slaughtervein

The killing had momentarily ended. I had raised my giant, double-edged battle axe, high to the stars in my moment of victory. On top of a pile of bodies I stood. I had let my hateful rage errupt. And myself and a few fellow warriors had gone into a frenzy. We fought for two days straight. Constantly killing. And now, the battle was done. And beneath my feet lay a mountain of corrupted flesh. Crushed bones. And spilled blood.

A friend below came walking toward me, screaming of our victory. That is when it started. I looked up, noticing a shift in the nights air. I could'nt even warn him. It was -her- and she was here. My Mistress LaSombra. The shadows and darkness parted briefly and she dropped out of the sky, seemingly. She landed directly on top of my friend. Pressing him face down to the earth. Her knee landing in the small of his back. I could literally here his spine shatter into pieces. She then slowly stood up. And I could see my friend move his head. The rest of his body was paralyzed. That is when he let out the most horrifying scream I had ever heard. It sent instant chills over my skin. She just looked at me and smiled, as my friend lay there, helpless, screaming for me to come and save him.

But I didn't...I just stood there. Mouth agape. I couldn't even blink. I couldn't even breathe. She then raises her foot and gently placed it on top of his head. He had been looking at me now. She then began applying pressure, and his screams grew louder. His skull began to compress and flatten. A tunnel of blood shot out of his mouth as his eyes simultaneously popped out of his head. I could see his brains start too ooze through the empty sockets. Yet I still, could not move. I was frozen. In terror and fear. Like a coward. But also with some sense of sick fascination for this brutal creature.

My other friend came rushing past me. He drew his sword. This time, I could talk. I tried to scream for him to stop. To just back away. But he didn't. He just saw his mates head squished to a pulp. He was in a blind rage. All he saw was a leather clad, rather attractive looking woman. But I -knew- her. I -knew- better. With lightening fast speed, she met him half way in the blink of an eye. This shocked him. Her vampiric speed. So naturally, he paused. And in that split second is where his life, too, came to an end that night.

She thrusted her hand through his stomach, reached to his back and grabbed his spinal column. She then jerked her wrist slightly one way and severed his spine in two. When she removed her hand, blood splatters out of the gaping hole onto her leather clad body. She tilted her head back, licking the essence from her evil lips as the man fell to his knees, his intestines came tumbling out of his shredded guts like a mass of tangled red ropes, spilling into the dirt. My friend just stared down at his exposed bowels a moment longer before falling flat on his face, dead.

She finally turned to me. She blew me a kiss. I did nothing. She began walking towards me, yet I -still- did nothing. The scorched earth, soaked in the blood of fallen warriors was litered with crumbled, over turned rocks and human bones. They crunched sickeningly beneath her feet as she stalked her way towards me. I blinked my eyes. Not even for a fraction of a second and she was then standing right in front of me. She smirked at me with those evil lips. Mocking me. I had killed hundreds, thousands of men. Yet no matter how many more I butcher. I could never become -half- the killer as she.

I acted upon instinct. She'd just slaughtered two of my best friends. I hated her for it. I raised my great axe high. But before I could bring the nearly hundred pound blade to her devils body and split her cursed frame in two, she seized me by my throat. She waved her finger in the air in front of my face as she lifted me off of my feet. She laughed then threw me to the ground so hard I felt every bone in my body quake and shudder with pain.

I tried to atleast sit up, or something to that effect. But she was on top of me in a flash. She straddled my waist and pushed my chest down. She pinned me on top of the pile of bodies. I could smell their rotting flesh around me. Feel their lifeless limbs underneath me. Her hands were bitter cold to the touch. But from between her thighs I felt heat. She sat back and rubbed and massaged my manhood with her clitoris. I was terrified. Though I could feel my muscle awakening. Buldging thick and hard. In all my fear and terror, she'd still taunt me. Tease me. She excited me. She -aroused- me.

I closed my eyes and let a deep moan escape past my lips. She moaned in return. I forgot about all the bodies. The recent brutal deaths of my friends. All I knew was her. I opened my eyes. She leaned down and her eyes turned black as her fangs slowly extended themselves, slipping past her lips to pearlescant two inch ivory daggers. She gave a laughing growl then thrusted forward and began vomiting hordes of blood into my face. She puked up gallons it seemed. Laughing and gurggling as she drenched my upper body in blood.

She lowered her face to mine now and began licking the scarlet casing from my flesh. I began to scream when she placed her finger to my lips, silencing me. She sat back up and placed her hands to the side of my throat. Suddenly her claws shot out and impaled my neck. The tips of her nails tickled the base of my brain, at the top of my spine. My eyes began to roll up into my head and my lids fluttered rapidly. She then removed her fingers from my stuck throat. Small fountains of crimson spurted from the open wounds. Now, it was time for her to feed.

Her jaws seemingly -unhinged- and before I knew it, her chin was below her abdomen. Her fangs grew to about several inches long and her serpentine tongue slithered from her devils throat to about four feet in length. The tongue wrapped itself around my face, lifting my head up. But did not cover my eyes. Her pitch black orbs still gazed unwavering into mine. From somewhere deep inside, small serpents came flowing out of her mouth. They seemed to be pure shadows as they whipped and thrashed in the air. Hissing and snarling at me and each other. Her tongue lifted my head higher, and then the shadow seprents thrusted themselves into the open wounds from her fingers in my neck.

I tried to scream but could'nt. I just choked on my own blood pooling in my impaled, skewered throat. She heaved her chest out hard, then slowly but forcefully inhaled a long hard deep breath. Every time she inhaled. Thick rivers of my blood would be sucked through the shadow seprents in swirling spirals into her throat. She inhaled more and my neck started to dry up, my skin growing hard and brittle. My flesh began turning to stone, cracking and flaking away from my bones. My hair instantly turned grey, then fell right out of my scalp, turning into dust before it hit the earth of corpses under me.

She began grinding her hips harder and faster into mine while she drained my blood and my lifeforce. Will she finally deliver me to deaths altar? And will I find peace on the otherside of this dark predators malicious curse? I just now had realized she had stopped feeding from me. I looked at her and she smiled as rivers of my spilled blood dribbled down her chin and from the corners of her evil mouth. She stood up now and just stared down at me in silence. A strong gust of wind had blown ferociously in our direction. And as soon as it hit her wretched body, she exploded into a giant cloud of black dust and was carried away in the winds craddle.

I lay there, bleeding, but still not dead. She had let me live again. Why? She had once more, stripped me of my pride. Made me feel weak and inferior. Why does she torture me so? I hate her. I would kill her if I had -half- the chance. Yet I want her to return. I still love her. I want her. I desire her. I -need- her. When will you return to me, Mistress LaSombra? When? Will you give me love? Will you give me death? Or are they one in the same, to you? Who are you, Mistress LaSombra? And what have you done to me?



SlaughterVein
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