Nightly creatures

In her soul she coul hear the bells, tolling for her own doom.
She knew it when she saw his eyes, so close, as he pinned her against the grim wall of the decaying church.
Her heart pounded in her throat, violently, shaking her veins; it pounded ominously against her head, as she pushed against the dismal granite, hoping to fade into it.
One breath.
One crushing sound.
Skin tearing. Forever.
His teeth dug into her throat, just where the heart was beating.
Her eyes ran. Her mind fled.
Coils of blood. They whispered, the drops whispered, as they left her.
She heard them sing, as they left her, she heard them rejoicing as they became part of the aeons.
She heard them...
She heard - nothing.
Fright, and panic, terror. All beyond her. There was no word for it. No thought, for it.
No... human word, for what was beyond humanity.
The trees closed in.
The world moved closer.
She turned her head, but did not move. She turned her mind.
The saint. Crying. She could see her, through the gap in the wall.
She reached out, her eyes trembled. The saint mocked her.
Nothing was holy, now.
Her veins throbbed against the cold stone, as she pushed with her hands to keep from falling.
She didn't know - she would never fall.
(24/12/2005)