WARNINGS: CANNIBALISM AND MENTIONS OF IT, VAMPIRISM, EXPLICIT VIOLENCE. NOT RECOMMENDED TO PEOPLE BELOW 18
The sinner girl does not like the sinner boy.
We knew each other at the orphanage.
She used to sit beside me, and I always used to give her my food because of me not being hungry.
She was happy with that. We quickly became friends.
Love between teens is wonderful, right?
Unless the love goes for anyone that it’s not you. That should be basic knowledge so let’s focus on the point.
She. When I was in the circus, I recognized that were some pretty ladies and handsome men, but no one trapped me like she did.
The thing I remember the most was… Her scent I think. I wonder what kind of perfume did she wore but it was just beautiful, it fitted her right, because she was also a beautiful girl. Life should be easy when you are only beauty, but the fact that she was beauty and brains, fascinated me.
I’m going to be clear, I only fell in love with aesthetically pleasant people. May be cruel or discriminatory, but that does not care, I’m, after all, the one that always carries relationships.
I felt attracted to her in every way. I wanted us to sin together for the rest of our lives. But that would be complicated and was the fault of the person that made me the third wheel in this relationship. Him. Awful him. Disgusting him. I don’t know if he was some kind of tutor, or simply another orphan, because he did look a bit big for being an orphan, but whatever, that’s not the point today.
Her voice when she talked to me started to be raspy and dry. No more sweetness or sympathy, she just talked about him while I was digging a hole in my memory trying to forget all the things she told me about him, but it was impossible.
I was hungry and desperate for her love that was never given to me. Even with that, I prayed every night just for one kiss of her. The thing is, that never happened.
My intrusive thoughts were worse everyday, I swear I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but when he appears it makes me want to puke my guts out just so I can show to her how big my heart is and my love for her.
But I never did that, because that would mean that I’m a ghost right now, and nope, I’m not a ghost.
“Sin with me, sin with me, sin sin sin sin…”
I fell asleep.
When I woke up I feeded myself with my own jealousy. Maybe if I stop eating and get as athletic as him she would like me more. Sadly, I was way too weak for all the gym stuff in the park close to the orphanage.
All the guys laughed at me, of course. But I didn’t care at all, my only goal was to become stronger.
But after months of trying, there were no results, the only thing that changed was my body, but not how I wanted it. I had the complexion of a noodle, not exactly an udon one, more like noodles in a cup or something. I hated myself for this and the frustration only grew more and more.
If I wasn’t strong enough, I shall be a coward and use more quiet methods.
Weapons. The world is filled with them. Even a spoon can be a weapon.
First, I tried to poison his food, but like he almost didn’t eat he did not even notice the funny smell of poison.
“Sin with me, my love, sin with me.”
I was done with that. He was alive. He was stealing my girl. He had everything I would like to have.
What to do now?
“Oh my sinner… Why won’t you sin with me…”
I did really disgusting things that I am not going to say.
But it all resumes in that I’m such an awful person.
I don’t care anymore.
I just need her love, and that is it.
One night I heard strange noises from the library. I was supposed to be asleep by that hour, but I thought the worse about it. And, well, let’s say I was right.
I can still remember her. Not him though.
The phrase that came out of her mouth.
“You can’t always get what you want, imbecile!”
With tears in her eyes. Get what I wanted. It almost made me laugh my ass off.
I just smirked, but if she just knew me a little better, she would notice that I never get what I want, and that made me furious in a good way.
After leaving that guy almost dead, I put the tip of my knife on her neck.
“If you are going to kill me, do it!”
“I almost forgot how sincere you are, my beloved beloved loved sinner.”
“Huh?”
I sliced her throat while I kissed her. The most painful yet romantic kiss ever.
I squeezed her tightly to my body, and all the steel flavor of her blood in my mouth won’t stop. I decided to lick all the wounds on her neck, I almost decapitated her, I don’t think she’s gonna get lucky with this. Oh well, what a shame.
“Poor bunny, poor bunny…” I was singing a lullaby while she collapsed in my arms, almost fully dead and I just couldn’t stop licking her cuts.
“Now you’ll be a part of me, ¡and we will sin forever!”
Once I got my job done, I started running away, but with a little memento of that first time. She was dead, so of course she didn’t feel a thing, but I ripped off one of her fingernails. People often compared us saying that we both had the same hand type, you know, slender and pretty, like a pianist.
The truth is that I knew a bit about playing the piano but that does not matter right now.
There were tears in my eyes? Yeah, but it’s not exactly guilt nor excitement.
I just don’t know how to describe it.
But it was an absolute pleasure.