...the sin bin is a putrid, hole in the wall of an adult book store. upstairs is where you can find and purchase any depraved act imaginable on video. these humans are so fascinated with such basic activities. i chuckled to myself while i imagined not only watching, but actually paying for footage of kindred feeding on their victims. sex felt so far away now. the way heroin addicts lose interest in everything but their drug. only weeks ago i was human. but it was all so far away now. i am kindred. and i am helping my toreador friend. no time for being washed away by the questions.
upstairs they sold tapes and magazines. downstairs, in the basement, they sold something else. this is where my hunter was. posing as a peep show whore. there would be no more dancing tonight. there was a door in the alley that lead to the basement peep shows. this was my root. to avoid any other contact in the book store was vital. the toreador, i'll call her VV, requested only the hunter to be destroyed.
the basement was a disgusting extension of the bookstore. i could smell the fluids everywhere. and i could smell her. my senses told me where to find her. i had never tasted hunter blood. it would be magnificant. i longed to take her last breath. first, however, i needed to take the others out of the equation. this would not be difficult. there was another dancer and only one patron. it was, after all, very late.
with my evolution came gifts. i found that i now had very powerful mind controlling tricks up my sleeve. i gave the two innocents a very potent wakeful sleep. it was a form of amnesia. they would not know what was happening and they would remember nothing. the hunter was resisting my influence. they were bred and trained to do so. this hunter had killed many kindred and had been searching for my VV. she had met her match tonight. i was exceptionally powerful. my presence was enough to confuse her and i was at her throat before she could even gasp. i was over powering. my strength, immovable. she was like an infant in my arms and she was dieing. when a kindred takes hold of its prey it is pure ecstasy for both. her blood was sweet and pure. i stole her good intentions. i drank until there was nothing left, until i felt the spirit break from the body. she was gone. i had to tell VV the good news...
upstairs they sold tapes and magazines. downstairs, in the basement, they sold something else. this is where my hunter was. posing as a peep show whore. there would be no more dancing tonight. there was a door in the alley that lead to the basement peep shows. this was my root. to avoid any other contact in the book store was vital. the toreador, i'll call her VV, requested only the hunter to be destroyed.
the basement was a disgusting extension of the bookstore. i could smell the fluids everywhere. and i could smell her. my senses told me where to find her. i had never tasted hunter blood. it would be magnificant. i longed to take her last breath. first, however, i needed to take the others out of the equation. this would not be difficult. there was another dancer and only one patron. it was, after all, very late.
with my evolution came gifts. i found that i now had very powerful mind controlling tricks up my sleeve. i gave the two innocents a very potent wakeful sleep. it was a form of amnesia. they would not know what was happening and they would remember nothing. the hunter was resisting my influence. they were bred and trained to do so. this hunter had killed many kindred and had been searching for my VV. she had met her match tonight. i was exceptionally powerful. my presence was enough to confuse her and i was at her throat before she could even gasp. i was over powering. my strength, immovable. she was like an infant in my arms and she was dieing. when a kindred takes hold of its prey it is pure ecstasy for both. her blood was sweet and pure. i stole her good intentions. i drank until there was nothing left, until i felt the spirit break from the body. she was gone. i had to tell VV the good news...
infinitebpm:
I thought you told me true ecstasy can only be found from Turkish Black Tar heroin and making love to some anonymous, underage Filipino boy...
annalee:
Yeah I really want to see sin city but it doesnt come out here until june or july! Its looks really good though, the cinematography looks really interesting 