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Post by Aeron De Lestra on Nov 12, 2014 19:43:20 GMT -5
Even though it was the middle of the night, Aeron stuck to the shadows cast by the lamp posts along the roads. His tired eyes were constantly searching for prey. His hunger was overwhelming, second only to his desire to remain unseen. He sniffed the air and caught the mouth watering scent of his prey, 2 warm bodies just a few streets over. As he reached the alleyway, he could hear the muffled voice of a gruff man, and the terrified whimper of a young woman. "Hmm", he thought, "This could be interesting". He decided to creep closer in order to get a better view of his new entertainment.
Aeron came upon a normally horrifying scene. A large man, looking rather dirty, unkempt, and with a hunger in his eyes, had this small woman against the alley wall with a dirty knife to her throat. She appeared to be in her twenties, whereas he was in his mid forties. At the sight of the knife, Aeron automatically stuck his hand in his pocket, making sure that his trusted hunting knife was still at his side, an instinctual habit he had developed over the years. The man was talking softly to his terrified victim, so quietly that nobody save Aeron and this girl could have heard his rushed whispers. He was telling her that as long as she keept quiet, she didn't have to die. His rough hand starts pulling his pants down, exposing himself to the frightened girl he held captive, as he repeatedly told her to just keep quiet. "You don't have to die honey, just take what you have coming to you like a good little girly, then you get to go on home and live happily ever after." The moment after those words escaped his lips, Aeron was on him in a flash, his blade already somewhat digging into the man's fat neck, a trickle of blood escaping from the wound.
"You know, I thought this would be fun. You rape her, you kill her, then I kill you. Then I get the small satisfaction that I've done the world a favor, removing a tumor like you from society, and getting two meals out of the deal. Instead, you want to let her go? That's a messy situation for all of us. I would have to wait for another opportunity to kill you, she has to live with the torture of having been raped, and you would get to walk out of here and enjoy life for that much longer. I don't want to put us all through that", Aeron said in a gruff whisper. The man pulled his hands away from the girl, attempting to latch on to Aeron's arm in order to free himself. The pain from the knife was obviously affecting him, making him panic and ultimately pushing the knife further into his neck. Staring at the girl, Aeron said, "Don't move from that spot. You can't escape me, and the more cooperative you are with me, the less pain I put you in before I kill you." After saying that, he turned his attention back to the man struggling in his grasp. With one quick slice, the man's head was nearly separated from his neck. Aeron peeled back the head in order to feast on the blood that was starting to pour out of the main artery. "It's a shame I have to kill her," he thought, " but she has seen me, and what I am. She has to die."
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Post by Lady Lillianna on Nov 15, 2014 3:35:05 GMT -5
"Please," The word that escaped her was barely a whisper, but the panic in her voice was unmistakable. Lillianna made no attempt to struggle against her assailant's hold, knowing that her strength was clearly no match for his. One hand pinned her wrist to the wall behind her while the other hovered threateningly near her neck. Strands of dark hair clung to her damp cheeks, held captive by her desperate tears. She looked away from the man, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her sobs, when he grabbed her roughly by the chin and forced her to look at him.
"Don't you look away from me," he snarled, bringing his face close to hers. She shrunk back from him as much as the small space would allow, his demand sending a fresh wave of terror through her. He grinned wickedly, her fear instilling a sick pleasure within him. "What? You think you're too good for me?"
Paralyzed with fear, she could only shake her head in response, a small whimper doing it's best not to emerge past her lips. Her wide eyes did their best to obey her captor's order, but even in the veiled darkness, it was clear that she found it difficult.
"Good," he let out in a husky voice, lowering his lips to her neck. Lillianna shuddered as she felt his breath tracing its way across her skin. She held her breath and allowed her eyes to finally fall shut, surrendering to his advances. She only hoped that her body would at least serve as a distraction from his wrath.
