Necrophilia

The rustling of the fallen leaves startle me as I begin strolling away from my haven, out into the world of thirsty beings whom laugh when others make petty mistakes. It's a shame on such a dark, lovely evening to be near such foul creatures. These humans are in need of security, of stability and certainty. Death is the only salvation for the poor souls.

Buttons struggle to hook themselves on the seams of my coal-tinted coat, and I place an even amount of effort to place each into the right slit. They are an ebony color, the buttons, and in shape to resemble a five pointed star.

My eyes drift to gaze throughout my surroundings, pupils diminishing. At last I see a large orb rise from the horizon, only to watch it fade away behind the pasty stratus clouds. The wind roars between my figure as I scramble to keep an adequate body temperature. My cheeks feel colorless as the cold air rushes, rattling even the strongest bones that build up my endoskeleton. I rub my palms swiftly against one another and whisper enchanting wishes for death and perish.

The trail I follow begins to fade into countless trees, bleak and desolate. In the distance, sudden forces can be seen from my eye's narrow view. There was smoke, in which I hoped meant desolation; destruction. There was laughter, in which I hoped would be from revenge, leading to the decease of an individual. Lastly, there was the scent of sweet copper.

Copper is a scent I am most fond of. For it is merely the scent of flesh shredded or torn in any way or form. Questions arise from within me, a large grin spreading across my miserable porcelain cheeks.

My grin vanishes, and all that is left is a sadistic frown. The corpses did not smell like this unusual scent of copper, they seemed slightly weaker and fresh in comparison. Thoughts position themselves into my mind as something as clear as a map is painted within my skull.

These were not the beings I have dealt with in times long ago. There was some characteristic of theirs that have changed indefinitely, although I couldn't place my finger on it.

As if a new adventure has risen, I spot a cabin full of noises and terror, the exact direction in which the copper scented fluid could be found, and possibly demise.

Notes

before I raise any confusion, Gerard's just very melodramatic..."in times long ago" doesn't mean hundreds of years ago or anything ^^

hope you guys are liking where this is going :)