From The Lips Of Darkness

From the Lips of Darkness 



In a woodland surrounded by foliage and nature, lurked an ancient creature, scorned and filled with rage as she watched in silence. While thoughts flooded her mind of the one who scorned her. Her long, claw-like fingers rest upon her chin as she thought about the punishment that awaited the unaware. 
As beautiful as she was with her long, dark, wavy hair, cascading down her back, and resting upon her ample, breast, she was throbbing from the blood flow rushing through her veins that filled her with the passion of revenge. Her sensuous, curves transforming her into a beauty unmatched by nature. 
Bloodthirsty and hungry, she opened up her lips to sing as he drew closer to where she was hiding. She began to sing softly, and hauntingly as the vines begin to wind and climb themselves into place. 
What was that sweet melody, he thought, as he reached the edge of the woods. It was calling to him, wanting him to come closer. Come closer, come closer into my dreams. Take my hand let me lead you the way, the voice spoke. 
Mindlessly, he walked into the woods reaching toward an unseen hand. The vines closing in behind him; blocking anyone else from entering in and preventing any escape. 
As he reached the heart of the woods, the land seemed to spread out. The music stopped. Looking up, he saw her, dropping down as if from what seemed to be out of nowhere, and landing steadily on her feet like a cat. She smiled, as she drew closer, him still not yet remembering, he watched this enchanting creature move with such grace, until she kissed him on his lips. Suddenly fear gripped him as he thought he had seen this face before; touched these sweet lips. Memories began to flood back to him from many years ago.......It was then he tried to scream, but no sound would come. He couldn't move. The vines were wrapping around him. Now ridden and trembling in fear as he turned white, he knew who she was. Her what once was, normal teeth, now distorted into monstrous blades ravenous with venom, right before his very eyes. He watched in terror as she opened wide her mouth as she began to consume him little by little. 
She loved the feel of his blood flowing down her chin. The taste of it in her mouth delighted her with an almost sexual glee and satisfaction. Feeling it and touching the torn flesh, she could sense and hear his agony from deep within. There was none like it anywhere else. Oh, how she loved the excitement of the kill. 
Limb from limb she ripped him apart slowly and joyfully, laughing, hungrily, devouring his entire body; making sure to keep him alive so he could feel every ounce of pain that she bestowed upon him. Until finally when he had nothing left, but his torso and head, did she come down fast and hard, ripping off his head in an instant and swallowing it whole. leaving behind a bloodless upper body lying on the ground. 
She immediately drew back into the shadows of the woods, and her vines going with her. Leaving the torso behind for the beast of the forest. She always did believe in feeding the animals. 

By: Bernice Bowling