A Vampire’s Curse

The taste of your blood, so sweet
the way it’s soothes my parched throat,
I feel my wounds close
My body reformed into its perfect porcelain.

Daylight find me hiding in between shadows,
With every heartbeat, I find myself hungover
With every death, I find my companion
In this cold dead world.

The dusk finds me waltzing
Finding a partner to dance with,
With screams of strife,
My pet, your fear buys me dinner.

Your essence of life,
Your longing to live a pig’s life
It is my precious treasure,
A pig must die one as well.

A luxury and a bore
in knowing life has no length.
Allows me many to warm my bed
a tragic consequent in my dull life.


Denied to walk among living again
I contain my anguish,
Oh to feel the softness of a breast
Oh to stop playing with my food.

Your blood,
My alcohol my drugs.
Demon of the night,
The devil to your dreams.

Seeking and feeding,
Always out stalking prey,
Sucking on humans bleeding,
I flee at the coming of day.

You humans are nothing compared to death’s scope,
With the full extent of my wrath,
You humans just pray and hope,
For I am destined to walk Satan’s path.





3 AM

It starts at 2AM, after the party ends and when you have enough time to clear up. It is when you finally have time to sink down on the ground, and observe everything around you. The way strangers lay drunk on your favorite couch, where you see your roommate snogging a guy who’s not good for her. The way your classmates sprawl themselves on your floor, clutching empty bottles. Bottles you downed to enjoy and adjust to the noise and the chaos around you.

Chaos. It’s 2:30 AM and you can feel the pain and exhaustion roll your body. The room gets stuffier and you find yourself inhaling the smoke from some girl’s extinguished cigarette butt. You told yourself that it was the last time you call a bunch of people over and host a party. A tired smile stretches across your face, after all, it wasn’t a bad night.  Yet a nagging feeling, which you pushed down a long time ago resurfaces…


Did you enjoy the party? Did you have fun?


Sure you did, you tell yourself. Yeah, the party was fun. You met loads of people. Hell, even the cool kids came over.  This was definitely one of the rowdiest nights you’ve had in a while.


But, did you have fun?


Did you?  Did you speak to someone? Anyone? A person who cared? Did you find someone who knew about you and who wanted to find out more about you? Or did they just come for the ‘fun’? Were you an extra in your own party?

You don’t like these thoughts. So you try to think of something else. You’ve settled down, you’ve found a group to like you.

You stare at the clock in front of you. It’s 3AM.

They like you. Isn’t it?


After all these nights, you know what’s coming next.

You look up to face yourself in the mirror in front of you. Broken sometime during the night, you see only jagged pieces of your face together.

Large, bloated face, with blood shot eyes. You’ve seen it all before. You’ve laughed at this face. Called this face pathetic.

Who would want to be friends with an elephant? You had no reason to have any friend. You’re loud, opinioned, stubborn and strong willed. Your friends find you brash and rude. They laugh at your mistakes. At your marks.

At you.

You can’t breathe suddenly.


It’s 3:15 AM

You step out onto the open ledge. You breathe again. Your lungs eagerly breathe in the nip in the night air. The stillness makes you aware of the loneliness the night has to offer.

Your tee shirt feels twice as tight suddenly. The ledge is dark and is a definitely more than ten feet above the ground. You feel exposed under the moonlight. The night stars offer no solution. You hate your skin.

Mosquitoes buzz around your head. The air clears any type of buzz you had. Deep breathes scratch against your throat. You feel faint hearted.

They comment about me. The time during the presentation. The time during the shoot. The time during the photo session. I was the awkward one of the pile. I was the one chosen last. I was the runt of the litter.

No one else ever needed you. You didn’t either. Did you? No you didn’t. You never do. You can survive on your own.


Your feet have a life of their own.


You find your feet at the edge of the ledge. You sit down there. Dangle your legs in the open space beneath it.


It’s 3:30AM

You struggle to think of anything that makes you happy. People- maybe older friends. Maybe they see beyond your flaws.

Breathing becomes heavier as you stick your hands in your pocket. Your phone, you can’t find it. It’s not where you thought you had it last. Your mind runs through the events from the night.

You hadn’t thought this through. You remember every glance and scoff thrown your way. You remember everything you thought you’d ignore. You know they noticed you conscious. You know they continued.

Your phone.

Your phone.

Where was your phone?

You don’t know if that was the past you talking in your head, desperate to ignore the unwanted attention or if it was the present you, desperately trying to ignore the party.

You find your phone next to your knee.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.


