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Shattered Bloodlust
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 Created on 11-30-07
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My victim stumbled, falling against the heavily graffitied brick wall. She was beautiful, young, and smelled of apples and rosemary, and of the fast food place she had left twenty minutes before. Overpowering that was the sickly sweet smell of her fear, stronger than in most of my meals. I stepped toward her, farther into the alley.
“Please,” she panted, “No.”
I smiled. I loved it when they begged; it made everything so much more fun. I pulled her up, lovingly stroking her hair back from her neck. “It’s all right, Vivian, this wont take all night.” I could feel her stiffen. “Yes, Viv, I know your name. How, you wonder?” I rolled my neck, pausing, “your fellow employee, this afternoon, as you left work. ‘See ya later, Viv!’ she called. ‘Say hi to Mark and Toni,’ I’ve been following you since then. You really are a very oblivious young woman.”
She whimpered, “No…not them.”
“Who are they, Mark and Toni?” I asked her, pushing her sleeve up her arm. “Your husband? Your son? Are they waiting for you to return home?”
“My sons,” she told me, seemingly against her will. “My darling boys. Please,” she requested again. “They’ll miss me, they wont have their dinner if I don’t come home. They’ll spend all night worrying. Let me go, I beg you.”
“Now really,” I said as I removed a small silver knife from my pocket, “Would I let that happen? I wont let them worry.” I began to carve a wreath of thorns into her arm, my symbol that I left on all my victims. “They wont have the chance.”
Vivian gritted her teeth against the pain and continued to plead. “No, not my boys. Don’t kill them, please!”
I dug my knife deeper into the skin above her elbow, and she stopped talking. Sweat began to bead her forehead as she fought not to cry out at the pain. “It’s all right, Vivian, why not give me a little scream? You’ll be dead before anyone can get here, so why not entertain me while you’re still alive. If I’m satisfied with you, your sons’ death might be a little more painless.”
“You bastard!” she gasped, losing her temper. “How dare you? What sick creature made you to torture innocent children?”
I paused, willing my fangs to grow and eyes to change, adapting to the dim light even better. The dull hues became bright and exotic in this form, and the woman’s skin glowed faintly. I wiped the bloody knife slowly on her apron skirt and returned it to my pocket before answering her.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” I murmured in her ear, before lowering my fangs to her neck. Her blood overwhelmed me, and I could almost feel the wonderful euphoria that draining her life would give me. I opened my mouth a little wider, pressing her firmly against the wall. Finally, I made her scream, a long, high-pitched scream that hurt my ears. It hurt a lot, actually, but to me it was music. She had been so much fun that maybe, just maybe, I would let her boys go for now. I pierced her skin with my fangs, her blood-smell so strong I could taste it, when suddenly me head seared with pain so bad I could never have imagined it. I was pushed back against the opposite wall, stumbling.
My head felt like it was being cleaved apart by a burning sword, and I could barely see past the lights popping in my vision. I was vaguely aware of my victim running and stumbling away, but I couldn’t stop her. I don’t know how long I lay curled on the ground, holding my head in my hands, but it seemed to last an eternity.
As soon as the pain began to dull, I scrambled up, running blindly towards my small apartment across the district. Through the pain I remembered words spoken in a voice I could never forget. “You know, someday that appetite is going to get you into trouble Callum.”
“Please,” she panted, “No.”
I smiled. I loved it when they begged; it made everything so much more fun. I pulled her up, lovingly stroking her hair back from her neck. “It’s all right, Vivian, this wont take all night.” I could feel her stiffen. “Yes, Viv, I know your name. How, you wonder?” I rolled my neck, pausing, “your fellow employee, this afternoon, as you left work. ‘See ya later, Viv!’ she called. ‘Say hi to Mark and Toni,’ I’ve been following you since then. You really are a very oblivious young woman.”
She whimpered, “No…not them.”
“Who are they, Mark and Toni?” I asked her, pushing her sleeve up her arm. “Your husband? Your son? Are they waiting for you to return home?”
“My sons,” she told me, seemingly against her will. “My darling boys. Please,” she requested again. “They’ll miss me, they wont have their dinner if I don’t come home. They’ll spend all night worrying. Let me go, I beg you.”
“Now really,” I said as I removed a small silver knife from my pocket, “Would I let that happen? I wont let them worry.” I began to carve a wreath of thorns into her arm, my symbol that I left on all my victims. “They wont have the chance.”
Vivian gritted her teeth against the pain and continued to plead. “No, not my boys. Don’t kill them, please!”
I dug my knife deeper into the skin above her elbow, and she stopped talking. Sweat began to bead her forehead as she fought not to cry out at the pain. “It’s all right, Vivian, why not give me a little scream? You’ll be dead before anyone can get here, so why not entertain me while you’re still alive. If I’m satisfied with you, your sons’ death might be a little more painless.”
“You bastard!” she gasped, losing her temper. “How dare you? What sick creature made you to torture innocent children?”
I paused, willing my fangs to grow and eyes to change, adapting to the dim light even better. The dull hues became bright and exotic in this form, and the woman’s skin glowed faintly. I wiped the bloody knife slowly on her apron skirt and returned it to my pocket before answering her.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” I murmured in her ear, before lowering my fangs to her neck. Her blood overwhelmed me, and I could almost feel the wonderful euphoria that draining her life would give me. I opened my mouth a little wider, pressing her firmly against the wall. Finally, I made her scream, a long, high-pitched scream that hurt my ears. It hurt a lot, actually, but to me it was music. She had been so much fun that maybe, just maybe, I would let her boys go for now. I pierced her skin with my fangs, her blood-smell so strong I could taste it, when suddenly me head seared with pain so bad I could never have imagined it. I was pushed back against the opposite wall, stumbling.
My head felt like it was being cleaved apart by a burning sword, and I could barely see past the lights popping in my vision. I was vaguely aware of my victim running and stumbling away, but I couldn’t stop her. I don’t know how long I lay curled on the ground, holding my head in my hands, but it seemed to last an eternity.
As soon as the pain began to dull, I scrambled up, running blindly towards my small apartment across the district. Through the pain I remembered words spoken in a voice I could never forget. “You know, someday that appetite is going to get you into trouble Callum.”
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On December 13th 2007 damita3 Said : | |
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nice..........keep me posted!!! |
| On December 2nd 2007 j2asterisk Said : | |
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i was wincing as i read this. brilliant writing, i could almost feel as if i were the victim. and i love how this has something to do with vampire story. def keep me posted too =D |
| On November 30th 2007 irwinwe Said : | |
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I LOVE how you are taking the villian's side in this. since you are narrating through him, we end up liking him instead of fearing him. really smart writing...and great detail. keep me posted :) |
