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Ever cast onto the memories of her forgotten childhood, how had she evolved into this hideous beast? The child with the touch of death within her fingertips, and one mind driven to kill, nothing else mattered, nothing else seemed to have validity. Angelic frowned, standing in the shadows under a porch of an old brownstone. Her torn and soiled nightgown moved as small gust of wind encircled her, the intricate lace work that surrounded her slender white neck was stained red with her ritual. The silver crescent moon glistened as it hung within the blood work, the brand for which she proclaimed to her dark lord.
Her purple lips parted, ”Desmond…………..Let me touch you, I cry deeply for you in desperation.” She whispered gently as the wind caught her words and carried them forward………….Searching.
She glided along the gray concrete, the tips of her naked toes dragging along the rough surface. The night air seemed stagnant with a trailing of smoke from her burn offerings, she moved as if guided by unseen arms, her dark eyes looking forward, eyebrows furrowed with intensity…………She felt that he was near.
” For Christ sake child what are you doing out here on the streets at this hour?”
The ugly man harkened as he approached Angelic, his little black poodle yapped at the end of a small pink leash, then cowered between her master’s feet. Little white teeth snapped. She stopped, but still levitated a half-inch above the concrete. Her dark eyes looked up at the stranger with a doleful expression, as if she were a lost child in the big city…….
”What in the hell………Fuck.”He fell back in shock as he noticed her levitating in her blood stained nightgown, Her tangled hair flew back as another gust of wind moved through the street………..But this time her pale face with dark eyes looked into his, the dark eyes of pure evil, she tore the leash for his shaking hand, still attached to the poodle and tied it around his neck tightly as she spread eagled on his large chest, she put her distorted face close to his……..
”What mister, you wanna fuck me………..Is that it.”
She pulled at the leashed around his throat again as he started to lose consciousness.
”Don’t leave me mister………I haven’t had a good cum yet!” She snickered.
”And I have not yet given you your dark surprise……..”
She ran her cold hand along his chest and ripped the fabric of his shirt to expose his hairy chest, and then drove her hand deep between his ribs and removed his still beating heart. The pulmonary artery and aorta still clung to the bloody muscle, she tore them apart with her sharp teeth and held the heart up high into the air…………Then forced it down the strangers gaping mouth.
She hovered along the asphalt as the man jerked in his last death throws………
The poodle’s high-pitched bark was all that pierced the still night as it struggled to free itself from the leash, and the pool of blood.
Angelic did not look back………….
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