The stars look beautiful tonight.

I always wish on stars, nothing has happened yet. Am I not worth a miracle?


It’s 3:45AM

You’re tired. You’re just so fucking tired.

You stare straight in front of you and all you can see is a chaos of buildings together.

The hidden emotions that stayed inside for so long. That stayed hidden. That you wanted to keep in. They all come out

Your heart betrayed further.

Remember when you thought you had a chance with him? And then saw him making out with her in your room? Wasn’t she the one who had always told you that you had a shot at being with him?

Was she always with him?
Did he know too?
Was this just a game or a prank by them?

You shake your head, you know better than that. She was your best friend maybe she liked him too? Maybe she was drunk. You knew she was and so was he. Maybe they both were drunk. Both were interested in each other. That’s good, you would be happy for them.

This wasn’t the first time you were rejected for your friend anyway.

You can feel the tee shirt cut through your skin. You always loved this top. The blue always made you feel comfier. Yet now you could feel the excess fat around you.

It’s 4:00AM
Exhaustion eats you alive.

You can feel your mental breakdown attacking your heart. The constant beating makes it difficult to hear anything else.

You want to stand up. You do. But you sway, your legs refusing to help you, drained of any energy to give you. Tilting over the ledge-

Maybe. Just maybe. More to the left and then-


But the ground looks so nice and smooth. No bones to be too badly damaged. Just a few broken bones and pile of clothes and skin.


No more pain. No more self-doubt. No more questions. No more pressure. No more ‘eyes down hood up’.

It tempts you. All too much but you run away from there. You rush back inside the rooms. To other people. The snores and the smell. Anything to bring you out of this.

You strain to find anyone to talk to. To talk to you about regular life. To talk you out of this.


It’s 4:15 AM.

And now you find the pills.

You stand opposite the bathroom mirror.


You face looks lifeless. Sunken eyes poring back into yours.

Sleeping pills. Your roommate had insomnia. You know the procedure.

One pill and a glass of water and then to bed. If nothing happens try another pill after two hours. No more than two in a day. Otherwise it would prove to be fatal.

You know all this. You reminded her during her worse days.

The bottle opens easily, used to the regular use.

Pills fall out easily.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten
Ten pills. Exactly ten. It must be a sign.

You stare hard. You remember how you screamed at your roommate, overdosed on accident.

You empty the contents on your hand back in the bottle.

You stare at the mirror for another whole minutes and begin to furiously wash and scrub your face.


It’s just 4:30AM.

You stare at toilet seat. All the alcohol and the junk you at the previous night run back to you. You taste it in your mouth before you rush to it and puke right into the bowl.


And puke again.


By the time you empty your stomach, open the windows and air out the stench, you feel a little lighter.

Maybe I can try this for another day.

You have given up trying to remind your brain of what’s right and wrong. You just face your wash again.


It’s finally past five am.


You walk back to the balcony. The early morning air hits your face. The sun hasn’t hit the skies yet but you can see light in the summer sky.

“Hey, awake already?” It’s a girl from the party. You don’t know her name, you smile her a good morning.

Suddenly the day doesn’t seem too bad and the morning stars shine a bit brighter.

“The sky looks pretty”
“Hmm. I always adore mornings. Nights are scary. Apparently 3AM is called the ghost hour. That’s when demons and ghosts come to life.” She shiver.

The smell of green tea hits you, as she offers you a sip off her cup. You hungrily take you large gulps.

She laughs and calls you a dog for almost finishing her tea. The sound hits the air and the morning birds’ chirp along with her.

You look at her and her eye smile makes you smile back.

The rising sun was better with another person to watch along with.


You’re not alone.
You overcame the ghost hour and now live to see another day.






“So why were you up all night again?”
“Oh I was facing my demons. I won.”
“Ooh! A hero!”

She winks at you.
Yup, definitely not alone.


The night sky winks at me, teasing me, as if she was about to reveal all my secrets, challenging me almost. But she was the only one who could get away with it. She was the only one who knew all my secrets.  It’s been years since I lost him. I thought I had learnt my lesson then, but then history repeats itself.  I thought I was old enough to know better. I crept too close, too soon. Overwhelmed with love and desire, I sought him out.

Why do you insist on hurting people?
Don’t you know better than this?
Do you see how people try and shun you away?
You’re the main cause to my headache!
Your love burned him.

