A simple and contented smile had managed to sneak its way up onto my luscious lips and, for once I didn’t bother to fight it as I lay sprawled out comfortably in the cold night’s air on an old fallen sycamore tree trunk lapping the lingering blood off my right hands fingers. Ah, what a delicious meal I thought silently to myself but, sadly for me, my thoughts were quickly disrupted as a single rain drop landed on the tip of my nose.
Great.
Perhaps this was His way of punishing me; punishing the murderess for violently slaughtering one of His precious children under his own ever watchful eye. The very thought of Him judging me or simply watching me made me sneer in disgust but…, none the less I should find shelter before this beast of a storm arrives. And with that I slid to my feet and began my search.

You know I make you want to scream
You know I make you want to run from me baby
But know it's too late
You’ve wasted all your time
Relax
While you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side
There’s no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time

Rapidly I rushed threw the woods; jumping over fallen trees, dodging objects that obstructed my path and dodged the wild animals that were fleeing for shelter. Oh how much I have in common with the common wolf at the moment. I was soon greeted with another problem as my pace wasn’t quick enough as the storm raced with me and quickened its own pace to beat me; to ensure I was soaked to the bone. It has to be here somewhere… I told myself as I continued to run aimlessly threw the woodland. To my dismay no matter how fast I could run I wasn’t quicker then mother nature and the down pour caught me in its rage.

Cherishing,
Those feelings pleasuring
Cover me,
Unwanted clemency
Scream till there's silence
Scream while there's life left,

The further I ran the steeper the land seemed to incline and the woods began to thin out slowly but steadily before it revealed a true beauty straight out of a Gothic novel. A structure beyond words. But of course how was one to describe a Castle anyway? Slowly I approached the building threw the open iron gates and entered the courtyard. This will be perfect for the evening perhaps I will even explore and find myself a real ghost!
As I passed threw the iron gates to begin my search I was greeted by a beautiful stone, gothic like fountain of a woman whom due to the rain appeared she was weeping over the horrors the land had seen in its old age. While those with fear in them would have been scared off merely by the fountain I was not and continued onward with my search. Finding the front doors was not something particularly hard to do as a stone path led me right to them but due to wasted time my body was chilled to the bone from the soaking, cold rain. Once I reached the entrance I quickly pushed the heavy wood door open, listening to it creak with delight as I cautiously made my way into the beauty and closed the heavy door behind me.
I was almost disappointed when I learned that I had yet to reach the main interior of the Castle but instead reached the inside of the outer wall; whether or not I was accurate on my assumption I wasn’t certain but, oh well. I looked to my left and then to my right; while both were similar, both were littered in doors, both seemed to have something at the end of one another… but the left seemed to almost beg for attention so I gave into it’s pleas and went left. I must admit I was curious about what was behind the doors littering the corridor so as soon as I was in range of the first door I pushed it the rest of the way open and peered inside. The room was nothing too grand considering it was in a Castle but it was still informative. These were the guards living quarters and by looks of how things were left something, a war, had spilled into the castle.
The first room was not of much interest to me so I pulled the door closed and continued on my journey down the dark and narrow walk way; my steps echoed as I did. The next door was open, and half broken off of it’s hinges in fact so peering in was easy enough but once again it was even less interesting then the last room so I paid little attention to it. I past the next door up completely but stopped in front of the last the door; it was closed. Why out of them all was this room completely closed? Curiosity got the better of me so I pushed the door open with little effort and walked in. Rubble littered the floor, a few other broke objects but… what caught my attention was a letter on the table where a human skull lay as well. I walked over and ran my fingers over the parchment and let my eyes skim over the brief amount of text written on the paper; it seemed to be a letter to a woman, perhaps a lover, wife or maybe even his mother. The rest of the room held little interest for me, and I was more excited now than ever to get to the main castle for exploring; I headed back out of the room after running my fingers over the human skull and continued to the end of the corridor.
Anxiously I came to a circular shaped room at the end, a pillar I assumed. Two suits of armor rested at their posts at the beginning of a spiraling stairway, the room had several burnt out candles lining it as well as gargoyles but what caught my attention the most was the two doors I was presented with. I was puzzled as to which door I should choose first. Aw to hell with it. I’ll go with the one closest to me. And so I did. As I started to push the heavy wood door open I had more trouble with it then the last but with a little more effort it creaked open for me to continue.
After I pushed the old creaky door closed behind me I turned and was just astonished at the excellent condition the interior was in let alone the furnishings! I was first greeted by a set of paintings, tables which had a small statue of a woman on it, a few candle holders and above me hung a beautiful silver chandelier. The marble floor was dull with age, dust and rubble from the slowly deteriorating walls… and some human bones seemed to litter the floor as well… Oh how I wished to move in and stay forever in this forgotten jewel! I once more began to walk ahead, lingering near the dark oak table to my right and dragged the tips of my fingers a crossed the dusty table top and moved forward with my journey. I paused however, in front of a room which had a spiraling staircase on one side of it, with candles leading all the way up it which intrigued me to say the least… but I didn’t worry about it yet. Even if someone lived here it wasn’t like they could pose a threat to me… so instead of going into the room and up the staircase I continued on the lower levels of the castle for now.
I wasn’t walking for long before I was greeted by another much larger room. There were a few suits of armor in here as well as an old piano. Over the piano hanging from the ceiling was another chandelier with burnt out candles still in their holders, to the right against the back wall was stained glass windows… While in their day they would have been the center of beauty and cheer but with their age and coat of dust and the dim lighting that came threw them from the lightening outside it cast a more morbid look on the room. Next I observed a suit of armor by a archway (which led out of the room) with a skeleton still fully clothed laying its feet as if it had been wounded or possibly trying to hide from something or someone and instead perished at the armors feet. There was blood spatter in front of a stone craving in the opposite wall of two gryphon’s fighting it almost looked like a fresh coat. I walked out of the ballroom and forward up a few steps before I was greeted with a large faded painting; it was of a stern man, the fallen king apparently, who had shoulder length blond wavy hair, a beard and mustache. The toll time had taken on the painting made it appear as if it were a painting of a ghost, not a man; no matter where I stood I got the feeling his eyes never left me…
“Good evening, Sire.” I giggled out with a bow to the painting. I then straightened myself out before I glanced to my left. Left had seemed to be a good choice for me this evening so I continued with it and headed down the dark, small corridor…
“Heeeeeeellooooooo, are any ghosts home?” I cooed jokingly but to my surprise my call was answered with a large hand placed on my shoulder. “No, but I am.”

