm as earlier but there was still something there. Her blood was still moist but only in areas where the blood was the heaviest. Her mouth was still agave and her eyes, their vibrant brown.

I do not dare focus on any of her other features, I do not want to see what I have done, the uncomfortable stickiness from below brought me enough shame in my clarity. And it'll be wrapped up with guilt when I see the white scar that will mar her face when she returns.

At least this time you won't remember your death, Izzy.