...Until Death Do Us Part

I felt the warmth of the soon to be deceased life surround my cold, hard, metal surface for the third time as Master forced my entire body into the soft and tender flesh of the young manï§s torso. Each thrust felt as if I were being buried into silk. This was my soul purpose, to rip, to tear...to kill.

Droplets of sweat ran down my handle as Master's hot grip tightened for the death thrust into my feast, his face in a grimace of hatred and fury as I looked to him, pleading for approval.

Master let me stay and relish in the last moments of warmth that could be found when enraptured in a dying body. I was drenched in that beloved red liquid, which was now getting cooler by the second. The aroma of the blood hypnotized me into a swoon of ecstasy. Just the scent of it made my heart ache to devour all I could. Blood always taste best hot with heart and soul still pulsing through it, so I absorbed the fulfilling flavor of it as fast as possible, savoring every sweet drop until it stained by body once again.

Suddenly, Master's eyes appeared wild. He was staring directly at me! Had I done wrong? I realized then, that the man whom we were trying to kill was still alive and trying to get up. Looking around, in a mad panic, I tried to figure out what I could do. I then realized that the right edge of my silver blade was pressed against a major artery. Using gravity for assistance, my handle tilted towards the ground which forced my blade to burst up through the blood cavity. The feast I so much adored poured out onto me. I bathed in it maniacally as the man fell into the hands of death.

Master started to cackle and I knew then that I had done my job to his satisfaction. My heart sang with love. He was proud. My purpose had been served.

He removed me from the body carefully and then washed me with clean warm water, cleansing every inch of my body, from my jewel-lined handle to my death enforcing point. Master even polished me with a soft wax to make me look beautiful again. The gentle caressing of his hands moved over my body and I let out a soft moan of serenity too faint for any mortal to hear.

My whole body, handle, piercing edges, stabbing point, was now completely erased of all traces of the kill. Master slid me comfortably into my sheath slowly and patted my side in a sign of affection., where I shall lay faithfully, at his side, until death do us part