I’ve been watching her for weeks

On her college campus

Does she know that I exist?

8 polaroid pictures in my van

But I make sure I’m careful

I even made a list

I want to take her out to dinner

Treat her real nice

But wonder what her head looks like

On a stick

“Oh baby, you are just so delicious! Honey I could just cut you up into

pieces and eat you up!”

“Oh my gawd, he is so amazingly handsome he is to die for!”

“Just look at his face don’t’cha wanna just eat him up?” “Honey these beignets are so delicious makes me wanna slap your mama!”

Souta. My name.

I would have forsaken it too with my last name, but I don't care much about it. It doesn't bother me enough to bother with trying to sort out some other thing people might call me. They call me many things. Monster. Demon. Scum. My favorite one is murderer, but in our realm... Our side of the world, that is normal. I believe people are just dramatic.

Then there is her. The cute bloody red eyes, the flaring temper that bristles up at the first notion of rejection and the white eyelashes, brows, and hair that make her look pure. She could practically blend in with snow.

Oh, I desire her so. I covet her! I want to squeeze her cheeks in my palms, but I find myself pressing my fingers in tightly till she cries. I was to kiss her lips, but my teeth are sinking into her flesh, tearing in for a taste - a bite - as she makes me wanton for treats, but I think her flesh is all the better.

No, sweet Julie of mine.

Sweet.

Sweet Julie.

Silly, foolish girl.

Promising me her eternity.

She is my possession.

Mine to covet, mine for all time until the end of time.

If only she didn't run. Why did he have to try to escape me?

I found her first again, nearly eighty years later. Beautiful. Pristine. Her womanly body so different now to that of her more girlish figure when we first met. Yes. Mine again! My thoughts were rampant, hungry and desired to feast on the thing that I had not held in so long. I thought I might squeeze her tighter when I caught her first as she tried to run away till she cried. I thought her bones were about to pop!

The blubbered moan, the whine of pain and then her hands gripping my arms that tightened around her waist till she was coughing and sputtering, gagging and choking while banging on my arms.

"Let me go!"

Oh, the terror in her voice. Sheer, unadulterated terror.

My Hunger thrumming wildly within me, screaming at me to chain her up. To shackle her and keep her safe so she could not get away again. But I let her go, knowing she was all too cute and too beautiful when I gave into the chase.

The long flow of wavy white bouncing, the desperate pants and labored breathes as she willed herself to run faster, nearly breaking her ankle as she flung herself down the steps. Oh, but I chased. I chased on. I was walking here, sometimes there, running at other times and laughing as she ran from me. It was a joy to my ears. I adored it so.

Please, run for me more dear, sweet Julianna.

Oh, won't you be mine?

I could squeeze you till you stop breathing.

I know you'd come back to life again.

I know that kind of death is only temporary.

Yes.

Oh, beautiful, sweet, alluring Julie.

You are mine.

It crushes me and fills my cheeks with a flush

Coils around me until I can think of nothing more

So loud and sudden that it turns my brain to mush

I want to hug it until the blood starts to pour

I want to run a hand through your pretty hair

Until I accidentally yank it out

I want to be around to contaminate your air

Until the poisonous spores start to sprout

You're so cute I wanna squeeze you until your ribs break

Feel free to give me bruises and clot my blood

Being with and away from you makes my heartache

Kill me and I'll kill you with all this love

It's an odd instinct, isn't it?

The desire to protect a helpless thing.

Full cheeks

Flush and pink

Round eyes, that sparkle in the sun

A giggle

A smile

Smooth as silk

Because you also

Just might

Want to pounce...

To devour

Rend flesh from bone...

I could just

Eat you up

This instinct of course

Is meant for your own children

But if it's not yours...

Then really, all those sensory signs

Are telling you...

Ripe fruit

Come and eat me

I am

Delicious

I could smother you in your sleep just to feel you squirm beneath me

I could place your breathing things between my cheeks and squeeze

There's something sweet about your skin even though it's getting older

There's something about the bitterness of aging bones that makes my insides colder

After I smother you, I might desecrate you and eat you one piece at a time

I'm no Dahmer and couldn't fathom doing this for real

But the thought is appealing so don't mind me feeling up your arms before I take a bite right off your shoulder