I heard all the abuses, all the curses. Finally my mother tried to convince me that maybe it was best if I stayed alone for a while. I did.  Years of solitude and angst, and I burned in my shell.  My own issues increased. I was angry and I glared at everyone.  They were the reason I was like this.  They made me like this. My mother made me like this. Why did she make me dark and hot tempered?  Why did she take him away from me?  My solace, my peace, my lover, my friend.

We did meet again. We worked together, so it wasn’t difficult to see that fair face.  But we barely spoke.
This carried on for a few years.
But then
I fell in love again.
I did it all again in the end.
At least now I knew what was going to happen.
Only worse.

I remember seeing a young boy, barely a day over seventeen, crying. He was cradling the body of another boy.  He had lost someone.

We aren’t so different now ye and I, I thought to myself.

I am going to see him again today.
I have been warned not to even look him.
I am so, so bad for him.

But as I see him, time around me seems to stop.  I find him a tad weaker, but the same smile as he winks at me.
I can’t breathe, heat rushes around me. I stay still while he waltzes over towards me.

“One would think that after the third solar eclipse, I would get rejection.”  He grins at me.

Oh, those pearly white, that cheeky grin.

“I never rejected you” I cannot help but whisper.
“I know and I know what they say…. But I don’t care. I love it when you bottom.”  He whispers back, wrapping his arms around me. “Dear Solar, I don’t mind using my all, just to see you under me.”

I blush, the red that comes naturally to me looks furious against my face. “Knight of my life, I love you, but let’s not do that for a while. I am stronger than you. I could have burned you cold.”

He doesn’t bother answers, leaning against me, but eventually  hums, looking at the sky around us before standing on his toes and murmurs against my lips “Then I’ll settle for the best night of my life, can you give that to me” before kissing the life out of me.

Oh, yes. I am willing to put up with night puns from him for the rest of my life, if I get these kisses forever.

I love you, my moon.

The stars never shone brighter than today.


He could barely contain his breathing, seeing them together. He watched him stroking her arm, her smile responding to the intimate gesture. His heart was conflicted, how could he ever confess, when the object of his affection had someone else in their mind?

He didn’t realise when he started walking towards them as they both looked up from their coffees. As their face brightened, he could feel his heart hurt. They were perfect together and he knew it, even if they couldn’t see it. Why did his feelings insist on tearing her away from him, when he knew his fantasies could never come true? He was their best friend, who wanted nothing more than to see them both happy and he knew that they would be the happiest with each other. But yet, all he wanted was to be seen as more than just a confidant, more than just an agony aunt, more than just a best friend.

But how could he when all he could see was h….

“HI!! Where were you? We’ve been waiting for so long” The tall boy looked across at him.

“I- um… Traffic” He stammered

“This was the first time you never called, do you know how worried I wa-“ the former tried to restart

“YAH! Who cares, as long as you’re here now, I’m hungry, quickly order something” The girl interrupted

He knew, that she knew how he felt. He knew she knew from the start, right from the moment he had walked in on their kiss. He knew she wished that things were different. But they weren’t.  She had the school’s heartthrob that everyone wanted. He knew that she honestly did not want to give that up.

They finished their coffees and walked out to leave, the couple immediately noticing something that had been distressing their best friend.

“Okay, spit it out” The boy spoke
“There is nothing to say” He stopped
“Liar” She whispered
“You like someone”
“DO I KNOW THE GIRL? HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME? What kind of best friend are you?”
“It’s one sided”
“Her loss”
“I don’t think so”
“Well… Can’t you set him up with your friends?” He turned to his girlfriend
“I don’t think that would work” She said, looking at the boy in front of her who was clearly struggling with an inner turmoil.
“Urgh, just try? Okay, what’s the name?”

She wanted to move away, unable to control her own feelings. She knew her relationship was hurting him. But she loved him so much, both of them- Just one in a romantic way and the other not.

She looked him in the eye and realized he was going to finally say it out loud.

“I need to go to the washroom” She murmured quietly, quickly getting up, wanting to walk away unable to see the heartbreak that was inevitable.
“Stay, he’s going to tell us the name” Her boyfriend said excitedly

She looked back at the boy who was opening up to them. He looked pained, conflicted, hurt but nodded “Stay”.

She stayed.

He looked at his best friends, the school’s model boy and the charming girl who acted more like a brother than his own brother did.
He looked at his best friends, and cursed himself for ever having to face this day.  Looking down he said

“I like you”

She heard it. So did he. Both of them stared at him.

The boy looked up.

The boy in front of them wasn’t looking at the girl, but the guy.

