BloodLust

Chapter One


Deep amethyst eyes open
taking in shadowed surrounds.
The scent of death, decay
and fresh rain upon grass
meet a tender nose.

Pale skin glints in the light
reflected from newly dawned moon.
Awashes red silk adorned with
black lace, lathering her
mysterious attire.

No shadowcloak for the darkness.
She takes her first steps
of the night.
The hunger throbs strong in her
this eve; her veins
they cry for replenishment.
And oh, they shall recieve.



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Chapter Two

It echoes against the air itself
the breeze thick and delicate
against her marvellous skin;
that all-inspiring scent
drawing her ever nearer.

They claim they want to know her touch;
not her's, persay,
but all the same;
they offer their sacrifice
themselves
hoping for the answer
she can give.

Following her nose,
her head tilts back
against the moonlight.

On one side, she is silhouette.
The other, a feature of startling beauty;
a slender, tender nose;
blood red lips just right to kiss.
Her teeth are hidden
for good reason;
her features elegant and fine;
her eyes large and demanding
of attention
even now
they blaze against the sky
deep crystalline amethyst
flecked with azure
and silver.

Her nostrils slightly flare
for how they tempt her
with their foolish ways -
but if indeed
it is what they desire
so be it.


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Chapter Three


She glides across the pavement
cool night air still pressing close
and she at one with this moment
relishing each sliding second
as though she were
newborn.

Their chant carries across the breeze

Take me, take me now
take my blood and into you,
give your blood and into me,
let us 'come one
let us be free...

so childish.
So immature.
So uninformed -
oh well.

They sit together
surrounded by the fresh cut grass
within the garden
midnight dew
sprinkled on the earth.
Delightful.

Two only,
freshly slicing
arms wide in stupid
desire.

Take me,
take me now -

If you insist.

From the darkness
they feel a presence
a presence they had not
anticiapted
in such a way
but here it was.

Death and decay
arising from the shadows
assaulting their senses;
she lets them know shes there.

Their heartbeats quicken
music to her ears
adrenaline expels
heightens her experience;
she feels what they feel
as they feel it
relishing each glimpse of fear
across their faces.

Should she let them run?

The girl screamed
fled
some time ago
the boy remains
frozen in his fear.
An icy hand
wraps from behind
around his neck
and now he's trapped.

Sharp fingernails
pierce the skin;
he whimpers
shivers
and she just spares
a mirthless laugh.

Pulling him closer to her
she sees the boy is just
fifteen
daubed in black
clothes
make-up
what a fiend this is.
She loves it.

"You're a pretty boy,"
she drawls
savouring his fear
the way he's almost wet himself
and too his odd arousal.

She draws a tongue alond his cheek
from his neck up to his ear.
He twitches
afraid
and undoubtably
turned on.

Her hand slides up his neck
and he begins to choke
but not so much
it has quite that effect.

His eyes are quick
he searches for some sort of
escape
but it will not come
she's never lost
a victim.

Her fingers clench
quite suddenly
she shreds his skin
and so gently
he cries out
disturbed
by what she has to offer -

"Thought you wanted this?"

Her voice
so smooth
so alluring
and so cold
so void of all
emotion.

Her mind
cunning and quicker
than the speed of sound.

She trails a hand
around the other side
of his neck;
two fingers
tripping
tracing
his jugular veins
up into his head.

Hand gently positioned
after caressing his ear.
Hardly a second he feels it
as his head is jerked
violent
sudden
and snapped
left to dangle.

The blood begins to ooze
from the fresh wound
so she makes new incision
her lips wrapping around it
to capture the sweet treasure
within.

Once she has had her fill
she does not stop
oh no.

She shreds his clothing
with her fingernails
not interested in his privates
in the slightest.

His chest exposed she slashes
his youthful skin
watching his
not quite dead face
contort in uncontrollable pain.

She laughs,
and now she's happy,
now she rejoices in her work
as slowly blood
or what is left
begin to ooze.

Beside the body
she sees his throat
and traces lines
in all directions.
It isn't long
before they too
seep that delightful
crimson liquid.

She grips his skin
excitement mounting
from the centre of his chest.
One hand each side
she nearly bursting
with desire
to let it forth.

Her fingers tear
with such pure ease
into his skin
between his bone
and one swift movement
she's expelled
his sweet insides;
most decadent of treats.

Still churning is his stomach
even his lungs are filled with air.
His muscles work,
adrenaline still thick
within his bloodstream
she can feel it

Heart still beats
though slow
though weak
the most beautiful gift
one could ever offer her.

Delicate fingers reach
into the ribcage
rip the bone
leaving a greater mess -
but there it is
taunting
teasing
begging to be taken
and oh, yes,
it is...

She licks her lips
in desperation
desire
revelling
she knows this will be sweet:
the innocent
they taste the best
untainted by the filth
of human kind...
more than most.

Plunging her hand into his flesh
his anguish released in a final cry;
tears do stream down his cheeks
and she just watchs,
longing to lick the salty tears -
but here's her prize
what she has worked
so hard to find....

in her palm and grasp
it throbs and bleeds
pulsing even still, yes...

her teeth are bared
she brings it ever closer
to her lips
she lunges forward
cannot contain herself --

what ecstacy!
What bliss!
Delivering
vampyre's kiss -
her teeth piercing the flesh
of heart
so tender
so fickle
so pure
so bloodied.

Gnashing her teeth
she ravages the muscle
that kept this boy alive.
Blood smeared across her face
she doesn't give a damn -
the sweetest wine
she'd ever find
the tender flesh
giving way with such ease;
she feels it break away
she tastes the blood
the raw muscle
on her tongue
and the smell
oh the smell
the most beautiful scent
of death
the richest blood
such delight
such amazing emotion
flooding her senses
as she devours
the very deliverer of life
that she so easily extinguised.

And as she gorges on this pice
and the last smackrel of him
is lain to waste,
she knows she has done well.
She did what she came here to do.


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Epliogue


A whisper of a shadow
on the wind
this moonlit night
may come to you
and reap your soul
just to revel
in all your fright.

Her name is Decorus
Cruor Diligo
and she desires you -
she wants your life
she wants your heart
and she's got
nothing else to do...