I've Got Your Heart in My hands
He was craving into a body of some girl. Her screams kept piercing into the dark sky and Drake wondered if anyone would come save her. If anyone would care for the girl. If anyone would notice her missing.
Probably not.
But she continued to scream. Drake started to think she was just screaming for him. He liked it. Pulling her skin back the blonde looked down at the girl. "Stop squirming or this will hurt more." Starting down at her open chest, he watched her lungs pound against her rib cage, and her heart beat rapidly in fear. He wanted that heart. Reaching carefully Drake pulled on the sternum until it snapped in his hands.
The girl's screaming reached it's peek hear before she passed out from pain. Looks like Drake will have to continue without any music. Prying the ribs apart he shifted the lungs so that he could gently scope the heart out. It fluttered in his hands, still beating as it kept the girl alive. The heart was a beautiful thing.











