Post by madascheese on Mar 8, 2007 17:01:06 GMT
Heeeeere's Dillan!! Be prepared for something quite dark...well, when I say quite dark, I mean reeeeally very dark. You've been warned... 
Enjoy!
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She saw the girl walking briskly up ahead of her, hearing the steady beating of the heart as clear as a drum, beckoning the vampire towards her. She could almost feel the blood pumping artificially into her own veins; she was beginning to feel so excited that she accidentally pierced her bottom lip with her fangs, releasing a small amount of blood onto her tongue that seemed to rouse her voracious appetite to new heights. She longed for the glorious taste of the elixir running down her throat and the peace that she felt during the kill; knowing that, through this, she could escape from the battles of reality was an experience that was far too good to ignore.
The brunette turned sharply into a corner as Dillan quickened her pace, gradually beginning to close the gap between them – she would not let her get away, especially not after the tiring mental torture she had subjected herself to all evening, and what for? How could she ever have denied herself of the only true peace she would ever have? She stalked her prey carefully and stealthily, compelled by the instincts that sharpened in intensity with each beat of her heart. Finally, her chance came; the girl approached the edge of a darkened alley and, using the preternatural speed that she did not even know she possessed, she ran to her. Covering the mortal's mouth with a powerful grip, she pulled her quickly and silently into the alleyway.
A ripple of high anticipation ran through every inch of her body as the girl attempted to scream, though the only sound she managed to make was a high-pitched, desperate muffle. Feeling the soft, warm skin against her cold, dead flesh, Dillan quietly hushed into the ear of the poor, suffering mortal as she gasped for breath, eyes widened, in fear. She could even see the beads of sweat forming at the girl's temples, glinting in the faint moonlight that managed to escape the tall buildings either side of them. The scent she had followed was completely exhilarating and yet seductive; she smelt like blood and honey, with a faint aroma of latent cigarette smoke clinging to her clothes. The mortal began to struggle more intensely on sensing her captor's hesitation.
“If you struggle,” Dillan threatened quietly, speaking directly into her ear with her fangs grazing the girl's earlobe, “it'll just make it even more painful.” Still her victim, unrelenting, tried even harder; she was twisting her head in every which way now along with her body, which she tried to contort around her attackers limbs as she prayed for a saviour. The vampire, now becoming irritated by her squirming, simply held on tighter, almost stopping the girl from moving altogether.
“Alright then,” she breathed viciously, “We'll do it the hard way.” She lifted the girls head up roughly, listening to her whimper and feeling salted tears collect around the hand surrounding her mouth; with a smile of pure malice growing on her face, she sank her teeth deep into the mortal's neck.
Once again, the release of that dark nectar into her mouth totally consumed her entire being as her helpless victim still continued to struggle in vain against her supernatural strength. She relished in this guiltless pleasure as she swallowed more, biting deeper and harder; feeling the girl's muscles strain, then stiffen until the final surrender, when she slouched unconsciously against her killer. Dillan continued to drink deeper and deeper, feeling the dark void of her core drawing her deeper into herself more strongly than ever before. The more she drank, attempting to quell her perpetual thirst, the further she delved into her darker side; that delicious, wild and formerly forbidden freedom that she desperately yearned to explore.
She tore herself away from the girl and allowed her to drop to the floor, gasping instinctively for air that she did not need as she felt a trickle of blood run from the corner of her mouth. She looked, unfeeling, at the dead body lying before her feet as she wiped away the droplet of blood with her index finger and, without thinking, licked off the excess, savouring the last remnants of her very satisfying feed. She felt a new lucidity envelope her; the whole world seemed to be pulsing around her as if it too was alive – everything had a smell, a taste. Her body sang with the life she had stolen and she felt powerful, so immensely powerful. God forbid another hapless mortal should cross her path.
She wandered the streets alone with her thoughts, tasting the the pale, minted moonlight as it caressed her skin with it's ethereal glow. Everything that should not live and breathe did so – including herself – as she prowled her new territory, secretly hoping for someone to challenge her, question her - she would do anything to exercise her powers fully. Feeling rejuvenated and reanimated, she haunted the quiet neighbourhood as the innocent blood coursed through her veins, diffusing through every lifeless cell in her body. Could there ever be anything more amazing than this? she thought, passing by the houses and hearing the people's lives playing out their course inside. She had the power to destroy them – it was tantalising, imagining the deeds she could perform with her new strength, speed and latent intelligence. She listened to the sleeping humans tucked up in their beds, to the siblings arguing in tiny whispers so that their parents did not hear, and all the time they were completely unaware of the monster that walked the streets just beyond their window. She inhaled the sweet, sensual fragrances of jasmine and honeysuckle as it filled the air, feeling the stars shimmer and sing to her as the wind whispered through her hair. She had never felt so integrated and part of nature before, and yet she had never felt so detached.
