Death is so intimate, they both agreed.
She stood before her vanity, brushing her hair in her long white nightgown, the way she did everynight, with the lights off and the window open just a crack. She looked so pure at night, with no makeup on, when through darkness you couldn’t see that she had crudely carved the name “Ellegua” into her right arm, with no harsh sunlight around to illuminate the horror stories the mangled flesh on her neck told. Stories of vampires and werewolves who had taken from her until they could take no more.
She pretended to not hear his big feet crunching the dead hedera helix as they stalked up the the side of the building. She pretended not to see him in her peripheral vision when he glared at her with big cowrie shell eyes. She took a deep breath and closed hers.
She couldn’t pretend not to feel it as he plunged his large blade inside her body, over and over again, twisting and turning, ripping her soft flesh apart. She couldn’t bear to keep her eyes closed any longer so she opened them widely and frantically looked into his though they bore no reflection.
In this moment, she experienced a closeness she had never felt before and would never feel again.
She knew this is what she always wanted, what she had always asked for, what they had planned together since childhood, but as the blood gurgled out of her mouth in dark crimson rivers, she couldn’t help but feel cheated; he would live to do this again and again with countless others. She had this once to do it only with him.
“Now you are truly mine forever, my dear Oshun.” He whispered softly into her ear, before kissing her deeply and closing her lifeless face with his fists, tiny shards of her crooked teeth flying everywhere