Without warning, pain seized her body, bringing her back to the harsh reality of the situation. She drew in a sharp breath and yelped as his teeth clenched down into her neck. The newfound affliction overpowered the fear inside of her, and suddenly she found herself pushing him away with all her might. Taken aback by her sudden courage, the man pulled his face back to look at her, struggling pathetically to break free. Letting go of his hold on her wrist, he took her chin into his hand once more. Though his hold on her was gentler this time, his strong hands were no less intimidating. A cold sensation traced across her collarbone, causing her entire body to stiffen. His eyes, however, seemed far icier than the blade at her throat, and when he spoke, his words were laced with venom.
"You don't have to die honey," Her stomach churned at the thought that the decision of whether she lived or died was at all in his hands, and his use of affectionate terminology was anything but sweet. "Just take what you have coming to you like a good little girly, then you get to go on home and live happily ever after."
Though the offer was completely repulsive, Lillianna felt her heart lift ever so slightly knowing that if she could just make it through this, she could return home and this nightmare would be over. Before her mind could make sense of the situation, she felt herself stumble slightly, freed from the man's grasp. Hearing another man's voice, she quickly lifted her eyes to see him standing behind her attacker, his own knife digging into the man's neck. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over her, until she realized what her "savior" was saying.
"Don't move from that spot," The same words she'd already heard far too many times that night. Yet somehow, even without the threat of a knife at her throat, this man was far more intimidating than the one currently struggling against his hold. "You can't escape me, and the more cooperative you are with me, the less pain I put you in before I kill you."
With a spray of crimson, the reality before Lillianna quickly transformed into something straight from a nightmare. Not only had this monster killed a man without a thought, but he also fed upon him like a savage beast. She would have screamed, had terror not stolen her voice away. She sat, paralyzed by fear, and could only helplessly stare as the scene unraveled.
'Move. You have to move. You're dead if you don't.' The voice in her mind screamed at her. She knew it was right, but her body refused to move, almost as though she were possessed by this strange man. She clenched her eyes shut tightly and gathered all of her strength and courage to her. He might kill her if she ran, but if she stayed, death was certain.
She steadied her breath as best as she could and climbed back to her feet, hoping that he would be distracted enough by his current bloodlust. She hesitantly took a step to the side to see if he would notice. One at first. Then another. And another. Pausing at the entrance of the alley, she looked back to him, still consumed by his hunger. She rounded the corner of the building quietly, and as soon as he was out of sight, she took off running as fast as she could. Her heart pounded deafeningly in her ears and her breathing was ragged, but only one thought dominated her mind. 'Live!'
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Post by Aeron De Lestra on Dec 31, 2014 15:59:48 GMT -5
As Aeron finished his meal, he could feel the rush of blood flowing through every fiber of his being. "This," he thought to himself, "is the meaning of life." With a stretch of his newly energized muscles, his thoughts popped back to that delicate beauty who he had told to sit still. As he turned towards her he thought, "Perhaps a new toy? Maybe make her a slave instead, and have her begging me just like that bitch made me..." The thought caused him to wince, but they became completely derailed when he realized his toy had gone missing. "That little wench! Where could she have run off to?" Just then, as his mind continued to awaken from his recent meal, he realized that he could smell the faint scent of a perfume. Something familiar, but his mind was still foggy about what the scent was and where he had smelled it before. With a shrug he decided that it wasn't important, but tracking this girl down was. If she went and ratted him out, who knows what kind of horrors might descend upon him. He then scaled the wall of the alley with an ease he hadn't felt since his last feeding. He then began smelling around to find which way that girl went. If she rats him out... Well. He would just have to stop her then. With another lung-full of that strange scent, he realized that it was coming from that girl. With a small smile, he lept to the next rooftop in pursuit. This had truly become quite an interesting night.
