The Lovely Blood

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Mythya was working in her office just like any other day, she was a software consultant. She was a common working class woman of mid twenties, with thoughts and needs like any woman of that age - to earn a living, to enjoy life, and also to find her love. Her life is being good these days as she had found her love, Amar. Mythya and Amar met eachother at an office conference 3 months ago and got interested in eachother’s ways of life. And, the language of their hearts matched.

Mythya picked her office phone and dialed the number of Amar, asking him to come to her office after he is done with his work at his office, just to go shopping. Their lives have been very blissful and both of them were really happy to have eachother in their lives, and now are looking forward for wedding. Amar reached her office after her working hours, and it was a weekend. So, they both have left for shopping. They’ve shopped some home furniture, and some household stuff for Mythya, they had enjoyed eachother’s presense all along the evening, and had a good dinner at a restaurant. And, they started off to their respective homes.

Amar drove Mythya to her home, where she stays alone. And they happily wished eachother their good-byes and good-nights. Amar left to his home where he stays alone too, as his parents live in their hometown somewhere down the country. He changed into night clothes, played some music at loud volume, and checked out  his Facebook updates and posted his status about his happy evening with Mythya. It was almost past 1AM in the mid-night. He felt tired and laid on his bed to go into deep sleep. He was just getting into a deeper peaceful sleep, minute by minute. The room was completely dark…. Then, the entrance door of his home clicked open, and a dark figure moved in. The figure came straight into the room in which Amar was sleeping. It stood there, put it’s one of the hands into it’s inner jacket, and pulled out a large metal knife. It moved forward and mounted on the bed and sat at the mid portion of Amar’s body. Slowly, Amar was feeling the sudden increase in weight on his body and was trying to open his eyes, but everything was dark. Amar, caught hold of a torch light beside his pillow and clicked it on and felt a sudden horror by looking at the dark figure with a knife in hand, sitting on him, for an instance he thought he was in a dream, and slowly came to consciousness, and was terrified.

The dark figure pointed the knife straight to Amar’s heart and started to speak, the voice was very cold, very strange, very terrifying, “This will be the last moment of your life, if you would be given a chance to live for something, what would that be?” Amar was loosing his mind, many reflexes worked at once in his mind to answer this simple but tricky question, but one thing influenced all other reflexes, Amar then decieded his most precious reason to live for, and started to speak, “I want to live for Mythya, my love, if there will ever be any reason for me either to die or to live, it will only be Mythya.” These words flowed into the ears of the dark figure, and the rage in it’s nerves suddenly boosted up hearing Amar’s reason to live.” The dark figure raised the knife with its both hands and landed it deeply, with full strength of its body, straight into Amar’s heart.  There was a violent outflow of blood from the heart of Amar, blood filled with an unending love for Mythya.

The dark figure got down from the bed, and switched on the lights in the room. It looked around and moved to a corner of the room where there was a big mirror situated. It removed its dark black covering from its head, and looked proudly at its face in the mirror. “You are precious to the people who even on the verge of their death, would want to live for You, only for You, only for You, only for - ” reciting this on and on Mythya purged her violent rage from her heart and nerves. She was excited to the pinnacle point of her head.  She raised the knife to her mouth and tasted the blood, “Oh!The Lovely Blood. I love the way you taste.” And, laughed out of her mind, violently.

To be Continued….!

Written By:

Krishna Kanth