Vanishing
Scream from the pleasure unmask your desire
Perishing
Some live repressing their instinctive feelings
Protest the way we're built
Don’t point the blame on me
Scream,
Scream,
Scream the way you would
If I ravaged your body.

Bone chilling was the only way to describe the mans deep tone of voice and as I started to turn my head to face him he slammed me into the wall roughly, quickly closing the gap between us and squeezed my dainty neck in his massive hand, crushing my airway.
“What do you think you’re doing in my home?” His tone was hostile and demanding but he didn’t loosen his grip on my neck to allow me to answer him and even so I knew if I said the wrong words he would kill me… but that thought alone wasn’t enough. I needed proof. I struggled to breathe under his grip and brought my own hands up, cupped his much larger hand with my smaller hands and pried them away just enough so I could speak.
“You know-…” I croaked out. “demanding to know… something when you’re choking someone… is fruitless.” And his grip tightened.
“You seem to be talking well enough. Now answer my question.” He growled this time. His gold eyes were narrow and looking down into my own silver ones; his long black wavy hair pooled around him and blended in with his black leather jacket… His face was gorgeous though; a strong narrow but elegant structure.
Irritated by the mans demands and grasp on my neck I grabbed his hand with both my hands again and pulled his off of my neck completely (sure it wasn’t that easy of a task but I did manage) and narrowed my own eyes as I let a taunting smirk creep up onto my lips. I would regret it I was sure of this, but I did it anyways.
“So you’re the Lord of this Castle hm…? Well then I’m sure it’s not too hard for you to figure out why I’m here; it’s raining and it was just pleading with me to come inside. So I gave into its inviting temptation and gave it what it wanted.”
As I knew I would I quickly regretted my answer as he took on a more dark tone; his lips curling up into a devilish smirk as he completely closed the gap between us.
“My home gave you no such plea,” His voice was lower, chillingly so before he grasped my neck again and forced me to look up at him in a painful angle. I growled at this but yet the mans force sent shivers of delight up my spine. Show me how much lower I am than you…Please… Show me you can control me, Master… I begged with the man mentally. My eyes wide with anticipation. “And walking into my home you now belong to me.”
“Do I now…?” I questioned but it got no answer. His statement wasn’t open for debate.

Oh what a wonderful night indeed.

(Lyrics from Scream by Avenged Sevenfold.)