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Post by Lady Lillianna on Dec 31, 2014 20:14:04 GMT -5
For as fast as her feet ran, Lillianna's mind raced even faster. She couldn't begin to fathom the events that had played out right before her eyes. Even more so, she didn't want to. Dealing with a monstrous man was one thing, as traumatic as it was. But the man who had saved her--no, stole her--was something else altogether. Her original captor was nervous... uneasy... But not this man. He killed viciously and without hesitation. He feasted on blood in an absolute frenzy. He showed no emotional restraint whatsoever. These observations led Lillianna to one undeniable truth. If there was a Hell, this man was its servant.
In a moment of either absolute desperation or complete lunacy, she slowed to a halt. Hunching over with her hands on her thighs, an exhausted chuckle escaped her lips. This had to be a joke. Some kind of sick, twisted prank a friend was pulling on her that only seemed so horrible because it was fueled by her fear. Or perhaps she was just having an extremely vivid nightmare. That had to be it! She'd simply fallen asleep after reading one too many chapters of an Anne Rice novel. Her mind pleaded with her, insisting that there was some much less terrible explanation for tonight's events. It was then that she felt a prick of pain in her neck. Her fingers traced the spot tenderly, and the realization was instant. The crimson staining her fingertips told her that she was right; the man's knife must have knicked her before she could escape.
"Damn," She pressed the sleeve of her sweater to her neck instinctively. The bleeding wasn't all that bad, but the memory made her wince. No, she knew this all felt far too real to be a dream. Her head snapped around, her eyes darting about the darkened street frantically. Nothing. She let out a sigh of relief, hoping that the deranged man had forgotten about her. Still, she couldn't help but pick up her pace as she continued toward home. Home. The thought flooded her mind, and she was filled with an intense longing. More than anything, she just wanted to go home to her family.
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Post by Aeron De Lestra on Mar 5, 2015 21:44:02 GMT -5
Taking care to keep silent and invisible, Aeron easily found the woman about a mile down from his original meeting with her. "Good," he thought, "she isn't running anymore, and there is no one around her. She couldn't have told anyone in that brief amount of time." With each moment he crept closer to her, watching her hair bounce as she walked. Her body language told anyone around that she was calm, but he could hear the frantic beating of her heart. If she didn't calm down she might have a small heart attack... Aeron found himself slightly disgusted with the thought. What does he care? He is stalking her in order to kill her! Or make her a slave-toy. Either way, if she dies, he would be better off. The fog in his mind was starting to dissipate, potentially because of that scent. Something was different. It was all extremely confusing. Aeron decided to just follow this woman for a bit longer, and see if his mind would clear some more. That scent though... There was something about it...
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Post by Lady Lillianna on Sept 12, 2015 1:38:46 GMT -5
Lillianna tried in vain to calm her breathing, but it seemed hopeless. Paranoia had kicked her senses into overdrive, and suddenly every shadow flickering in the darkness was that hideous man, haunting her every step. Against her will, the hellish scenario had replayed over and over in her mind, and the more she was forced to remember it, the stranger it seemed to become.
"Why?" The whisper echoed around her. Though the voice was her own, it had broken the silence so suddenly that it sent a shiver down her spine. She felt foolish for startling herself, but still found her arms wrapping her sweater tighter around her. It wasn't much, but any sense of warmth and protection was welcome right now.
Lillianna had spent so much time looking over her shoulder that she hadn't even noticed where she'd wound up. Silently cursing herself for managing to get lost at a time like this, she pulled her phone out from her pocket. Her stomach tied itself into knots as the screen lit up, and finally her mind found a different unhappy memory to reflect on. Staring back at her was a photo of a young, seemingly happy couple, standing in line at an amusement park and making silly faces. Lillianna wanted to laugh, then to cry. She had to fight the urge to call him, to beg him to come get her, to rely on him as she'd always had. Instead, she settled on anger. It was his fault she was even here in the first place.
Without another thought wasted on him, she quickly looked up her location to get her bearings. Studying the map, a bar just down the road caught her attention. She glanced up from her phone and took a look around for any sign of life, but the street was eerily empty. Suddenly, the thought of a crowded bar seemed more and more inviting. If anyone was out at this hour, that was probably where they would be, and Lillianna wanted to be anywhere but alone. Shoving the phone back into her pocket, she quickly set off for her new destination, hoping that the night would soon be over.
