Friday, January 12, 2018
Monday, November 16, 2015
Some old shit I wrote long ago.
My throat yearns for something tart.” In soft tones, words,
straining beneath the weight of starvation, trickled from betwixt his
lips; the vampire hungered. Further torment manifested itself in a scent
that made its home beneath soft tissue, coursing through viscera at
rapid pace, Agreian knew this smell. “Blood. Its bouquet haunts me even in the depths of hell, but this place does not seem befitting of hell.” Curious
eyes drunk deep of their surroundings, idly wandering about the surface
of a wall, its uninspired brown texture suggested it belonged to a
modest shack. The desire to sink anxious fangs into human meat driving
Agreian mad with longing, as blood’s delicate aroma wafted across his
consciousness. Hunger, however; left our white-haired undead deprived of
barely enough strength to walk let alone hunt for food.
“If death has not claimed me than why do I feel so weak?” Puzzlement tainted speech craving an answer to its query, emphasizing a desperation he was helpless to conceal. “Are you a vampire?” Her voice bled with fear and hesitation, instinct demanded she flee yet some alien force compelled Mira to remain. A crown of gossamer strands heeded the woman’s call, twin orbs of darkness partially obscured by ghostly white tresses struggled to bring her into focus. A tangled clump of raven hair sat messily atop a rotund body draped in a white dress stained by filth and age, it was her that he smelled. “Yes, I am.” An overwhelming sensation of dread paralyzed her lungs. Thoughts sped through Mira’s mind before she could properly process them.
A slender hand peppered with muscle followed by an equally toned arm arose from the mattress below, ceasing its progression within eyelevel of his witness. Hand agape, pale fingers folded inward leading with the pinky, it almost appeared as if Agreian were beckoning the peasant woman to him. Led by some unknown force her form moved towards the demon, a snail’s speed marked the housewife’s pace. No matter how hard she tried the option to escape this creatures grasp refused to avail itself, and still frozen vocal chords were useless instruments. “Dear madam, won’t you be kind enough to let me partake of your throat?” Fear evolved into panic upon hearing his request, and yet, all the lady could do is stand and weep in silence.
“Your blood smells wonderful”
Again Mira found herself molested by this unseen aggressor, an ethereal grip grasped the filthy garment before tearing at it violently leaving only tattered ruins behind. An ample bosom exposed itself to the vampiric menace whose only reaction was a toothy grin flanked by sharp fangs. “I want to taste you.” Betwixt her breast ran a slender tongue, its touch inspired a bone-chilling shudder as it slithered up the woman’s torso. “It’s time to eat.” Salvia coated canines parted ways, anxious to have their reward yet a sudden urge of hesitation struck the vampire, moments before those hungry incisors pressed against supple flesh. “My mind and body ache for blood, but…no. I will have what I crave.” Rage overtook to his tone, Agreian was not swayed by defeat so easily, he would have his fill of the scarlet liquid flowing through her veins.
Pale digits anchored themselves to the left shoulder of Mira. “Sow, before I make you into a proper feast I require your assistance.” Passively she nodded, the thought of angering her monstrous captor to terrifying to stand. Agreian trembled like an infant upon his return to an upright position and if not for Mira he would have fallen. “I take it this is one of the human villages? Yes. I am not surprised, mortals were always, but a stones throw away from pigs. Take me outside I must reach my mistress.” The audacity of his words were not lost on her, were all of this creatures kind so brash and callous? Though it mattered not she would be dead soon anyway she thought.
[COLOR="White"]A knock at the door cut short the duo’s trip, heavy fist reverberated against its wooden surface alerting them both that a stranger was near. How fortuitous she thought, surely whomever solicited her home wield the might to vanquish so feeble a creature, even if it was a vampire. Mira would soon come to realize that even in such a devastated state Agreian easily overcame this nuisance. Once again the weakened undead produced a simple hand gesture before his frightened captive’s eyes. [COLOR="Pink"]“Away with thee, we desire not the presence of strangers at such an ungodly hour.” [/COLOR]Muddy pools widened in puzzled horror at the weary voice that sprang fourth from nothingness, its tone was hers, but it had not passed through her lips. [COLOR="Lime"]“Forgive us madam, but we wanted to alert you of a dangerous beast lurking nearby. It already took the life of a noblewoman and we felt it our duty to warn you. If you wish it we shall leave you be.”[/COLOR] The slow retreat of footsteps sunk her last vestige of hope.
