chapter 3 part 2:
My body twitched as I breathed more and more of
The Sweet scent in, my mind craving more and more, yet the
Thirst craving the real thing. This time though I was in control,
The Beast shackled
Again, this time not in a small cramped room but in my mind, waiting until Dianna gave the word for the hunt to begin.
“You smell it don’t you”, she purred in my ear, her
Head resting on my shoulder, “Let us begin the hunt for tonight you feed.”
We walked
Down the street, arm in arm, the only lights
Shining from the lights hanging over the path and the flickering lights hanging in the windows of the small bars that aligned the
Road opposite the harbour. As the dock passed us we crossed the
Road and entered into a dimly lit building, a small bar where sailors and drunks are the only customers these “entrepreneurs” receive.
The room was full of tobacco smoke, its strong scent almost covering the scent of fresh
Blood that hung heavy in the air. The chains were strained to breaking point the longer we stayed here and it took a lot of effort to hold my true self back, for I could have destroyed every habitant of this room without batting an eyelid. We sat
Down to next to an elderly man who by the smell of whiskey and
Corruption seeping through his pores was an obvious alcoholic and a one time murderer. Dianna had chosen our target well. The small talk began; we introduced ourselves and began to buy the man more and more drinks, our conversation in the local Romanian tongue. After a few hours of drinking, smoking and very little talking, the sailor began to feel the effects of the excessive drinking that his weakened body craved daily. Dianna indicated to the barman that we would take this man back to his home; the owner didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow as we lifted the drunk with ease up onto his feet and dragged
HIM Out of the door.
By this time our victim was sleeping soundly, occasionally snoring and grunting as we carried
HIM Down the street and into a dark sheltered alley.
Dianna dropped
HIM roughly on the hard concrete and slapped
HIM sharply around the face so that he could
Witness his final judgement.
The
Old alcoholic groaned like someone who had been woken roughly from a deep and pleasurable sleep.
He began speaking hurriedly in Romanian as we loomed above
HIM, dark and
Sinister like the demons we were yet our faces angelic in appearance.
“Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?” he asked, no begged of us, his
Voice becoming more and more desperate as our
Silence became more and more prolonged.
Finally after her satisfaction that this man was scared enough, Dianna spoke softly but with firmness in her
Voice so as to make this
Sinner feel more fear
Rush though his body.
“You are corrupt, you have wasted your life on drink and tobacco, you have killed innocent people to cover-up your crimes and have not sought
Out Penance for these sins, therefore your life is now forfeit unto us, for we are your angels of death.”
The
Old man cowered further as we approached him. We moved with grace yet poised to strike, as deadly as snakes. A sudden
Rush of movement at my side and Dianna had leapt over the drunk and stood behind him. She reached
Down, grasping
HIM firmly by the collar of his coat and then pulled
HIM easily to his feet.
“Know this, fool, I could easily snap your neck now and end your pitiful life, yet my darling here yearns what is rushing through your body, so feel at least some importance that you are helping my sweet Gabriel build the foundations of his new start.”
She lowered his coat and shirt
Down, exposing his
Pale, slightly wrinkled skin about his neck; the smell of his
Blood grew stronger as the
Blood surged through the
Blood vessels in his neck. I let loose
The Beast within for a brief moment, lunging at the man held in Dianna’s arms, my razor teeth tearing easily through his skin like a hot knife cuts through snow. My tongue lapped up his blood as my teeth entered his neck, savouring every last drop, letting none of his precious crimson life go to waste. I sucked hard, drawing more blood out of him. His blood had that same taste that I could smell as we were sat at the bar, the alcohol and tobacco in his blood releasing a pleasant aftertaste to this banquet of gore.
I drained my meal dry, dropping his body, limp and lifeless, a dry husk of what he was. The beast within growled softly with content as it went back into its shackles willingly. I licked my fingers and lips clean, my tongue darting out to clean every last drop of blood off my skin. My shirt was covered, dripping wet with the alcohol infused spatters but I wasn’t fussed about that, a shirt can be cleaned but I had a feeling that Dianna would probably deal with it before it reached any cleaner.
Together we walked off hand in hand, laughing softly at each other’s jokes and holding each other closely, to a normal person we are mere lovers locked together with our feelings, yet we were so much more than normal.
I'm coming to Kill you, won't leave until you die.
Murder born of Vengeance
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