The boy finally laughed at his best friend’s ‘confession’

“Fine, I won’t ask you”

He missed hearing the latter’s heart break but saw the face that smiled at him.

“It’s true”

He took him in a headlock and continued laughing.

She was the only one who saw the pain her best friend was in.

[PROMPT: REPLY 1997; The relationship between Seo In Guk & Howon]

Envy- Seven Deadly Sin Universe

The shutter clicked and it sounded as if it had deeply inhaled. He felt the same. The roundness of her swollen nipple, as she pinched them, made her throw her head back.  She stripped of her thin lace underwear.

He stared at her clit. The reflection from her well placed mirror.

It looked pink, and soft, and almost entirely hairless, aside from a red stripe that seemed like a perfect landing strip to guide his way. His hands almost shook when his camera caught her fingering herself to climax.

But he was a professional.

The first time was in a bar.

He heard her first. The footsteps of nine inch heels.  He smelt her next. Musky, yet feminine. Then he saw her. Right in front of him. He stared at her full breasts bouncing as she danced. The way her dress skirted a bit too high as she moved. As she sinfully bit her lip.

That was the first time he saw her.

He traces her soft skin through the pictures. Wondering who would be touching them at that very moment. A flare of envy rushes through him. That should be him. Worshipping that nipple or sucking that neck.

He wants it.


The second time was outside her apartment’s building.

He stood there as she walked into the building in a hurry. The pouring rain outlined her black bra, her top wrinkling up as she tried to open the stubborn door.

He stood there until she entered her first floor apartment. Watched her strip off her soaking top and her shorts before she hurried to draw the lace curtains. They did nothing to hide her from him.

Under the pouring rain, he finally focused his camera.

He imagined how she’d feel under him. Some days she’d be loud as he’d finger her tight clit, hungrily grinding on them. Others she’d eagerly suck him off.  But he comes the most to the sound of her whining in the back of her throat, so desperate that she resorts to begging, a string of ‘pleaseohpleasepleaseplease‘ shamelessly escape her lips. It would give him a rush, an incredible high that his mere presence can reduce her to this, to a pleading mess writhing underneath him.

He wonders if cum stains the photographs. Though her clit look good with it on it.

Then there the time  near her office, a café.

She was with a man. Her boyfriend presumably. Someone he had seen her before.
They sit in a corner. He sits diagonally across.

His camera captured moment that people wouldn’t have noticed.

His hand in her skirt. Her legs quivering. Him pulling two fingers from under her skirt. She sucking them while still looking at him.

The last time was in her bedroom. He waited till she fell asleep before slowly stripping off her covers. His imagination did not let him down. His fingers stroke lines on her skin. She moans and turns.  She looks good naked. Sleep. Drugged, not heavy enough.

He finally kisses her. Coaxing noises out of her. Not too harsh. He wants this to last.
It simply fuels the need possessing him because her lips taste of the pleasure to come.

She doesn’t move when he prepares her. But he ignore her, taking his time stretching her. Three  fingers in. He now knows she can take it.

She moans. And grinds. Moving her hips on the fingers that fuck her.

She moves,  signalling her awaking. He thrusts in fast, his nails digging into her hips. And then she hisses, wide awake with fear. That only adds to his pleasure. He’s prepared for this. He covers her mouth with his handkerchief and she falls back on the bed. He continues his thrusts. His sucking. His marking. And stops when he’s finally satisfied.

The bed stops creaking.

He pulls back to admire his handiwork. The swollen, red lips, hickeys around her neck and breast, topped with his cum. Some in her, some on her.

It does look good on her.

It doesn’t matter if he couldn’t hear her worship his name.
Maybe the next one.
He is a professional after all.


You think that you’re locked in this cage called a relationship
You assume that what we’re doing is just lying
You think I don’t know about you’re secret rendezvous
What you don’t realise, is that my heart still beats when I hear you laugh.

You say that I confine you,
that I suffocate you.
Yet I give you space to explore, to travel, to learn, to love;
Only, you learnt it all, but not love me, as I do.

You think you can hide those love bites with a new scarf,
and say that you hurt yourself the previous day.
But I know better than to ask you how you fell,
Because in reality, the only one that is hurt is me.

You say that you can’t wait to run away from us
But don’t you see how all I wanted to do was to make you happy
You keep seeing your pain and assume I want the same as you do
But I don’t, I just wanted us.

You say you’re just a slave here, you’re in pain
That you can’t get out of this relationship
But what you don’t see are these chains tied across my heart,
If there is a slave to pain, that would be me.