Another fic heta. The characters belong to Himaruya: COLD
Are you cold, right? It makes no sense denying it, I feel like tremble every time you play. You shiver with cold and fear, I know the way I look, I know you know I'm here, yet I really can see. It's more fun that way, do not you think, Ivan? Your blood drops on the snow, screaming in pain. Your pretty face is smeared with the crimson substance. It is a strange thing for a ghost like me. In a way I hate it because it was not me who has shed your blood red delicious, but I can not help rejoicing in evoking the sweet flavor that takes on your skin, warmth in my cold, dead hands. Your lips are so soft ... even when they are without fatmine. Because only I can touch you, only I can hit you and caress you to make you lose consciousness. The warmth of your body and your heart make me feel so alive as I have not felt in centuries, the millennia of my existence. I've been waiting for eternity, Ivan. You were always meant for me. You stole my heart on sight, that little boy with blond hair and angelic face, shy smile and sad eyes. I always knew you were special. You were so naive back then, remember how you let me in your house without even asking my name. So you felt alone, Ivan? Did enough to trust your life in a soulless be like me? You loved the people around you, your people, your sisters. What hadI for you to merit your warm smiles? Maybe you contributed to this desperate state. You had no money and were spending hunger. Your people went hungry. I remember wondering if I was sad, because he never smiled, nor will I ever. Should I be happy a monster like me, I replied. You just told me that monsters do not exist - naive of you - and that while the past and the pain traveled on a person, they should not ever lose your smile. So far has always been faithful to that word. Even after each torture after each abuse, you're still smiling. I've never really known how to deal with your smiles. Many tears and blood you shed for me, my sole and exclusive enjoyment, and yet ... I wonder why, if IAvia. I know you have a strong body, you have shown me many times. Your skin tastes so good ... I want to savor it fully. You see, Ivan? Not as bad as you think. You have left to mourn, I wonder why. Look at you I do not need to know how embarrassed you feel, I know from experience that in situations like this your face is not only red blood and shock. I know you're scared, but did not recognize. You cling to me hard, you're tired, about to lose consciousness. Not even the alcohol could ease the way you feel. Finally, your arms fall on snow, I feel your warm breath and relax suddenly. But it's not something I really care. Have you stopped shaking, your face is shown smiling and pure. I know
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