She wanted – no, she needed ,Necro to herself, no, no. he belonged to her. To have, to hold. To cherish. Since the very moment destiny aligned her to be his guardian angel, oh, did she know she would have him. To taste, to hold.

His lips against her, his fingers touching, delving, caressing. Hers touching him. Clinging to this notion. Oh yes, they belonged together. Forever.
No one can have him. She wouldn’t allow it. She would rip the very fabric of the universe to keep him hers. Her little mortal boy. Necro.

To taste, to hold. The mockery of it all, is that, she didn’t have him, some sugary pink faggot had him, but oh that will change. She will change it all.

To have, to hold, to taste. Every fibre , every inch of his being, of him….will belong to her.



Song that captures the essence:


Follow You Everywhere You Go-Ashlee Simpson.