Posted by SnuffKing on March 21, 1999 at 16:20:32:
I see it now.... snow falling, the air pure and cold, yet warm inside. It's december the 31'st year 2000. We're at the edge of a new millenium, you and I hiding in a ski cabin in the mountains, away from all the noise and hell of crowded, hysterical parties. Just you and me, alone.
The fire in the fireplace is cracking marrily, bathing our skin in soft yellow and orange light, making our shadows dance on the walls as we make love on the white fur on the floor. We smile, we are happy, we are togeather and all alone. Our bodies are burning, tiny pearls of sweat glistering on our skin like dew on tanned silk.
"I love you", you whisper into my ear. "I love you too, Barbanne", I say and kiss you, a long, deep kiss. I love the taste of you, the freshness of your mouth and the salty taste of your skin. I kiss your forhead. I kiss your neck. I let my hands play in your long hair as I look into your eyes. They are dark and deep in the dim light of the cabin, yet the white shines like a solid surface of bright stars.
I thank God, or whatever rules our destiny, that I was put on this planet, to make love to you this wonderful night. You stare at me. What do you see, I wonder? Do you see how much I love you? Do you know how much I risk for you? You give it all to me and I risk it all, yet we are happy in this moment and our fears and doubts are forgotten.
The gentle lines of your smile harden a bit as you feel the cold steel against the inside of your thighs. I kiss you again to distract you while I let the knife gently caress your back. The light of the fire reflects in it's silvery blade, making small bright spots dance on the walls. It warms slowly up as it touches you, reaching the temperature of your warm skin, attuning to the flesh it is about to taste.
The knife in no longer alien. It is an extention of my hand, an extention of the love I feel for you. It is the essence of our interaction and our intimacy. You giggle as I press it against your beautiful breasts, taking care not to break your perfect skin with its deadly edge. You look at it, you smile at it. Then you look back at me, your eyes full of anticipation and... curiosity?
"What if I don't want to?", you ask, your voice serious yet playful.
"I don't care", I say and smile. It's true. It's too late to turn back now and you know it. I need to feel you die just as much as you need to feel me kill you, but I hope that you'll enjoy it as much as I.
I don't need a clue. I gently lay you down on the warm fur. I study the skin of your stomach. I want it to be slow, so I decide on your belly-button. It seems only proper that death shall enter you in the same place that the food which nurished your perfect body into existence entered.
"I'll miss you", I say and push the knife in about one inch. You clench your fists and press your teeth togeather, but you do not scream.
"I'll always be with you", you say and I know it's true. How can I ever forget you? I enter you as did the knife, but I dig deeper, hungry for your moist warmth that the knife already feels, hungry to merge wih you as the blade already has. Your body trembles, but I see no fear in your eyes. Only a little pain and a lot of love. I ease myself down on you, gently pressing agains the knife-handle, gently pushing the blade deeper into you. The blood covers your belly-button and draws two perfect red curves over the soft skin of your stomach. I fuck you harder, deeper, and you cry out in pain and joy as the knife dig deeper into you and a beautiful red rose unfolds on your stomach.
The blood flows from you onto the white fur, its coppery smell mixing with the smell of burning wood and the smell of our bodies. Life in the essence. The smell of fire, blood and lust. I keep staring into your eyes, trying to drink from your soul those drops that will be lost unless I catch them. How much have you left unsaid? How much have you left undone? Do you regreat? Do you fear? Do you love? Every last emotion I must find in your eyes, as you are no longer able to speak. Nothing must go to wast. I must possess everything. Everything.
Even as I love you, even as I look into your eyes, you are dying. You eyes are wet with tears of joy. At least I hope it is.... but it's too late to know. I fuck you harder, faster, pushing the blade into you compleatly. Your eyes grow wide, you clench your fists again, your back arch from the fur, your body pressing hard against mine. Every muscle in your body is tense as you begin to scream. One long, continous scream that fades into silence. I kiss you and you exhale the last air of your final breath into my mouth.
I roll of you and snuggle up to your beautiful dead body. It doesn't matter that I lie in a pool of blood, because it is your blood. I know it's midnight. I know the new millenium has begun, and that you won't be in it. It hurts me. I want you to be here, in body and in spirit. God, I miss you already, even though your body is still here, warm, besides me. I can't stop loving you. I know it will eventually drive me crazy, but for the moment I find content in the touch of your corpse.
It's morning the 1'st of January 2001. I carry a terrible and wonderful secrit with me. The secrit of your death. It's almost a shame that I can't tell the world about you and how you died. The last millenium has been so full of war and murder and hatred. The first human to die in the new millenium died for love, not hatred. But what does it matter? I can't tell you. I can't share the secrit with you.
I cry as I carry your body to the car and drive away from the cabin.
Best,
SnuffKing
Sorry about the sad ending, Barbanne §;-)