[Blood and Chocolate on my Fangs]: 253.Suicide, pain, and a broken heart

       She lays behind the park bench, her head on the root of a nearby tree. Tears stain her face as she stares into the black night. So broken, like never before, she
lays there lost in her mind. He ravaged her and left her. Why did he do this. But these aren't her thoughts. All she can see is the black where a glimmer of light, of hope
once shown. It was snuffed out all because she followed the shadow man. Maybe it was his brooding appearence...maybe it was his aura...maybe it was a freaky spell.

       Whatever it was...she can never come back. All she can do is lay there and stare.
   ~*~*~


The breeze carries the scent of perfume to him. He looks around but sees no one. He sits on his usual bench. Nothing interesting ever happens on his walks.
The same routine every night.

The scent comes to him again. This time he can place the direction behind him. He turns and to his shock he sees a girl laying across the grass. She seems

dead and he almost gets sick but then he notices that she looks more alive then dead. Her skin flushed from the cold, that's when he notices that her clothes are mussled
and her panties are lying near her feet.

He stands up frantic to decide what needs to be done. She is lying there needing help that much is true. Should he involve the police. He decides to walk to
her side and see if she will talk to him.

"Miss....excuse me miss...are you going to be okay??...Miss...hello?" He tries waving his hand in front of her face and gets no reaction. She is breathing, but she
seems dead. He decides to take her somewhere safer. Crouching down he lifts her into his arms. She isn't scary skinny but by no means is she fat. Right there in
between, so he has no problem holding her.

Slowly he carries her away, to the saftey of his home. His dog wouldn't let anyone harm her there.

 ~*~*~


"No you can't do this, please I'll do anything else just not this!!Noooo!!!"

He reflects back on what he has just done. He took that woman for a ride she won't soon forget. She was such a wildcat, she even clawed his face, though you
couldn't tell that by looking at him. She was no match for him though he prided that he picked a strong one this time. He enjoyed her fight, just made him ravage her
harder. He tore her in two the way he rammed himself into her. He can't believe just how lucky he was tonight. She literally fell in his lap.

      "Not a bad hunting spot, that
club." he thought to himself as he settled down in his appartment. "If she does live I will have to make her mine over and over again."

He ran his hands along his body just thinking about the fire in her eyes. Glad he took her calling card now, he searched his mind for her. The problem was,
he wasn't finding her. Even in sleep he could find his victims, what could be going wrong? Did he forget to finish the job? Angered he jumped to his feet and soared back
to where she had been.