“Are you studying for an exam, or something?”

He looked up from his book and found himself staring at the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes he’d seen.

Sitting across from him in the train bogey, her face radiated an innocence he’d never seen in another human being before. She was Venus, Helen, Juliet; she was all of them, and yet, so much more. Her face seemed more than likely to launch a thousand ships, to sink a thousand more, to cause accidents on crowded highways; why, the very wind seemed to mellow as if it were too scared to touch something so beautiful and so perfect. She was elegant in ways that the romantics of an age gone past had never dreamed. Her hair, so soft, so pure, acting as a frame to the most beautiful painting ever imagined. Her features were so delicate, and yet, seemed the work of a hundred master artisans who’d slaved night and day for their entire lives, to ensure that everything, from the rise of her brow to the tip of her nose, from the lobe of her ears to her chin, oh, her chin! He felt a need to wrench his eyes out of his head because nothing he could ever lay his eyes on again would be the same! Nature, in all her many wondrous ways, had created this creature in front of him, and everything else in the world would only pale in comparison, no, not pale, act as a reminder of how unfitting a world it is! To house such beauty in the midst of such vile squalor (for what else could this world, or any world, be, when compared to such a heavenly jewel?) was the vilest sin, the cruelest act! Oh, how he longed to hide her from the world, and create a shrine to her, filled with happiness and mirth, so that this beautiful soul would never know the sorrow of man!

She smiled.
It was like all the clouds had parted, and the Gods themselves had strewn pearls across the sky. He knew he had to talk to her, had to make her his.

He got up and went over.

…

She smiled.

How many had she been through before this? Who knows? Who cares?! They were all the same, with just one thing on their mind. And by the time she got done with them, they’d all beg, just like this one would. She could do things that few people could fathom, let alone do. This one would be just like the others. Strong at first, weak at the end.

“May I join you?” he asked.

She looked up. She could see the love in his eyes. Oh, yes, this will be fun. And the master; he’ll be so happy with this one! All juicy and tender. Positively ripe for the plucking.

And there will be blood, oh yes, there will.

How utterly delicious.