[COLOR="LightBlue"]“Why has God forsaken me!?”[/COLOR] Lungs desperate for an answer shouted to the heavens above, wondering if God had truly forsaken his devoted child. Men, already haunted by a sense of uneasiness recklessly collided with the wooden portal sending it crashing to the ground. Thoughts, words, and, furious expressions bombarded a still nude Agreian unable to reflect on his next course of action. Mira, felt only joy, she knew these men were agents of the Divine will. God had not forsaken her after all. A renewed feeling of control imbued the housewife, though Mira knew nor cared why this was. Only a desire to rid herself of this demonic spawn drove her, casting him aside she’d accomplished just that. Without her to support his weakened frame the vampire collapsed beneath the weight of his flesh.
Sprawled about the cottage floor those thoughts that were so blurry before became vivid images bursting with color and clarity. Blood spewed fourth from a young woman’s throat like water from the mouth of a great fountain soaking Agreian in its scarlet embrace. A grin tugged at the corner of dried lips hungering for a taste of the cherry fluid flowing through his fantasies. How murder made him smile, atrocities were times to reminiscence about like family members recanted those spent with loved ones. If this was death then he welcomed it wholeheartedly. Deceptive tricks were no a longer an affordable luxury anyway thus Agreian closed his eyes and readied himself for inevitability. Sounds of what seemed to be bickering cut through his silent surrender, something about not killing an unarmed man, but he cared not to dwell on this.
[COLOR="Green"]“Surely, Glenn you are not saying we spare this beast?’[/COLOR]
[COLOR="Lime"]“No, it is just my honor will not allow me to slay a man or beast in cold blood.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR="YellowGreen"]“Honor? When you came to this cursed land you forwent all claims to such nonsensical ideals.“[/COLOR]
Memories of old and recent cycled by at an ever increasing pace, becoming distorted and unintelligible blurs with each procession yet one remained crystal clear. Ivory fangs sunk into moist almost spongy flesh, but instead of the red liquid he craved anxious incisors received an eruption of black goop. It overtook the vampire with such speed and power he was helpless to do little more than fall into unconsciousness. An unknown voice screaming at him in those fleeting moments of consciousness. [COLOR="Silver"]“Vampire! You may have taken my life, but in doing so have cursed yourself. Take my body and do with it what you will, but know that you are now, like I, a consumer of flesh.”[/COLOR] Eyelids pried open by this mystifying message revealed twin inky black blots, though they had observed creation countless millennia before, reality appeared changed somehow. Though the world around him retained its normalcy something was different he could feel it.
