Post by Blackmoon on Aug 10, 2007 17:32:01 GMT -5
((Warning of Gore.))
Shadows danced as a pretator moved around silently in the dark alley, looking towards the more populated places she grinned and stepped out of the dark alley.
Drusilla looked at the stars. 'Still the same, the one thing that doesnt change except for our youth of course, but still as the time goes we become diffrent, the stars are the same as they were long ago' She thought. The tall slender, shaply figure looked at the people walking past. 'They never see anything.'
Spotting a lone man, a drunkard she smiled. This would be easy. Drusilla gave the man a suggestive glance towards the man and curled her finger guestering him close. She backed into the dark alley as she kept watching him come closer, a goofy look on his face. "Whats a lady like you doing in a place like this?" The drunkard hicupped. Realisation dawned on him.
"Oh you must be looking for money in exchange for a deed?" He smiled and it digusted her.
"I dont need your money but I am willing to give you pleasure." She purred.
The drunkard raised his brows and came closer. "I'm fine with that." He said.
When he got close enough she wispered in his ear. "Want me to start?"
He nodded his head and she lowered her mouth to kiss his neck, this was to easy.
He pulled her closer to him, holding her. She let him relax still kissing him, then she licked his jugular and opened her mouth above his jugular and breathed cool air there, while her mouth was open she let her fangs enlongate. The drunkard moaned. "More."
Drusilla Grinned. "As you wish." She slid her fangs into his skin easily. He struggled but she didnt let go. She held him against the wall with one hand and the other covering his mouth. She withdrew her fangs from his skin and sucked on the blood that welled there. Even for a drunk human his blood still tasted divine.
Once she had her fill she let go of his mouth and picked up her staff. She grinned and looked into his eyes, they were tired, wasted, nearly drained. Drusilla drove her spear staff into his stomach, she watched as his eyes widened in pain. He had no strength to scream. She clicked and pushed it in farther, the spear inside him opened up and he wince in pain and she was the only thing holding him up.
Drusilla smiled and licked her lips. She used her foot to hold him up against the wall and took hold of her staff and twisted it and ripped it out. With a slicing sound and a gurgle and sloping sound some of his organs hit the ground. She let him fall with a thump. Drusilla tilted her head at the organs that were ripped out. Beer and blood spilled from it. He had alot to drink she thought to herself.
She closed her spear staff and cleaned it off with a cloth, she reveled in the scent of the blood stained cloth then tossed it to the ground. It would only look as if he was murdered, her bite marks fine little pin pricks on his skin, it wouldn't be notcied compared to the gaping wound in his chest.
Drusilla looked back up to the stars. 'I want to stay the same just like you stars. Never let change.' She thought wishfully. Drusilla sank into the shadows and quickly hoped onto a high dark perch. She would want to wittness this. Maybe the scent of blood would bring others along. Or humans will find him, either way it will be fun to watch. The moon still shined paley. She still had a ton of time before the sun rose.
Shadows danced as a pretator moved around silently in the dark alley, looking towards the more populated places she grinned and stepped out of the dark alley.
Drusilla looked at the stars. 'Still the same, the one thing that doesnt change except for our youth of course, but still as the time goes we become diffrent, the stars are the same as they were long ago' She thought. The tall slender, shaply figure looked at the people walking past. 'They never see anything.'
Spotting a lone man, a drunkard she smiled. This would be easy. Drusilla gave the man a suggestive glance towards the man and curled her finger guestering him close. She backed into the dark alley as she kept watching him come closer, a goofy look on his face. "Whats a lady like you doing in a place like this?" The drunkard hicupped. Realisation dawned on him.
"Oh you must be looking for money in exchange for a deed?" He smiled and it digusted her.
"I dont need your money but I am willing to give you pleasure." She purred.
The drunkard raised his brows and came closer. "I'm fine with that." He said.
When he got close enough she wispered in his ear. "Want me to start?"
He nodded his head and she lowered her mouth to kiss his neck, this was to easy.
He pulled her closer to him, holding her. She let him relax still kissing him, then she licked his jugular and opened her mouth above his jugular and breathed cool air there, while her mouth was open she let her fangs enlongate. The drunkard moaned. "More."
Drusilla Grinned. "As you wish." She slid her fangs into his skin easily. He struggled but she didnt let go. She held him against the wall with one hand and the other covering his mouth. She withdrew her fangs from his skin and sucked on the blood that welled there. Even for a drunk human his blood still tasted divine.
Once she had her fill she let go of his mouth and picked up her staff. She grinned and looked into his eyes, they were tired, wasted, nearly drained. Drusilla drove her spear staff into his stomach, she watched as his eyes widened in pain. He had no strength to scream. She clicked and pushed it in farther, the spear inside him opened up and he wince in pain and she was the only thing holding him up.
Drusilla smiled and licked her lips. She used her foot to hold him up against the wall and took hold of her staff and twisted it and ripped it out. With a slicing sound and a gurgle and sloping sound some of his organs hit the ground. She let him fall with a thump. Drusilla tilted her head at the organs that were ripped out. Beer and blood spilled from it. He had alot to drink she thought to herself.
She closed her spear staff and cleaned it off with a cloth, she reveled in the scent of the blood stained cloth then tossed it to the ground. It would only look as if he was murdered, her bite marks fine little pin pricks on his skin, it wouldn't be notcied compared to the gaping wound in his chest.
Drusilla looked back up to the stars. 'I want to stay the same just like you stars. Never let change.' She thought wishfully. Drusilla sank into the shadows and quickly hoped onto a high dark perch. She would want to wittness this. Maybe the scent of blood would bring others along. Or humans will find him, either way it will be fun to watch. The moon still shined paley. She still had a ton of time before the sun rose.