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I didn't know where she came from. I didn't care where she came from. I just wanted to be with her.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her blonde hair twisting around her face in the light breeze. She wore a white dress, almost the same as her skin. It blew away at her knees. Her eyes jade green, shining at me, able to be seen from space. Her lips were a slightly pink version of her skin, barely there, but beautiful. She was so fragile.

She had said nothing. She stood there, twenty feet from me, staring at me. There was nobody else on the hiking trail on this summer day, with the sun barely escaping the clouds overhead. She watched me, no expression on her face.

I had stopped when I had seen her. I don't know how long ago it had been, but we seemed to stare at each other, watch each others souls for what seemed like eons.

She turned and walked into the forest. I followed obediently. Not a word was exchanged, but I had to follow her. I had to know her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. The most beautiful thing mankind could encounter.

There was no path, yet she neither tripped nor stuttered nor stammered in her walking. She placed each foot gently but confidently. She did not turn to see if I was following. She knew.

The hill got steep. She did not quicken nor slow her pace. She had done this before, had lured others away. I trotted carefully; she had no need to.

The trees were thick, almost blocking out the sun, creating a early morning twilight. She appeared to sparkle in this light. She would have sparkled in any light, would have been the queen of the world with just one smile.

I don't know why this was happening to me. I didn't care. If she had stepped in front of any other man on any other day, they would have done the same. It was her eyes. They were spellbinding.

The world seemed to still as I followed her into the trees. No birds were heard. No insects crawling, no trees sighing, no buzzing of the world. Even the slight breeze had not penetrated the forest. Stillness surrounded.

The ground sloped into a plain. She did not look back once as she slid out of the forest into a clearing. I had wished so much that she looked back at me. I raced as fast as I could to the clearing. I rounded the last tree with my heart beating faster than possible.

She stood in the middle. She was looking at me. Waiting.

I stood at the edge, frozen. Mesmerized.

I fell. I didn't understand why at first, and then I felt it. The pain. More pain then I had ever felt before. I screamed, breaking the stillness that was. I didn't have time to attempt to stand, I was already being pulled to the center of the clearing.

I looked around, eyes wild for answers. Beautiful vixens of all sorts started slowly walking into the center, into the beautiful girl. They were all as beautiful as her, all beyond one mans imagination. Two had me by each arm and were dragging me to their queen.

They had slashed the back of my knees with knives.

They were speaking in a language I did not understand, their tongues softly pressing against teeth to create syllables. They chanted, barely audible to me. They all repeated the same words in this language.

They all carried knives.

They dropped me in the middle. They staked my hands to the ground. I was still in shock, both from pain and from beauty.

They cut me, chanting their new native tongue. Theirs voices rose and fell, rose and fell with each slice of flesh, I cried, screamed for mercy, but my tongue was not theirs, and they did not understand. Then a brunette vixen took my tongue.

They took a jab to my kidney.

They pierced my stomach.

They cut off my fingers, knuckle by knuckle.

One showed a fondness for my left eye.

I bled. They rubbed their fingers on my blood, they took their fingers to their mouths.

They drank me and cut me and chanted my curse.

Stillness returned. I could not struggle, I could not move.

The blonde beauty stood over me as all the others watched, silent. Still.

She leaned over and kissed my blood filled mouth. Her tongue licked my teeth and stole my breath. Her taste replaced that of blood as the blood leaked out the edges of of my lips. She bit my bottom lip seductively, pulled it until it ripped off into her mouth. She was in love as much as I was.

As the chanting returned in a scream from all, the tip of her knife wedged into my heart. The last thing that remained with me as I died was the look on her face. The face that I had loved, as it slowly chewed on my flesh.

I don't you can see, I only use my superpowers for good...


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