Love At First Kill

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Love at First Kill
Chapter 1

By: White Angel



Rain...
Rain intermingled with blood...
I stood over the body of the young woman, her green-blue eyes shining with the light of heaven, her body limp and broken. The rain kept falling. Falling.
Fallen.

Looking up into the face of the man standing over the body, I no longer saw the face of death, but the face of an angel.
A white angel of hope.
I smiled. Then I turned and walked away. Words were unneccesary at a time like this. No matter, this time I\'ll return the favor, Muraki...

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So beautiful.
The screams of the boy sound like chimes in the wind. Honey blond hair and emerald eyes. Skin like cream. He is so like Hisoka, a beautiful, young, seemingly innocent creature. So soft and warm. Clothes lay around us on the lush green grass, scattered everywhere.
Midnight.
I pressed my naked body down on the boy, pinning him to the ground. It must not be so bad, eh, because you are just as hard and hot as I am.
You stopped screaming.
Why?
Well, I\'ll just see about this. Yes. Much better. I knew I could bring that beautiful sound back out. You enjoy this, don\'t you? I know I do. Flesh against flesh. Satisfying myself inside you. Now you moan and grasp at my hair.
How sweet.
I shiver and thrust once more, and now I\'m spent. Now, for the main course.
You lie there, panting, your own seed covering your stomach. Simply a work of art. Well, happy birthday, sweet sixteen. I suppose this is your gift.
Softly, I kiss down your neck. There it is, the vein of life. One bite and the blood fills my mouth. Heavenly ambrosia.
Now I understand. I see it all.
Die, young one.
My gift to you.
This is for being so cruel, Hisoka.
This is for your lies and selfishness, Tatsumi.
This is for you always using me for your own gain, Watari.
To hell with you all. I\'m not going to be a puppet anymore.
This is for Muraki. The only one who could ever really love me.
And its over.
The boy is dead.
Even in death he is beautiful.
Death.
Such an appropriate gift, seeing that I am a shinigami and all. Just doing my job.
Now, for the finishing touches. A dozen red roses, strewn over the body, and a single white rose in the right hand.
Perfect.
He was good. Nothing compared to what I will have soon.
Come to me, Muraki.
I\'m waiting.
Fallen from grace.
Damn it all....

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Tsuzuki...
You are so full of surprises. I had never expected such an open display of anger, of love. The moment I read the story in the morning paper I knew it was you. It was a very good, very seductive kill. You almost put my work to shame.
Almost.
I knew you would give in to me, but I expected you to come to me, not demand that I come to you. However, your demand promises that my efforts will be greatly rewarded.
Its such a strafeelfeeling. Love at first kill, I suppose.
Well, let the games begin, Tsuzuki.
Come out, come out, wherever you are...