Human flesh whilst regarded by him before as little more than a misshapen beverage suddenly held its own allure. Newly formed instincts promised Agreian sensations beyond those offered by simple blood, and hunger yearned for its taste. [COLOR="Pink"]“What are these feelings and why do they drive me so?”[/COLOR] The logic and strategic thinking that helped the noble curry favor with the barony abandoned him. [COLOR="Silver"]“Vampire! You may have taken my life, but in doing so have cursed yourself. Take my body and do with it what you will, but know that you are now, like I, a consumer of flesh.”[/COLOR] From some dark corner of his psyche those same strange words emerged, an echo of a sentiment whose meaning still muddled Agreian. “What does that even mean and what’s happening to me?” Anguished words fell on the deaf ears of infinity, swallowed up by the still bickering congregation hovering over him. [COLOR="Pink"] “A consumer of flesh?”[/COLOR]
Insight ended the reign of confusion and dread leading to an age of revelation, an epiphany he had come to understand only at that moment. Whatever fowl substance took residence within him united their flesh and mind making its desires his. An unsteady hand ascended upward bound for the housewife whom seemed to be his only witness. [COLOR="Lightblue"]“The demon awakens…meghhhh.”[/COLOR] An arm the tint of obsidian anchored its clawed digits in the woman’s brow much to her rescuers shock. “Wh..where..where did that arm come from?” “There! It came from the creatures shadow!” Indeed the mysterious limb arose from his shadow, as had several others that found a home in various parts of the men’s bodies only to dissolve moments later. [COLOR="Pink"]“All five of them fell before even one could draw his blade.” [/COLOR]Noted Agreian who himself was just as disturbed by these phantom appendages as the would be rescuers. [COLOR="Pink"]“Shame stays my fangs yet these new instincts compell me to eat. ” [/COLOR]
Feeling invigorated from the fest he fled the hut with little ease, evading the eyes of those humans that would do him harm should he be spotted. Standing before the vast wilderness of the lycan offender’s scent returned to him along with the recollection of his original mission. [COLOR="Pink"]“I have not even the slightest notion as to how I disposed of those men. How am I to kill a lycan?”[/COLOR] At this point he wasn’t even sure if the hunt was worth it. [COLOR="Pink"]“Perhaps I should speak with the Baron? ”[/COLOR]
[COLOR="Red"]“Lad, are you hurt!?”[/COLOR] A voice of concern drew his attention to the sight of a massive hunter draped in various animal hides. The large axe at his right hip and the knife strapped to his broad chest stunk of silver and blood. [COLOR="Pink"]“Those weapons. Do you hunt the beast that haunt these woods?[/COLOR]” A gargantuan skull garbed in a great beard mimicked a nod, although; Agreian expected no less from one such as he. As if seizing the opportunity for him black tendrils manifested from the darkness of night and descended upon the stocky hunter’s frame. The vampire still dumbfounded by events that grew increasingly more strange hadn’t noticed his very body starting to fade out of existence until there was nothing left. [COLOR="Red"]“I cannot move. What black magic is this!?”[/COLOR] Cries for help were ceased by tentacle-like creatures invading his trachea silencing him once and for all.
[COLOR="Pink"]“These hands are not my own.”[/COLOR] Chocolate orbs stared in disbelief at the Elephantine fingers set before them struggling to comprehend what happened. [COLOR="Pink"]“Somehow I have seized possession of the hunter. It must be the work of this strange power I now command. Very well, if this is the creature I am now then so be it. I will use this brute to exact revenge upon the rouge who took everything from me." [/COLOR] A hearty laugh was the only thing left of the vampire/hunter who soon disappeared into the forest.[/COLOR]
“If death has not claimed me than why do I feel so weak?” Puzzlement tainted speech craving an answer to its query, emphasizing a desperation he was helpless to conceal. “Are you a vampire?” Her voice bled with fear and hesitation, instinct demanded she flee yet some alien force compelled Mira to remain. A crown of gossamer strands heeded the woman’s call, twin orbs of darkness partially obscured by ghostly white tresses struggled to bring her into focus. A tangled clump of raven hair sat messily atop a rotund body draped in a white dress stained by filth and age, it was her that he smelled. “Yes, I am.” An overwhelming sensation of dread paralyzed her lungs. Thoughts sped through Mira’s mind before she could properly process them.
A slender hand peppered with muscle followed by an equally toned arm arose from the mattress below, ceasing its progression within eyelevel of his witness. Hand agape, pale fingers folded inward leading with the pinky, it almost appeared as if Agreian were beckoning the peasant woman to him. Led by some unknown force her form moved towards the demon, a snail’s speed marked the housewife’s pace. No matter how hard she tried the option to escape this creatures grasp refused to avail itself, and still frozen vocal chords were useless instruments. “Dear madam, won’t you be kind enough to let me partake of your throat?” Fear evolved into panic upon hearing his request, and yet, all the lady could do is stand and weep in silence.
