Even in Death
Even in death her skin for a moment held the sweet scent of honey and vanilla. Her body still felt the same warmth that it had before when he would touch her. Even her touch still sent tingles up and down his spine. Even in death she was still the most beautiful woman on earth. The Helen of Troy of his era. Yet, he still hated her. Her lifeless corpse was not enough to satisfy his blood lust. He still wanted to pick her up by her throat and snap her neck in four places. To gauge out her eyes, those wretchedly beautiful green eyes. Tear her body limb from limb. He knew that something in him had changed. His soul was no longer the sweet gentle soul it had once been. Slowly he pulled her body until she was lying down in his lap her head fell gracefully against his shoulder. As he picked up the knife by its handle he noted that even in death she was still graceful. He ran his other hand ran down her face and opened her mouth just enough to put the tip against the inside of her right cheek. The only change he noticed in her was her sad expression. Her usual smile was gone from her face and he laughed a slow deep laugh. It chilled the room and he was now very sure he had changed.
“Come on my dear….look at the Brightside. You no longer have to deal with the pains of humanity.” He watched her face as if hoping her expression would change.
When it didn’t his face grew blank, and slowly he whispered, “Why such a long face….maybe..” he began dragging the knife towards her lips, unaffected by the warm blood that slowly slide down her face onto his wrist. “You should smile a little.”