Who would have imagined it would have hurt this much? Then again, the woman shouldn’t have been surprised. It was like she was falling, deep down, drowning in flames while something sucked at her very soul.

The demon tape-work ripped through her skin as easily as paper as the ravenette fell back against the soft grass of the forest. Yet there was no comfort in that. The tiny blades stung her like millions of needles, and all she seemed to hear was the sound of teeth tearing through flesh.

I liked you, you know.

The voice almost seemed to project into her head.

Maybe I wont swallow you. I’ll keep you. You didn’t want to be alone, right?

Clawed fingers dug at the ground as a string of saliva made it’s way down her cheek.

I’ll turn you into the thing you hate the most. Me. Or..something like me, anyway.

She could have sworn as she took her very last breath that she heard the strange creature laugh.

You’ll be able to come back some day. But when you do..

They’ll have to be willing to be your host.

Today was the day.

No more waiting.

Helena stepped out of her home for the last time, closing the door and wandering off. She didn’t need keys or money, or anything at all, at this point. All she had to do was make it to a private place where no one would have to see what was about to happen, and just to let herself be.

The woman gave out a small grunt as she set down the incredibly heavy package on the front doorstep of Snug’s home. The safe was wrapped with paper, and the only note was tapped to the safe itself with the combination to open it.

Snug had already made it perfectly clean that he couldn’t deal with Helena’s issues, so she wanted to remind him of them the least amount possible while still leaving him things.

Inside of the safe was quite the large amount of money, jewelry, pearls, and other  valuable treasures. Other than that, Helena left nothing personal, and hopefully nothing that would stir up any memories.

Taking one last look at the house, she turned away to head off for the last time.

cannibalsam asked: Sam approaches what he hopes to be the girl's house, standing for a brief moment before making a few knocks at the door. Despite having just received a key to the house he thought it'd still be rude to just walk in. He waited before knocking again hoping he wasn't too late. "Helena??"

Well this was unexpected. Helena knew that voice, though she hadn’t actually heard it in quite some time.

Sam was in for a slight shock as the woman opened the door, for she looked very much different than the last time they’d met. er hair, previously flaming red, had grown out, and the woman had stopped feeling the need to dye it. Now it was a deep raven color, causing her skin to look all the more pale. Her golden eyes, so bright before, held strange little brown specks of color in them, and similar, larger tanned patches of skin found their way over her arms and back, and even on her legs.

What was most concerning however was her belly area. Even with as much as she had been eating before she’d simply stopped two days ago, she was so very skinny. If Sam tried, he would most likely be able to wrap his arms around her middle twice.

“W-well, hello there,” the woman said sheepishly. “I admit, you came a little faster than I expected. Sorry, I haven’t quite finished cleaning the place out yet. But..” She pulled open the door, unsure if he wanted to enter or not.

It’s funny how suddenly people start getting sad when you tell them you’re going to die.

It’s like that whole ‘you don’t appreciate what you’ve got until it’s gone’ thing. 

Someone got sad for me today, when they never actually spoke to me once in the past, other than passing possibly once or twice. We’ve known of each other, but never truly sat down and spent time together and..he got really sad.

I don’t understand it.  In a way, I don’t think I can comprehend other people’s emotions anymore.

I think I’ve really grown tired of putting other  people first.

I was the one who tried to offer helping hands. I always had to initiate the conversations or the hang out times.

I is the key phrase in all of that.

Is it wrong that I wish I’d had a friend that would think of me first? Even just once? Someone who actually thought of me as..I dunno, more.

What I had where people who enjoyed being around me at the time, but as soon as I was gone, I was out of sight, out of mind. Never once  did they think: Hey, maybe I should go say Hi to Helena today.

They all just got sucked into their own little worlds and suddenly, there was no room for me anymore. And truly, that’s how it’s been from the very beginning…

There has never been space for me, and I accept that now.

Helena looked over the letter before she folded it up and slipped it into the envelope. She had no idea if Sam would be interested in her ‘gift’, or if he would open the letter from someone he’d only met once. But as she left it on his doorstop, she hoped that the younger cannibal would find happiness.