“Your blood smells wonderful”
Again Mira found herself molested by this unseen aggressor, an ethereal grip grasped the filthy garment before tearing at it violently leaving only tattered ruins behind. An ample bosom exposed itself to the vampiric menace whose only reaction was a toothy grin flanked by sharp fangs. “I want to taste you.” Betwixt her breast ran a slender tongue, its touch inspired a bone-chilling shudder as it slithered up the woman’s torso. “It’s time to eat.” Salvia coated canines parted ways, anxious to have their reward yet a sudden urge of hesitation struck the vampire, moments before those hungry incisors pressed against supple flesh. “My mind and body ache for blood, but…no. I will have what I crave.” Rage overtook to his tone, Agreian was not swayed by defeat so easily, he would have his fill of the scarlet liquid flowing through her veins.
Pale digits anchored themselves to the left shoulder of Mira. “Sow, before I make you into a proper feast I require your assistance.” Passively she nodded, the thought of angering her monstrous captor to terrifying to stand. Agreian trembled like an infant upon his return to an upright position and if not for Mira he would have fallen. “I take it this is one of the human villages? Yes. I am not surprised, mortals were always, but a stones throw away from pigs. Take me outside I must reach my mistress.” The audacity of his words were not lost on her, were all of this creatures kind so brash and callous? Though it mattered not she would be dead soon anyway she thought.
[COLOR="White"]A knock at the door cut short the duo’s trip, heavy fist reverberated against its wooden surface alerting them both that a stranger was near. How fortuitous she thought, surely whomever solicited her home wield the might to vanquish so feeble a creature, even if it was a vampire. Mira would soon come to realize that even in such a devastated state Agreian easily overcame this nuisance. Once again the weakened undead produced a simple hand gesture before his frightened captive’s eyes. [COLOR="Pink"]“Away with thee, we desire not the presence of strangers at such an ungodly hour.” [/COLOR]Muddy pools widened in puzzled horror at the weary voice that sprang fourth from nothingness, its tone was hers, but it had not passed through her lips. [COLOR="Lime"]“Forgive us madam, but we wanted to alert you of a dangerous beast lurking nearby. It already took the life of a noblewoman and we felt it our duty to warn you. If you wish it we shall leave you be.”[/COLOR] The slow retreat of footsteps sunk her last vestige of hope.
[COLOR="LightBlue"]“Why has God forsaken me!?”[/COLOR] Lungs desperate for an answer shouted to the heavens above, wondering if God had truly forsaken his devoted child. Men, already haunted by a sense of uneasiness recklessly collided with the wooden portal sending it crashing to the ground. Thoughts, words, and, furious expressions bombarded a still nude Agreian unable to reflect on his next course of action. Mira, felt only joy, she knew these men were agents of the Divine will. God had not forsaken her after all. A renewed feeling of control imbued the housewife, though Mira knew nor cared why this was. Only a desire to rid herself of this demonic spawn drove her, casting him aside she’d accomplished just that. Without her to support his weakened frame the vampire collapsed beneath the weight of his flesh.
Sprawled about the cottage floor those thoughts that were so blurry before became vivid images bursting with color and clarity. Blood spewed fourth from a young woman’s throat like water from the mouth of a great fountain soaking Agreian in its scarlet embrace. A grin tugged at the corner of dried lips hungering for a taste of the cherry fluid flowing through his fantasies. How murder made him smile, atrocities were times to reminiscence about like family members recanted those spent with loved ones. If this was death then he welcomed it wholeheartedly. Deceptive tricks were no a longer an affordable luxury anyway thus Agreian closed his eyes and readied himself for inevitability. Sounds of what seemed to be bickering cut through his silent surrender, something about not killing an unarmed man, but he cared not to dwell on this.
[COLOR="Green"]“Surely, Glenn you are not saying we spare this beast?’[/COLOR]
[COLOR="Lime"]“No, it is just my honor will not allow me to slay a man or beast in cold blood.”[/COLOR]
[COLOR="YellowGreen"]“Honor? When you came to this cursed land you forwent all claims to such nonsensical ideals.“[/COLOR]
Memories of old and recent cycled by at an ever increasing pace, becoming distorted and unintelligible blurs with each procession yet one remained crystal clear. Ivory fangs sunk into moist almost spongy flesh, but instead of the red liquid he craved anxious incisors received an eruption of black goop. It overtook the vampire with such speed and power he was helpless to do little more than fall into unconsciousness. An unknown voice screaming at him in those fleeting moments of consciousness. [COLOR="Silver"]“Vampire! You may have taken my life, but in doing so have cursed yourself. Take my body and do with it what you will, but know that you are now, like I, a consumer of flesh.”[/COLOR] Eyelids pried open by this mystifying message revealed twin inky black blots, though they had observed creation countless millennia before, reality appeared changed somehow. Though the world around him retained its normalcy something was different he could feel it.
