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Fervent Ice in the Beauty (Insane HORROR Challenge)

Short story By: yuu shindemura



This will be my second B-Label story to date, for the title, I never really have one thus i left it with that; it is still related in the story with a deeper thought.

Thank you for reading.

Submitted:Jul 4, 2009    Reads: 187    Comments: 22    Likes: 6   

Fervent Ice in the Beauty
"…may I have the kiss of a love been scarred…
…Turning into pleasure zealously?"
It was one cold night in the Philippines, the moon is full, winds whisper and a passion ethereal of the clouds stirred the senses of any deception lying in cold mist.
Two silhouettes came walking a desolate, empty park surrounded by woods; silence filled their spaces as their hands clasped with a presence of uncertain serenity in between.
"Melissa, the fact is, you left with that Ekard-just because he's Russian and you're physically attractive-"
"No, like I said, that's not about being him as a Russian, Tom! We've been classmates too, and-well, I'm sorry for leaving you…" said Melissa, cutting Tom's statement midway. Her voice was shaking, as if she was about to let her tears flow down her eyes. She has hazel eyes, a long, black hair and a beauty of half-Chinese half-Japanese, as Tom also looks handsome with a mixed Spanish-Japanese look with black pure doe-eyes.
Tom gazed at the moon; "You became unfaithful to me, after our promise, and after everything that we shared the times and the happiness, as well as sadness…" said he while keeping his gaze fixed surreal on that unreachable heavenly body. He paused, and continued, "…but this sadness is something I cannot forgive."
"Tom…I know, but I still love you, can this be a chance for us? After five years I know," said Melissa as she wiped her tear, "I know I have not been honest, and loyal to you. I was dating Ekard-I know I was attracted to him, but that was a blind attraction, Tom."
Tom sighed heavily, letting go of his gaze on the surreal moon, and stared on Melissa's eyes, yet his face has an insensitive approach. "If you love me, why did you do it with him?"
Melissa's eyes widened, as Tom stared directly on her hazel eyes, he knew too well that it alarmed her. "Tom-how did you-"
"That's not the question, Melissa!" Tom yelled, and that was the first time he called Melissa by her first name for years, as mostly he would be giving her sweet names when they were together.
That strong urge of voice coming from Tom hit her with a terrible stabbing pain in her heart, she wanted to tell him about it, and was too scared, instead, "Tom-everyone's doing it, but the reason was I only thought Ekard was nice!"
"What was that supposed to mean?! We've been on for five years-we never had sex! I respected you as a woman! I know, you-you defiled your own virginity for someone you know for only two months!" Tom raged as his fist clenched with his brows knitted by his anger.
"You kept on saying those words as you wanted!"
"What do you mean?! That we need to have sex just to say we love each other? I-for five years I cannot believe I was dating a whore!" justified Tom.
There would be no end to this, Melissa thought about it after realizing what she had done, clearly men only wanted women for sex, but yet, few men like Tom do respect women. How could I be so foolish? She thought, but she cannot go back now to how she was back then.
"I'm sorry Tom…" said Melissa, and that was the only words she could say, nothing else came out of her lips. Her heart turned to sorrow and betrayal. It served as betrayal for Tom, and also, betrayal for herself as well as Ekard betraying her. She wanted to say something, but suddenly, a deep and sharp sensation came suddenly out of her neck.
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Tom's eyes were trembling; he remained standing to where he was. Melissa saw those eyes, her confusion as well as Tom's unknown fear proved something is wrong. She tried reaching for her neck as she felt fine and smooth fingernails etching to her, and soon, blood flowed in small endeavor.
She was forced by a strong pull of the hands of her assailant, and come face to face with a girl in dark, crimson eyes, messy, long hair and notable huge wings similar to a bat, holding her high enough in which made her feet not touching the ground. Struggling to breathe, Melissa panicked in desperation in an attempt to flee from the stricken grasp.
Suddenly, a smooth, moist matter shoved in her lips, Melissa wasn't able to see it thoroughly but she noticed someone just kissed her.
The girl released Melissa where she fell on the ground. She grimaced in pain, and upon her eyes, she noticed the girl floating just above her, and came gliding closer to.
