She is Mine!

Souta. My name.

I would have forsaken it too with my last name, but I don't care much about it. It doesn't bother me enough to bother with trying to sort out some other thing people might call me. They call me many things. Monster. Demon. Scum. My favorite one is murderer, but in our realm... Our side of the world, that is normal. I believe people are just dramatic.

Then there is her. The cute bloody red eyes, the flaring temper that bristles up at the first notion of rejection and the white eyelashes, brows, and hair that make her look pure. She could practically blend in with snow.

Oh, I desire her so. I covet her! I want to squeeze her cheeks in my palms, but I find myself pressing my fingers in tightly till she cries. I was to kiss her lips, but my teeth are sinking into her flesh, tearing in for a taste - a bite - as she makes me wanton for treats, but I think her flesh is all the better.

No, sweet Julie of mine.

Sweet.

Sweet Julie.

Silly, foolish girl.

Promising me her eternity.

She is my possession.

Mine to covet, mine for all time until the end of time.

If only she didn't run. Why did he have to try to escape me?

I found her first again, nearly eighty years later. Beautiful. Pristine. Her womanly body so different now to that of her more girlish figure when we first met. Yes. Mine again! My thoughts were rampant, hungry and desired to feast on the thing that I had not held in so long. I thought I might squeeze her tighter when I caught her first as she tried to run away till she cried. I thought her bones were about to pop!

The blubbered moan, the whine of pain and then her hands gripping my arms that tightened around her waist till she was coughing and sputtering, gagging and choking while banging on my arms.

"Let me go!"

Oh, the terror in her voice. Sheer, unadulterated terror.

My Hunger thrumming wildly within me, screaming at me to chain her up. To shackle her and keep her safe so she could not get away again. But I let her go, knowing she was all too cute and too beautiful when I gave into the chase.

The long flow of wavy white bouncing, the desperate pants and labored breathes as she willed herself to run faster, nearly breaking her ankle as she flung herself down the steps. Oh, but I chased. I chased on. I was walking here, sometimes there, running at other times and laughing as she ran from me. It was a joy to my ears. I adored it so.

Please, run for me more dear, sweet Julianna.

Oh, won't you be mine?

I could squeeze you till you stop breathing.

I know you'd come back to life again.

I know that kind of death is only temporary.

Yes.

Oh, beautiful, sweet, alluring Julie.

You are mine.