1Well here's ending 2. I like this one better than the first ending haha. REVIEW. I'll give you a tater tot muffin if you do! :D
She lowered her head to his sweaty skin, flicking out her tongue she licked off the salty beads.
Her beautiful prey had their eyes squeezed shut. She liked their color though. So she dug her claws into his arm in an attempt to make her prey open their nice eyes. It only made her prey turn its head to the side and press its mouth into a thin line and grind its teeth together, obviously suppressing a scream of agony.
She frowned or tried to as she was in her demon form. Him disobeying would not do. Her prey will be cooperative.
She ground her spiked heel into his thigh laughing as he tried to sit up and his eyes snapped open. Their dark chocolate brown wasnt filled with fear and pain she noticed, with a disapproving look.
There was pain but also anger. He glared at her, eyes filled with despise, hate, confidence and more anger.
She knew he hated her and would love to kill and torture her but what was with this cockiness she sensed?
Was is not her that had him pinned to the ground bleeding and in pain? Well, she would have to show him that she was not someone he could brush off as some weak competition. She was his murderer, torturer, and lover. Wait, lover? Where had that come from?
She thought she liked questioning herself so she added more questions that she could obviously answer herself to the forum in her mind. She knew she was acting crazy, but oh well. She liked asking herself questions at the moment.
Well, did she not love him? or hate him? Was it not love in his eyes, masked by anger at what shes doing? Hating her for not realizing soon enough?
She looked at his pathetic form wondering how she could love him. There was no doubt she did but it was stupid of her. Only the weak let emotions have a say in actions.
She was just supposed to do what she wanted to and she knew she wanted to kill him, right?
Alright, all this thinking stuff was clouding her usually clear mind. Shoving her thoughts away she focused on the task at hand. Looking in his eyes again she seen only smugness. He knew she loved him and he supposedly knew that she would never hurt him.
Well, he was in for a suprise then.
Using a clawed hand she stabbed at his chest, ripping out his lungs that she could use later as fashionably bloody pouches. They were basically the new It Purse for the demon world. Human lugs were wonderful things, don't you think so?
Then, she brought her 2 foot fangs to his neck once again, using her pointed teeth to rip out his neck. His meat and blood filled her mouth and throat. Savoring the taste of her kill she continued ripping his skin apart, clawing at his muscle until it easily came off the bone.
She filled herself with his muscle and blood, swallowed his bones whole, leaving only his shocked eyes untouched and unscathed on the dirty club floor.
Licking her fur clean, she sat looking like a cat with cream. She had waited far too long to do that she thought.
Without shedding a tear she walked out into the receding night only then realizing that her most recent kill had taken far too long.
She never spent 13 minutes on a snack.