Revenge

A long time we’ve waited you and I.

A long time has passed since we last tasted blood.

The rush of amazement when we realize that once again, it’s been done.

We can taste the sweetness of revenge. So very close and yet it has been denied us.

After waiting for an eternity, our chance came.

As slyly as a jaguar we trailed him.

As quickly and as quietly as possible we followed his footsteps.

Turning left then right just as he did.

But keeping a safe distance so as not to be found out.

For an hour or more we stalked him.

He never knew. He never had the slightest idea.

At long last we reached our destination.

His house. How funny that this used to be a place of warmth and love.

That it should now be turned into his crypt.

He must have been to a lot of places tonight.

He’s going straight to bed.

We must hold on just a little longer.

Just a little longer.

There! The lights are out. Asleep he is.

No inclination of what is about to befall him.

Most would have need to search for an open space through which to enter.

But not us. We already know.

There is a small window on the first floor that is always kept unlocked and open.

I make my way in with you beside me.

You and I are one. We feel the same.

You are of me and yet you control me.

You are lust, desire and hatred.

You forever lead me on and give me inspiration.

You are the sole reason I’ve come this far.

The only thing that matters anymore to me is revenge.

And now I’m here. Whore, you’ve brought me.

And I must continue onwards.

With great stealth and silence I prowl the corridors. Looking in every room till I find the one.

The room that holds him there as if it’s walls were my accomplice.

As though I need one. I have you. Don’t I?

I can see him lying on the bed. How fast he falls asleep.

There is no need for light. The lamppost outside is sufficient.

Staring into his beautiful face, I’m reminded of a happier time when we were both in love.

Content to stay in each others arms.

But then the realization dawns on me. This is the face of the man I hate. We hate.

The same man who betrayed us.

As I begin to raise my blade of steel above his heart, he awakes!

He stares at me with recognition but when he sees the weapon I hold,

His gaze of bewilderment at the fact that I’m there,

Suddenly turns to one of pure terror.

Those dark pools of his instantly become darker with sparks of fear

That cause my heart to lurch with pity and yet also vengeful glee.

As suddenly as lightening flashes in the sky,

I bring the blessed instrument of death down upon him.

Once is all it takes. Now it’s over.

His body is limp. His eyes stare up in a hollow expression.

He looks dead but I can’t be sure.

Without you here with me, I would never have known that his heart was still beating.

Cursed be the day of his birth!

Oh well, no matter.

We’ll take care of that unceasing thump, thump, thump.

With your strength to guide me, I bring the knife down once more.

Then I swiftly drag it downward.

Blood pours out everywhere.

My face is splattered with his life’s force.

My hands are slippery with the sweet tasting liquid of life that is all too slowly coming forth.

Then, with an impulsive dream behind me, I reach into his chest

And draw out his heart.

It still beats!!

How can this be?

But wait. A sensation I’ve never felt overcomes me.

It’s so overwhelming.

The feel of it. This thing that once held love for me is now reluctantly dying.

It feels so good that it’s finally over.

It is done now.

You and I have succeeded.

No more of the torture and pain that he caused us by just breathing.

Nothing is now left of what was once my love.

Gone is the reminder of what was lost.

Vanquished is the memory of how whenever his eyes fell on me,

my breath would stop short.

No more!

I’m free of it at last!

I will never be a prisoner of my emotions again.

Revenge is so very truly sweet.

If anybody reads this, let me know what you think ‘bout it. Don’t be too harsh though, please.