Blood In the Air (Part 2)

I slide through the darkness within your walls, following wires to their heart. Solidifying in your basement I shred your fuse box, turning your house into my domain. I follow your fluttering heartbeat, circling you, I can smell your blood, can almost see its scent curling through the air, leaning down close to your face turning my head this way and that captivated with the fear in your eyes. A growl rolls from my throat as I start to salivate. Staying, part in your world, part in mine I resume circling you picking up speed, causing a whirl of wind for you to feel, almost comforting, playtime begins ........................Now. I start slashing haphazardly with my claws like thousands of knives in a tornado surrounding you, your blood is lifted by my wind speckling the walls. The whole time you wail reminding me of a gothic symphony that I choreograph my attacks to. Becoming whole again the last of your blood in the air showers down upon me, bathing me in your essence. Now its time to shake your grave, I push you onto your back and straddle you then lay you open from the bottom of your neck to the end of your belly, with bone crushing force shatter your sternum, then slide my fingers between your ribs and rip open the protective cage around your organs, I wish you could see this, I love to share. Sitting their watching your heart beat what I have left for a body screams for a taste, reaching down I slide my hand under your heart cradling it in my grasp, feeling the rhythmic thump of your life pump is too much for me and I squeeze until it bursts, then hunker down to for fill my lust for what you were created of.