I WishI wish that you were hereMore Like This
I wish that I could tell you how much I love you
I wish that I could hold you in my arms
I wish that I could kiss your lips again
and make it last for a while
I wish that you still love me
I wish that I were the one who puts that beautiful smile on your face
I wish that I were the one who takes you breath away
I wish you still care
but all this time has been her
I wish you were the one who I share my life with
I wish you were the love of my life
I wish I were the love of yours
I wish that I can stop wishing you
I wish I could...
but I know I can't...
BAU in floyd's eyes pt.2Chapter Two:More Like This
Floyd's mouth was smothered in human blood. He picked at his food, eating it slowly and thinking about the taste as he swished the blood around in his mouth. He spit some of it out. It wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want this normal food. He wanted them. He wanted to taste The sweetness of the vanilla pie, with the melt in your mouth chocolate sauce on top. Or the juicy, meaty hamburger, all of them made him lick his lips. But the one he craved, ached for was the salty, crispy french fry. Picturing the delicious little boy in his mind made him crazy. But he had to be careful. It had been two days since he'd seen them, and he'd been watching them. He knew where the french fry would be tonight, and he knew he would be there alone.
Reid had slipped away from the team. Morgan, Rossi and JJ went to the Bridgewater Church to speak with Abby's parents, and to interview the pastor, Father Marks, about any satanic activity in the area. Reid had been with Prentiss, but slipped awa
BAU in floyd's eyes pt.1CRIMINAL MINDS: BAU in the cannibal unsub's eyesMore Like This
"I'm not smart. But I have a smart friend who tells me things "
He could still remember the taste of his sisters flesh in his mouth. The warmth of it going down his throat. He didn't want to, but the flesh eating demon was stronger than him. And now, as he walked down the street, he could smell them before he could see them. One was tall, with dark hair, and a serious face. Floyd's mouth watered as he pictured the tall suited man as a giant, juicy, manly hamburger. Then is eyes shifted to the long, skinny boy next to him, that was almost identical to a greasy, chewy, delicious french fry. Floyd gulped, and bit the inside of his mouth as he looked over to the large girl that could have been a big fat vanilla pie, and a muscular man beside her that would be the chocolate sauce. He could barely contain himself as he looked at the tall, shapely blonde girl that he thought of as a fresh cut salad. He was pract