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I stroke the white horse I am riding lovingly before getting off.
we are currently at the river, the one called flowing souls. Such an eerie name for a beautiful river.
I move towards the bank, where the hands of the water caress the soft bosom of the land.
I feel the water rush forward and stop just in front of me, kissing the tips of my shoes.
I close my eyes and think of nothing but happiness.
The first time I went hunting with him, my jayjay. The feel of his hands on my body, the fire in his eyes when they roam over my body, that lust, that desire.
The way he laughs, the way he adores me, that is happiness.
Just then, I catch a weak scent of blood in the air. It is appetizing, my stomach churns and makes loud noises, and my legs take off of their own will in search of food.
There's blood everywhere. I am covered in blood. A man lay in front of me pale as ash, his hands clutching his neck, eyes bulged out in terror.
But I feel no guilt, none at all.
My eyes widen In pleasure. JayJay wouldn't approve of it, but this is what we are.
His ideas are Noble, but you can't deny your nature and still be you.
Humans have never denied their nature. They give in to their pleasures and cravings all the time. Animals are slaughtered for their satisfaction, as food. How is that any different from what I have just done?
I lick my fingers, enjoying the scent of the drying blood on them, he was truly a delicacy.
This part of me is a part he will never see, never.


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 After what felt like an eternity, I began to feel it, the cold, but it was just my heart that felt it. The other parts of me became numb, I didn't feel anything or hear anything or see anything, just the cold in my heart and the darkness, the black sea.
I didn't go inside it, I sat at the bank of the sea and listened to the silence of the water. I knew the thoughts of the black sea, I could feel its consciousness, its desires and fears, it feared me, so I sat and watched. Then a lady with white flowing hair approached me, she had on a white wedding dress, she was beautiful. She stood at the mouth of the sea, where the water kissed the land and she beckoned to me, but I didn't see her, I only saw the silence and the black sea.
"you have to accept me in" she says with a cocky voice.
"why"
"why? I am the power, I am the beauty, I am the awakened, you are nothing without me"
"you're wrong" I say, standing up and turning my back to her. I walk a little distance then stop,
"you're nothing but a restless voice who needs me to exist" and I was gone with the wind, back to where I belonged, back to the arms of my loving boyfriend and his best friend.

The Awakening

I toss and turn on the bed unable to sleep, I knew a smile was playing on my lips, my heart was beating in an uneven pattern,' what the heck was I doing to myself imagining all these tales.

He only stopped me from falling, nothing else, well he also called me nice'.

I hugged the pillow closer to my chest, grinning now.

Micheal was beauty personified, and he was nice, very nice, we have never spoken but the little smiles he gave me, and the thank you's he said was enough to reiterate that fact.

I have had a thing for Micheal from the very first day he came to the house on the invitation of Mr Wilson, the Wilson's held there daughter In high esteem so they always tried to give her the best even in there choice of a man. All I knew was that Annie and Micheal attended the same school, he was a Senior while she was a junior. His family were also loaded so it wasn't a surprise that Mr Wilson had succumbed quite easily to his daughter's demand to have Micheal after all her own plots and attempts had failed. Two weeks after Micheal was invited for dinner, Annie had announced that they were madly in love and dating, she would make me listen to tales of how they spent evenings together taking walks or at an exotic restaurant in town. I'll always feel a pang of jealousy and pain which was unlike me, well I had immediately killed thoughts of the young man from my mind, I'll make sure I was occupied in the kitchen or somewhere else when ever he came to visit to avoid seeing him. It had worked well until this miserable evening and now here I was imagining things that will never be.*sigh*

I was tired,I had school in the morning,If I slept now I could catch at least 3hrs of sleep. I turned to my side, determined to sleep now and closed my eyes.

I woke up feeling sad and unwilling,I let out a sigh and began dressing my bed,it was already 15 minutes past 4am,meaning I was 15min behind time. I run to the kitchen to begin my days chores.

I had the same dream again this morning, but it was more intense, there was a lot of love making, it felt so real that between my leg was dripping wet, I stopped my cleaning and slipped my left hand under my night gown, inside my moist pant momentarily forgetting were I was, I was shocked to find out how wet I was from a mere dream.

Who was the boy from the dream, this was the first time he was appearing in any of my dreams.

I let out a soft moan at the same time as I hear something hitting the floor. I immediately turn towards the direction of the noise retracting my hands,'oh Lord, how can I be this stupid and careless, what will the person think? Please let it not be Annie's parents or even Annie, but who else was there.'

I was taken aback when I saw the face of the person staring at me

"Eh, I'm really sorry, I just wanted to make coffee, eh, I'll leave, I'll let you..." Micheal didn't finish, but I saw the blush appear on his face as he turned and hurried out.

' what have I done' I screamed mentally, I have shattered any good impression of me that he must have had, if he had any. 'But what if he mentions it to Annie, I'll be doomed, dear heavens, just take my life now, I beg thee'.

The Past