Beautiful Monster

Beautiful Monster is about a man who falls for a beautiful woman who is not what she seems.

The day I meet her was nothing special or so it started that way. I had gone over to a friends house for a little get together. It was just a few friends to hang out and talk. Since I had locked myself in my house for the last few weeks it was nice to get out for a little bit. Amber had broken my heart and I just needed to get over her.

Then she walked into the room. Her name was Vivian and she looked how I always imaged the goddess Aphrodite to. She had on a tight red dress that looked like it was made only for her, hugging each curve in just the right away. Her light brown hair framing her face to show off her bright grey eyes. They held an intense look to them. She had legs that just didn’t seem to have an end to them. I knew the moment her eyes locked on me, I would ask her out.

After a bit of time, I walked up to this beauty, Vivian. It took me a little time to get into the grove of talking to her but soon she was smiling and laughing. Her voice and laugh were music to my ear. How was someone like this even able to real? I asked myself. It took me a little bit time but I asked her out to dinner and she said yes.

I took her to my favorite restaurant. It might look like a hole in the wall and at first she didn’t seem to be sure. Once she tasted the food she understood why I picked this place. The food was always so good and though it looked run down, it was well taken care of. We talked and I learned she was a lawyer. A goddess like her could truly make anyone agree with her, I thought.

We headed into a park after dinner to talk. I put my hand on her hip and she didn’t stop me. A soft smile was on her face as she looked at me. “Kiss me.” She commanded and I did as she told me.

The kiss was like nothing before. It was like fireworks going on in my head. I felt nothing like this before. After what felt like a life time she pulled her lips from mine, telling me it was time to head home. I shook my head but nodded.

A few weeks passed by. I had gone to her home a few time but we had only made out. I was growing more impatient each day. How could she keep pushing me away? How could she not desire me as much as I did her? So I decided one night I finally just sneak into her house and show her how much I needed her.

Last time I was over I had unlocked a window in the basement and I used that to get in. She had said she never really went down there. It was dark down here but there was enough so I could see. I stopped dead when I heard footsteps above me. But it wasn’t her soft ones, it was heavier.

Was she cheating on me? Was she with other men before me? I felt her my vision go red as I walked into a book case. A book fell off and hit the ground. “Shit” I said quietly as I wen to pick it up. Upstairs no one seemed to move towards the door that lead downstairs. I let out a breath and moved to the book to pick it up. I had to stay calm if I was going to show her.

The book has opened and spilled it contains. Photos had fallen out. All over the ground. They were of different men, all their throats slashed and handing over the bed. She stood there smiling her beautiful smile with blood all over her face.

I put the photos away into the book and looked at it. I knew what I needed to do. I headed upstairs, the book in my hand.

I headed to her bedroom, a man naked and tried to her bed. She had left her door open, not expecting me. I pulled out my own knife. I need to do something. Vivian hadn’t noticed me at all. She was bent over grabbing something, probable the bowl for this mans blood. He was blindfolded so he couldn’t see anything.

“Vivian.” I said with strength I didn’t know I had. She looked up at me with those eyes. I held out the book. “I know what your about to do!”

“You do, do you?” She said pulling a bowl up. Her voice soft. “Planing to stop me then?”

I moved closer to the man who was now pulling on his restraints. I moved my knife closer to him. “No Vivian, I desire to help you.” With that I slit his throat.

She moved the bowel under the cut to collect his blood. I looked at her and smiled. I saw her smile a true warm smile as the blood drained from our sacrifice. I had found another demi-god who understood blood kept us looking young and beautiful forever. Amber hadn’t tasted as good as this man did.