You'd Let Him Kill You
He possesses a strange integrity, one that keeps his mouth closed and his teeth gritted. His charm outweighs all else about him but keeps him quiet and beautiful. His probity and kindness is overwhelming and his appearance is outstanding. Yet he is strangely predatory, when he stares at you he's not looking at your figure but as he stares his tongue strokes the top of his mouth and caresses his lips. You'd let him kill you.
"He's special that one," says your friend Elaine, she looks at him as he walks past you, her eyes trailing away with him. You smile at her and laugh a little as she comes back to face you.
"Yeah, he is..." you say and take your place at the cafeteria table. He watches from his spot across the room, his eyes are smouldering with a strange kind of hunger. You wonder why he's not eating the pizza special that the canteen lady cooked specially for all of you. His stare is completely focused on you and you feel a small, electric pang in your heart. You blush and he smiles at you but he is not fixated on your eyes but your neck. He gets up from his table and begins to walk towards you. His black hair flops a little over one eye, forming a stark contrast between his dark hair and ivory skin. He sits down at your table; you look at Elaine and giggle quietly. You notice his unnaturally crimson eyes but you think it must be the light.
"Sophie, would you like to meet with me after school this afternoon?" He asks you, his tone is so shockingly formal and his voice is rich like chocolate.
"Sure thing," is all you manage to stutter out. You’re blushing more than ever now and he hugs you gently but you know he's sussing out your neck.
That afternoon he's standing out the front of your Latin class, "salve," he greets you and you laugh. He wraps his arms around you to shield you from the cold and you walk along with him. You walk out of the school and past the hundreds of students making their way to buses, trains or cars. You head for the train station. You barley utter a word to him, you're all too pleased that you managed to get together with this gorgeous guy. He leads you round the back of the train station, his hands are as cold as ice and yet you hold onto them as tight as you can. He leans in to kiss you, his hands grab your waist and you place your arms around his neck. His head leans gently against your neck and suddenly there is a small prick and he is drawing your life away. Your blood is rushing out of your body and you feel the odd sensation of a balloon deflating. He throws your body into a dumpster. You are empty, surrounded by food scraps and old magazines.
You let him kill you.
