Tormented...Intro

Intro to short story I'm working on....

The opening of the door of madness was unintentional, but the damage was done. The putrification of his mind had begun and the struggle to regain clarity and the sense for which had once driven him would either make him stronger or destroy his soul in the process. He had slowly ascended within the reaches of his inner being towards the purpose for which he was made. The fog seemed to be clearing and within his sight over the next hilltop was what he had searched for over the past few years. A sense of purpose, his calling, the merging of his talents gifts and desires with the concrete reality of the physical world. He’d no longer live in the abstract recesses of his mind searching for light in the darkness. It was finally within his grasp. That’s when the storm clouds appeared on the horizon. The thunder roared and the first few strikes of lightning illuminated the creeping darkness. It all started with a phone call…..”Look, Tony, I can’t handle mom anymore. I can’t care for her by myself. I need help.”

Butterfly Kisses

This is the intro to a short story I'm working on.

She always loved butterfly kisses. The sensation of his eyelashes softly fluttering against her skin. Her cheeks so soft and smooth, unblemished, beautiful in the moonlight. He flicked his eyelashes once more, then pulled back and gazed at her. He cradled her head in his arm, and pressed her against his chest. He pressed his lips against hers. So soft. He felt lost in the moment. He slowly pulled away from her lips, then kissed her on the chin. Was ever a woman so beautiful he thought to himself. He squeezed her tight, and pressed her against his body. He felt like their bodies could just melt together. If only this moment could last. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the moment. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips again, then slowly slid down to her neck. He pressed his lips firmly against her neck. She was still so warm, the gaping hole in her neck still seeping of her warm blood. The metallic taste so inviting. He pressed his mouth a little harder into her neck. So warm, and wet. He feverishly drank in all she'd give. He loved her in life, and also in death. He couldn't explain how the change had come about, or why the infection had taken hold of his mind. But he needed the blood. They were supposed to get married this coming summer, but once the madness grabbed him all those dreams had come to a halt. Now he was driven by his hunger. She must have realized something was wrong. They had argued and she had stormed out of the house. He followed her out to the lawn and had grabbed her arm, that's when she slapped him. The rage and hunger inside him could no longer be contained. The initial kill, and taste of blood calmed the rage, and momentarily sated his hunger. He lowered her body to the ground. He'd sit with her for a while before packing his things, and disappearing. He'd keep her against his body feeling her for the last time, and kiss her once more. Then he'd just softly flick his eyelashes on her cheeks. She always did love butterfly kisses.