She screamed on top of her lungs, for the girl doesn't have her legs with her-worse, her hips or lower torso is nowhere to be seen, she was unnaturally flying with only her upper body, with her flesh hanging loosely above her viscera, and she's holding something only Melissa could recognize well enough-
Ekard's decapitated head.
"How was the taste of the sweet blood of your precious lover?" said the girl, not minding Tom who was standing frozen a few meters away from them. Her enormous wings came flapping momentarily for her to remain up in the air, which fanned an even air of fright cold as ice.
Melissa then noticed the salty taste she had-she knew it was a kiss, and now she realized the horror that it was Ekard's severed head that linked her lips conjured with his blood. His eyes were yanked, with the left eye still partly intact, while the right was seen hollow. Blood is still dripping on her neck, and was clutched onto his hair by this horrifying girl. She drew Ekard's head closer to Melissa, making her more frightened and shivering at the same time, a mixture of fear and sadness kept alive wild on her senses.
Within moments, the girl never wasted time-and upon opening her mouth, Melissa felt an immediate sharp pain on her stomach-
Twitching to the pain she felt, she looked with much fear to see the girl's tongue elongated and pierced through her tummy, turning her insides for a taste this girl is trying to savor.
Her eyes cannot believe it, it must be a nightmare.
It's not, and she was dying… veering to her right, Tom watched her die before his eyes. Tom only stood motionless as this horrifying girl is eating her alive. He cannot help her, and was remained still in fear, Melissa wanted to see him for one last time, and he signaled Tom to run, pointing to his direction as blood keeps escaping her lips splattering.
"You deserved it…" said a voice which Melissa cannot believe to whom it belonged-it was Tom. "You are one nice looking whore who would go to a man you could see wanting your flesh." He said with placid eyes and a still look on his face.
Melissa thought she heard him wrong, she knew Tom would protect her from anything; except this is a situation beyond horror. Judging from her appearance, this girl is a manananggal (man-na-nang-gal), or also known as self-segmenter.
Her hopes were dried and was turned into another form of betrayal as Tom drew closer to her while the manananggal was clutching her neck and slowly ripping up her intestine.
She realized Tom was never in fear when he watched this girl maiming her-in fact, he was waiting for that moment, witnessing the bitter violence the detached-bodied girl is enjoying.
"Melissa…" said Tom as he caressed softly her hair for him to gaze her face to. "…does Ekard's skin feel the same as how Mikas is doing this to you?"
Melissa kept silent. Who is Mikas, she wanted to ask, but she cannot any more produce her voice for the question. Then it hit her almost the same time she thought about it, Mikas is the girl eating her. Tom kept gazing his eyes to hers, waiting for an answer.
Was that an insult? Ekard's skin, as how Tom said it, he was pointing the fact of what happened between her and Ekard. She could only shake her head slowly, trying to say "no". Tom smiled after, and an evil sneer at that.
"You see Melissa; women should not be that dense or foolish when it comes to sex." said Tom as he stood up, went closer to Mikas. "After your intimate meeting, as I had known, about five times you and he had sex encounters, you know yourself how many times really it has been, he left you, and now you came coming back to me after he broke your heart out."
Tom paused, and bent himself a little closer with a serious tone on his voice, "Am I just another whore to you that you can use whenever you need me?"
Melissa was hurt by his words, but she cannot argue no more, she knew her fate with this, and the pain as her intestines were ruthlessly yanked by Mikas was an added trouble. Her intestines were seen in bolus formation as her stomach was further ripped by Mikas by just using her elongated tongue.
Breathing heavily, Melissa attempted to hold Tom-but Tom kept a distance to her, holding Mikas' shoulder after.
"When I was hurt by your actions, you should know how hurt I was. We were about to get married, I told you to wait for a year and you promised…we promised," said Tom, pausing a little and continued, "you promised you will wait, and we would be 24 years old as we will be joined in the promised covenant of marriage. But you didn't, Melissa, you strayed away from me…your lust won over your love, if you ever had loved me."
She wanted to say she really loved Tom, her feelings for him remained strong, and she only had an infatuation which turned as a grave mistake. Ekard took her virginity from her, and upon realizing her mistakes she wanted to make up to Tom in any way she can.
