Incubus: Feelingz 4 Lyfe

This is a contest entry for Katrocks'  DIMFWB contest. We are supposed to write from Death's point of view on emotions he is feeling with Faith... This should be interesting.

Sorry Kat, I know there was supposed to be a certain title for this but... I just couldn't resist making this cover and slapping this title on it. It fits the story. xD

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     Every creature has a soul, and behind every soul there is a heart. Mortal idiots (mostly the female population) claim that the heart is in charge of the emotions they feel. Well if any human had more sense than a popsicle, they'd understand that the emotions come from your soul. 

     Now you see, my soul is just like my heart. It is dark, twisted, and sometimes I wonder if it's even there, haunting the heart that shadows behind it. I'll have to admit, when I saw those blue eyes and blonde pigtails I couldn't quite understand the feeling that hit me that day in the store.

     Without another thought I was offering a piece of my dark soul to a child that clutched a teddy bear tighter than her own life. With my soul, I began feeling that strange attatchment to the girl, and even found myself in horrid situations that involved tutus and tea parties.

     Then, she decided to hit the double digits.

     At this very moment, I couldn't believe that I sacrificed so much to keep this slab of meat safe. I didn't understand why I kept her alive that day. Sure, I knew she'd be the one after a while, but was it truly worth it?

     Was giving a piece of my very life, my soul, worth all of this trouble? I wanted nothing more than to dig my claws into the soft flesh of her throat and pull back as fast and sharply as I could. Maybe I'd even set a record for myself.

     The thought of her blood just trickling down between my fingers sent a wild thrill to my heart, causing it to beat faster with excitement. I figured that I no longer had to deal with this disrespectful, nearly worthless, hard headed, moronic, female creature any longer!

     Then I saw them.

     Those same blue eyes that looked at me that day in the store. The same look of fear behind her tears, and the same girl I was forced to have tea parties with. She was still there, and I wondered how she fought off the darkness of my soul for so long.

     The darkness I placed in her as a child was a beacon to all creatures. It lured the most wicked of all, and the most pathetic. I was still trying to protect her, and at this point I wasn't sure why I did it anymore. I use the excuse of being her Guardian Angel, but is that truly what it is?

     The whole idea that I am second guessing myself wants me to kill her myself. I have never thought that this girl would ever make me think against myself, or even make me think at all! She is an object, with a heavy price on her head. This girl will be my salvation, and I will not let her screw it up for me any longer.

     I will be the one to kill her, just not yet.

     Oh how I can't wait to take a bit out of that bittersweet, strawberry soul.