Her inner-darkness had truly emerged tonight, she reflected, vividly remembering the sensation of being completely overcome and engulfed by the emptiness within her. It was so easy to walk away from such a kill – there was no body disposal, no hiding of anything – all it would ever amount to is yet another mysterious death to put in one of those pathetic anthologies that nobody really believed. The believers would always believe of course, but the sceptics would always doubt and the shock of the event would always be left behind. The girl was nameless to her, insignificant and not worth worrying about. The only thing she had to worry about now was getting caught.
She continued to walk until she met the edge of the suburban road and came to the winding, country roads lit dimly by a few old fashioned, scattered lamp-posts, a few of which flickered so erratically that she could hear the crackle and flow of electricity through the wires from miles away. Now the next question arose – what would she do now? She had a couple of hours to fill and, having no plans to leave Mansbridge whilst she still knew so little about survival, found herself inexplicably drawn to the inky hills silhouetted against the slightly pale blue sky. She wandered through the latent darkness of the grassy knolls and valleys, all the while her mind swimming with the thoughts of her latest kill. It was a successful hunt, not bad at all for a first time, she thought, though she still felt distressed as she found herself supposedly slipping away from the Dillan she once was, losing her personality and being swallowed entirely in the underworld. She had proved herself to be ruthless and almost cruel in such a short space of time – did that mean that her darkness was not too deeply hidden below the surface? Even more disturbing was the thought that, if she had merely scratched the surface this evening, what horrors lay in the real depths of her personality? Still, she reasoned, if that is part of who she is then she would not suppress herself, she thought, returning to the old school of thought that had irritated her so much in the first place. The power she felt was enthralling, enchanting and completely captivating; for the first time in her life, she felt like she could take on the world and win. Already her mind was beginning to cry out with hunger as she sat on the side of the hill, watching the moon make it's slow descent into the distance.
Mesmerised by watching the lunar descent into the Western hills, she completely lost track of time – she soon began to feel the primary stages of sunlight echo threateningly through her bones as the sunrise began, her instincts thrusting her towards her resting place. She raced through the town as fast as she could, hearing the birdsong whirl around her and the smell of the morning dew beginning to repulse her, smelling of the fresh new day. Finally, she reached the comforting wood of her front door and, fumbling for her keys frantically, practically fell through the front door, panting for breath. She stepped back into the shadows of the hallway but fell clumsily over the suitcases that she had neglected to pack away from the previous week, cursing as she lifted herself back up again. She looked at the cases as she stepped over them carefully, noticing some that she didn't recognise as her own – she was sure that she didn't bring that amount of luggage home from the academy. She looked more carefully at the ones that she didn't recognise, noticing the flight tags that could only have been fitted at the airport. A cold, nauseating sense of dread chilled every inch of her body.
Her parents had returned.
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Don't say I didn't warn you!! Thanx for reading
Enjoy!
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She saw the girl walking briskly up ahead of her, hearing the steady beating of the heart as clear as a drum, beckoning the vampire towards her. She could almost feel the blood pumping artificially into her own veins; she was beginning to feel so excited that she accidentally pierced her bottom lip with her fangs, releasing a small amount of blood onto her tongue that seemed to rouse her voracious appetite to new heights. She longed for the glorious taste of the elixir running down her throat and the peace that she felt during the kill; knowing that, through this, she could escape from the battles of reality was an experience that was far too good to ignore.
The brunette turned sharply into a corner as Dillan quickened her pace, gradually beginning to close the gap between them – she would not let her get away, especially not after the tiring mental torture she had subjected herself to all evening, and what for? How could she ever have denied herself of the only true peace she would ever have? She stalked her prey carefully and stealthily, compelled by the instincts that sharpened in intensity with each beat of her heart. Finally, her chance came; the girl approached the edge of a darkened alley and, using the preternatural speed that she did not even know she possessed, she ran to her. Covering the mortal's mouth with a powerful grip, she pulled her quickly and silently into the alleyway.
A ripple of high anticipation ran through every inch of her body as the girl attempted to scream, though the only sound she managed to make was a high-pitched, desperate muffle. Feeling the soft, warm skin against her cold, dead flesh, Dillan quietly hushed into the ear of the poor, suffering mortal as she gasped for breath, eyes widened, in fear. She could even see the beads of sweat forming at the girl's temples, glinting in the faint moonlight that managed to escape the tall buildings either side of them. The scent she had followed was completely exhilarating and yet seductive; she smelt like blood and honey, with a faint aroma of latent cigarette smoke clinging to her clothes. The mortal began to struggle more intensely on sensing her captor's hesitation.
“If you struggle,” Dillan threatened quietly, speaking directly into her ear with her fangs grazing the girl's earlobe, “it'll just make it even more painful.” Still her victim, unrelenting, tried even harder; she was twisting her head in every which way now along with her body, which she tried to contort around her attackers limbs as she prayed for a saviour. The vampire, now becoming irritated by her squirming, simply held on tighter, almost stopping the girl from moving altogether.