But Tom didn't permit it-he doesn't want to, he don't need to. "Weak girls such as you who only felt happiness in a stolen passion shouldn't be needed to make second chances, Melissa. You tried telling me, and you somehow expect after all that has happened I would forgive you. You're too naïve, and hollow-even shallow. You should have known your feelings more, not given up your virginity, and mostly, our promise-" Tom halted for a second before pulling enough air to shout, "we promised, Melissa!"
"Tom…" Mikas intruded as she flipped her tongue out of Melissa's intestines, her lips were painted by Melissa's rich and warm blood dripping. "She's already dying, I can feel her heart slowly stopping and skipping up a few beats. It's enough now, you have delivered her your hatred."
Tom nodded to Mikas in response, and looked to Melissa for the last time, saying, "Melissa, good bye…Mikas saved me from your infidelity-while I was in dire situation of losing you, she kept me alive-and understood the pain I felt." Tom unbuttoned his polo shirt, revealing a huge scar on his chest which Melissa can still see even with her faint vision.
"I gave my heart to Mikas, this scar proves it. She tasted the grief and the love flowing mine, and has acknowledged it-giving my heart to her is a sure faith of my love for Mikas. You may not be able to see her in her reverted-human look, but she has a beauty of an innocent angel, with eyes featured to be teary, thin lips that invite a kiss. All her features match well with her satin white dress blood-tinged." Said Tom, eyeing sweetly to Mikas; Mikas only look at him with serene eyes, and veered back to Melissa, opening her lips where her tongue grew slowly, ready to dealt the final pain to Melissa.
"This I can say, I love Mikas…and farewell, Melissa."
With those cold statements marked as the end, Mikas stabbed deeper to Melissa's flesh using her tongue. Melissa's eyes were bleeding as the gushes of blood went flowing excessively towards her head. With a passionate fervor, Mikas bent closer to her neck and slit up her veins, tasting and drinking her blood as it runs overflowing her tongue, running down to her chest, staining her white garment in crimson dye. Tom watched Mikas in vile sweetness of the contentment of the taste of her ex-girlfriend.
Of course, even if Mikas doesn't have her lower torso just yet, but her intestine and viscera are remained intact.
Footsteps were heard alongside soon enough; Mikas' lower torso and feet came walking near them out of the woods. She was already about to finish her meal, and upon tasting Melissa's sweetness of flesh and meat, Mikas cleaved her mouth using her fingenails; eating up her soft tongue coated with her own blood and licking her eyes for its flavor. Finally, Mikas withdrew from the upper part to acquire Melissa's ovaries-the most favored taste of self-segmenters: ovaries and the whole reproductive system of the female.
"…she's pregnant…!" Mikas blurted in her ecstasy of tasting the newly-developed fetus on Melissa's womb, though Tom was not surprised, he already knew it beforehand, he have close friends as his resources of knowing Melissa's condition. She tasted it fervently with her tongue as its parts went down to her throat. Lucid to the fetus' taste, Mikas moaned in contentment as the last supple of meat of the luscious fetus came inside her mouth.
Shortly, after finishing her succulent meal, Mikas attached herself to her lower torso.
"Did you have an enjoyable meal?" said Tom in a zealous manner, locking his arms on her waist.
"Yes…my dear, it is a taste I seek, the juice of the rich blood of a fetus… but it's not as delicious as your heart that you gave to me…the taste of your dear heart remained timeless around my taste buds…an enticing savor it was for me." said Mikas, squinting to Tom with her arms around his neck.
The night grew longer; Tom went closer to Mikas for his kiss, the ravage lust of sweet blood in her lips meeting his. It was a kiss received from someone who has a love that has been scarred, and now has turned into zealous pleasure.
Mastermosher's sentence given: Tom watched her die before his eyes.
Insert song information:
Title: Hybrid Stigmata
Artist: Dimmu Borgir
NOTE: A manananggal (man-na-nang-gal) or self-segmenter is a Philippine mythological creature, with the features noted as cited in the short story; and all of them are females. Their primary targets are pregnant women. In translation of Filipino language, "manananggal" literally mean not as exact to the words but akin to "butcher" or "slaughter" probably due to her ability of her lower torso detaching the upper part of her body.


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