Authors note: I usually write when I'm feeling really emotional whether it's happy or sad. I wrote this short story when I was really angry at someone but later thought it was pretty good, in a sick way :P. So I wanted to share my first post with you and let me know what you are feeling/ felt when you've read this!

"When it's all done and gone, you can't help feeling the uncontrollable urge of missing it, all those feelings you had. Too much burst out then. No, you really can't help missing it."

"You're crazy! Something really horrible must have happened to you." she stopped. Some kind of dissatisfied noise came from my lips. I didn't want her to stop. I loved it when these explicit creatures, these mere mundanes spoke about me in such disgust. It was a rare and beautiful pleasure on its own. I wanted her to feel more hatred - heck I wanted those strong feelings of the whole world directed towards me. Oh, how greedy I was. Well there was helping it, my hands were raised and a knife I held in them. There was no helping it...

And then he stabbed through her heart. He could feel the pleasure of the heart wrenching pain she was feeling through her broken bones and ribs; through her torn flesh and veins. The best part was the life that was flowing out of this body that was alive merely a second ago; now gone in a blink. Yes, certainly he had the power to be the condemned, the cursed but the honored one to suck it out. He was swimming in her blood he heart was still pumping out, it's muscles working till the last ounce of her energy was used up. It was a sweet and dizzying stench of rotten iron and chemicals. The vast amount of it gushing out was unexplainable. It felt like there was no end to it. Like when you're lost in the middle of the pacific ocean and you know you can swim but it's highly unlikely that you'd find land anywhere.

He smiled. It was invisible through all the liquid but it was there, more present than anything in his others he most certainly looked like the barbaric creature he was with his handsome face and bloody claws - heck they must truly believe that he was Satan, the sustainer of all demons. Ack, such beautiful pleasure.

PS. This is it, no continuing chapter - it's a short story my honey bunnies :P