LAST VISITOR

Her pale white flesh reflects gently from the steel of his blade.

In nervous hands the metal shakes and casts hypnotic pale reflections about the room.

A deep breath steadies the hand and brings clarity back to a fractured mind if for but a moment.

The darkened corners contain red eyes, watching with approval the scene unfolding before them.

The pastel blues of the room stand in stark contrast to her alabaster skin.

He reaches down and strokes his excitement.

One pale hand reaches out and pulls the covers down oh so gently.

She shivers in her sleep and reaches across the bed for the man who was not there yet.

Her delicate brows furrow and she slowly settles back to sleep.

He contains his laughter with a thick hand wrapped around his mouth.

One cruel hand reaches down and undoes his belt and jeans in a few simple motions.

He runs his pale tongue along his blade before raising it over his head.

With an orgasmic cry he plunges the blade down and stares.

Her eyes shoot open and she gasps.

She has only seconds to look about and understand what has happened.

Her eyes look sad.

And then they are empty.

He steps away in disgust, she had given him sadness not fear.

He would visit another tonight, he vows.

The curtains sway but a little as the predator exits into night.