Human flesh whilst regarded by him before as little more than a misshapen beverage suddenly held its own allure. Newly formed instincts promised Agreian sensations beyond those offered by simple blood, and hunger yearned for its taste. [COLOR="Pink"]“What are these feelings and why do they drive me so?”[/COLOR] The logic and strategic thinking that helped the noble curry favor with the barony abandoned him. [COLOR="Silver"]“Vampire! You may have taken my life, but in doing so have cursed yourself. Take my body and do with it what you will, but know that you are now, like I, a consumer of flesh.”[/COLOR] From some dark corner of his psyche those same strange words emerged, an echo of a sentiment whose meaning still muddled Agreian. “What does that even mean and what’s happening to me?” Anguished words fell on the deaf ears of infinity, swallowed up by the still bickering congregation hovering over him. [COLOR="Pink"] “A consumer of flesh?”[/COLOR]
Insight ended the reign of confusion and dread leading to an age of revelation, an epiphany he had come to understand only at that moment. Whatever fowl substance took residence within him united their flesh and mind making its desires his. An unsteady hand ascended upward bound for the housewife whom seemed to be his only witness. [COLOR="Lightblue"]“The demon awakens…meghhhh.”[/COLOR] An arm the tint of obsidian anchored its clawed digits in the woman’s brow much to her rescuers shock. “Wh..where..where did that arm come from?” “There! It came from the creatures shadow!” Indeed the mysterious limb arose from his shadow, as had several others that found a home in various parts of the men’s bodies only to dissolve moments later. [COLOR="Pink"]“All five of them fell before even one could draw his blade.” [/COLOR]Noted Agreian who himself was just as disturbed by these phantom appendages as the would be rescuers. [COLOR="Pink"]“Shame stays my fangs yet these new instincts compell me to eat. ” [/COLOR]
Feeling invigorated from the fest he fled the hut with little ease, evading the eyes of those humans that would do him harm should he be spotted. Standing before the vast wilderness of the lycan offender’s scent returned to him along with the recollection of his original mission. [COLOR="Pink"]“I have not even the slightest notion as to how I disposed of those men. How am I to kill a lycan?”[/COLOR] At this point he wasn’t even sure if the hunt was worth it. [COLOR="Pink"]“Perhaps I should speak with the Baron? ”[/COLOR]
[COLOR="Red"]“Lad, are you hurt!?”[/COLOR] A voice of concern drew his attention to the sight of a massive hunter draped in various animal hides. The large axe at his right hip and the knife strapped to his broad chest stunk of silver and blood. [COLOR="Pink"]“Those weapons. Do you hunt the beast that haunt these woods?[/COLOR]” A gargantuan skull garbed in a great beard mimicked a nod, although; Agreian expected no less from one such as he. As if seizing the opportunity for him black tendrils manifested from the darkness of night and descended upon the stocky hunter’s frame. The vampire still dumbfounded by events that grew increasingly more strange hadn’t noticed his very body starting to fade out of existence until there was nothing left. [COLOR="Red"]“I cannot move. What black magic is this!?”[/COLOR] Cries for help were ceased by tentacle-like creatures invading his trachea silencing him once and for all.
[COLOR="Pink"]“These hands are not my own.”[/COLOR] Chocolate orbs stared in disbelief at the Elephantine fingers set before them struggling to comprehend what happened. [COLOR="Pink"]“Somehow I have seized possession of the hunter. It must be the work of this strange power I now command. Very well, if this is the creature I am now then so be it. I will use this brute to exact revenge upon the rouge who took everything from me." [/COLOR] A hearty laugh was the only thing left of the vampire/hunter who soon disappeared into the forest.[/COLOR]
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