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Post by Aeron De Lestra on Sept 17, 2015 16:11:12 GMT -5
Peering over the lip of the roof he stood upon, Aeron watches as the girl pulls out her phone and starts looking up directions. He knows where they are, this whole city is his territory. He knows every club, every corner, and all the best places to get a bite. Every street they have come down has been empty, but as she turns the corner, Aeron realizes that she is heading towards a club a few blocks over. The bartender has thrown a few meals his way, but he doubts this girl will be one of them. He thinks for a moment on how the bar could make things more... Difficult for him. He knows he has to stop her.
Looking around at the decrepit rooftop, he spots a few bricks that had fallen out of the chimney. He picks one up and breaks it in half, to his own surprise. Deciding to think nothing more of his action, he takes aim at the girl. "The head could kill her," he thinks, sending a shot of nausea to his stomach. "If I hit her back I could paralyze... or kill her," another burst of sickness arises at the thought. "To hell with it!" He decides, and he takes aim for her legs. More tricky because they are moving, but she won't die from it. Aeron chucks the brick at her leg, watching the projectile soar through the air. Or maybe he is watching her legs as she walked, he isn't quite sure. The brick piece smacks the ground about a foot in front of her, missing its intended target by inches. As Aeron shakes shakes the anger from his mind, the girl twirls around, looking for her assailant. He has only a moment, but that's all he needs. Aeron sees his opportunity, takes the other piece of brick and throws it at her now still legs.
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Post by Lady Lillianna on Jul 31, 2016 18:40:22 GMT -5
A passing siren in the distance stirred Lillianna from her sleep, if sleep is what you could call it. The sound hardly registered in her mind, only barely breaking through the fog of numbness that had overtaken her. Still, something inside her struggled to hold onto the sensation, and through sheer strength of will, her senses slowly began to return to her. The air around her smelled musty, but the cold concrete beneath her was pleasant, soothing the uncomfortable warmth of her cheek and the dull throb in her head.
After laying still for a moment in an attempt to fully regain consciousness, her eyes fluttered open weakly. She blinked against the drowsiness several times, but the darkness around her only seemed to grow thicker. Her heart threw itself at her ribcage over and over as she attempted to make any sense of her surroundings. She clenched her eyes shut again and curled herself up tightly, struggling to recall exactly what had happened before she had blacked out, but the metallic clinking only served to send her into further panic.
Lillianna shot up immediately, tugging at the chains that restrained her, but to no avail. She desperately clawed at the cuffs on her wrists and attempted to squeeze out of them, but she knew that without breaking her hands, it was no use, and frankly, she didn't have the guts to do it. Before another thought could cross her mind, a cruel laugh rang out in the air around her from what seemed like every direction, sending chills across her entire body. Unable to tell where the laughter was coming from, all she could do was brace herself for whatever came next.
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Post by Aeron De Lestra on Aug 5, 2016 23:23:53 GMT -5
"Are you still drunk? Or just stupid?" Aeron asked between laughs. "You DO know what handcuffs are right? They won't come off until I say they do." Aeron playfully spun the key around his index finger in the darkness, a taunting gesture for his blind victim as he calmly walked from the opposite corner towards her. "Scream all you want, don't worry about it. No one will ever hear you here." With a wicked smile, Aeron bent down close and reached a hand out to her face, lightly brushing the hair away from her eyes. He could easily read the grimace and the pain on her face at his touch.
He moved in closer, grabbing a handful of hair from the back of her head and yanking it to pull her face upwards. "You can try and resist, you can try anything and everything. But you are my prisoner, you are my dinner, and you will die here. Perhaps you should face that fact earlier rather than later." Pushing her back down onto the concrete, Aeron let out a snorted laugh before leaving the girl alone in the room once more.
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