The note read:

In all honesty, I don’t know how to begin.
I suppose I’m truly writing this on a whim.

My soul is about to leave this world,
Because of some of things that have unfurled.
And so I wanted to leave you a gift,
Something that will hopefully give you a lift.

Down below you will find a key to my home,
Which treasures you find you may keep as your own.
These are not, however, the gifts I wish to bestow,
That you will find in my little chateau.

In my box if ice, you will find your treat,
A glorious collection of all kinds of Meat.

Some from here, some from there,
Some marinated with flair,
Some cooked medium, some cooked rare,
Some made as jerky, out in the fresh air.

So eat them, eat them all I say.
Eat them and have a truly glorious day.
Seeing you always brought me great smiles,
Ryming and cooking and killing with style.

Stay wonderful, stay beautiful, and stay glorious.
I know in your life, you’ll always be victorious.

Your ever faithful fan,
Helena Stein

((Well it makes me sad to hear that….and I really would support you, and I still don’t know much about her so I’m not entirely sure what to do. I’m personally not a roleplay blog and I know its hard because I run a few really quiet blogs and I have to try hard to write up prompts because sometimes its a matter of catching people’s attention or creating some kind of mystery. I’m not critiquing the quality of you blog, these are just tips and I am actually unsure of whether or not you have those in act because I actually havn’t read the entire blog, sorry :’D . I am really intrieged about your character and I can see that you put a lot of thought into her and that is absolutely wonderfull. I hope that even if this blog does shut down, you use her in a story perhaps (even if you aren’t shutting down the blog! Your writing, as far as I have seen is lovely~) and on the subject of hate, I do not think you deserved it. Nor did you character deserve it! Some people can be a bit ignorant and uninformed and readily judge a book by its cover. Its not your fault, your ideas are all in the right place. And I’m sorry this has all happened to you and its okay if you decide to close up the blog because it really is your decsision although I would love to see her stay and see what happens. Sorry if any of this sounded rude. I doubt it, but its not my intention to make you feel worse. I wish you luck!))

(It doesn’t sound rude at all dear, I appreciate it.

But when it comes to prompts, I have. A lot of them. I even re-vamped er look and threw out all new starters.

No one notices.

Ever.

That’s part of the reason I’m shutting down this blog.)

In all honesty, I don’t see much point in keeping Helena around anymore.

No one talks to her.

Even you new people that followed her. One person sent a ‘<3 .U.’ anon and well, that was it. Like, I appreciate it but…just following a person and then never talking to them isn’t really going to make them feel better.

This blog has 110 followers. You know how many people talk to her?

2.

And that’s because I go to them first or bother them about it.

I’m tired of making all of the effort. I’m tired of people misunderstanding her and harassing her, and just being outright mean.

Yeah, I get that everything she says sounds sexual. THAT’S THE POINT. Does it mean she wants to jump your character’s bones? NO. She means everything she says literally. Helena is a cannibal. When she says she wants to taste you, or give you a ‘good suck’, she means she wants to eat you or drink some of your blood.

I thought it would be fun to write her out that way, but when I have her give someone a fucking hug and I suddenly get messages about how she’s a slut, it just makes me not want to play her anymore.

No one ever comes to her to talk to her. And I mean no one.

Do you know how tiring it is to have to go up to people every single time you want to start a conversation? Do you know what that feels like? It feels like you’re not worth people’s time.

So I’m just kinda…done.

I’m not trying to call out for attention. I Don’t want to be that attention whore that’s like: Oh, talk to me or I’m gonna kill myself/my character.

I honestly don’t think I can play Helena anymore under these circumstances.

So those of you that followed her last night, thank you, but  you can unfollow her if you’d like.

Within the next few days, I’ll be writing up her death and pretty much leaving her blog forever.

(via ask-ghoul-onceler)

Man…It’s times like this I miss Boss.

He was always fun to be around. But like a lot of people, the guy dropped off the face of the earth.