“Alright then,” she breathed viciously, “We'll do it the hard way.” She lifted the girls head up roughly, listening to her whimper and feeling salted tears collect around the hand surrounding her mouth; with a smile of pure malice growing on her face, she sank her teeth deep into the mortal's neck.
Once again, the release of that dark nectar into her mouth totally consumed her entire being as her helpless victim still continued to struggle in vain against her supernatural strength. She relished in this guiltless pleasure as she swallowed more, biting deeper and harder; feeling the girl's muscles strain, then stiffen until the final surrender, when she slouched unconsciously against her killer. Dillan continued to drink deeper and deeper, feeling the dark void of her core drawing her deeper into herself more strongly than ever before. The more she drank, attempting to quell her perpetual thirst, the further she delved into her darker side; that delicious, wild and formerly forbidden freedom that she desperately yearned to explore.
She tore herself away from the girl and allowed her to drop to the floor, gasping instinctively for air that she did not need as she felt a trickle of blood run from the corner of her mouth. She looked, unfeeling, at the dead body lying before her feet as she wiped away the droplet of blood with her index finger and, without thinking, licked off the excess, savouring the last remnants of her very satisfying feed. She felt a new lucidity envelope her; the whole world seemed to be pulsing around her as if it too was alive – everything had a smell, a taste. Her body sang with the life she had stolen and she felt powerful, so immensely powerful. God forbid another hapless mortal should cross her path.
She wandered the streets alone with her thoughts, tasting the the pale, minted moonlight as it caressed her skin with it's ethereal glow. Everything that should not live and breathe did so – including herself – as she prowled her new territory, secretly hoping for someone to challenge her, question her - she would do anything to exercise her powers fully. Feeling rejuvenated and reanimated, she haunted the quiet neighbourhood as the innocent blood coursed through her veins, diffusing through every lifeless cell in her body. Could there ever be anything more amazing than this? she thought, passing by the houses and hearing the people's lives playing out their course inside. She had the power to destroy them – it was tantalising, imagining the deeds she could perform with her new strength, speed and latent intelligence. She listened to the sleeping humans tucked up in their beds, to the siblings arguing in tiny whispers so that their parents did not hear, and all the time they were completely unaware of the monster that walked the streets just beyond their window. She inhaled the sweet, sensual fragrances of jasmine and honeysuckle as it filled the air, feeling the stars shimmer and sing to her as the wind whispered through her hair. She had never felt so integrated and part of nature before, and yet she had never felt so detached.
Her inner-darkness had truly emerged tonight, she reflected, vividly remembering the sensation of being completely overcome and engulfed by the emptiness within her. It was so easy to walk away from such a kill – there was no body disposal, no hiding of anything – all it would ever amount to is yet another mysterious death to put in one of those pathetic anthologies that nobody really believed. The believers would always believe of course, but the sceptics would always doubt and the shock of the event would always be left behind. The girl was nameless to her, insignificant and not worth worrying about. The only thing she had to worry about now was getting caught.
She continued to walk until she met the edge of the suburban road and came to the winding, country roads lit dimly by a few old fashioned, scattered lamp-posts, a few of which flickered so erratically that she could hear the crackle and flow of electricity through the wires from miles away. Now the next question arose – what would she do now? She had a couple of hours to fill and, having no plans to leave Mansbridge whilst she still knew so little about survival, found herself inexplicably drawn to the inky hills silhouetted against the slightly pale blue sky. She wandered through the latent darkness of the grassy knolls and valleys, all the while her mind swimming with the thoughts of her latest kill. It was a successful hunt, not bad at all for a first time, she thought, though she still felt distressed as she found herself supposedly slipping away from the Dillan she once was, losing her personality and being swallowed entirely in the underworld. She had proved herself to be ruthless and almost cruel in such a short space of time – did that mean that her darkness was not too deeply hidden below the surface? Even more disturbing was the thought that, if she had merely scratched the surface this evening, what horrors lay in the real depths of her personality? Still, she reasoned, if that is part of who she is then she would not suppress herself, she thought, returning to the old school of thought that had irritated her so much in the first place. The power she felt was enthralling, enchanting and completely captivating; for the first time in her life, she felt like she could take on the world and win. Already her mind was beginning to cry out with hunger as she sat on the side of the hill, watching the moon make it's slow descent into the distance.
Mesmerised by watching the lunar descent into the Western hills, she completely lost track of time – she soon began to feel the primary stages of sunlight echo threateningly through her bones as the sunrise began, her instincts thrusting her towards her resting place. She raced through the town as fast as she could, hearing the birdsong whirl around her and the smell of the morning dew beginning to repulse her, smelling of the fresh new day. Finally, she reached the comforting wood of her front door and, fumbling for her keys frantically, practically fell through the front door, panting for breath. She stepped back into the shadows of the hallway but fell clumsily over the suitcases that she had neglected to pack away from the previous week, cursing as she lifted herself back up again. She looked at the cases as she stepped over them carefully, noticing some that she didn't recognise as her own – she was sure that she didn't bring that amount of luggage home from the academy. She looked more carefully at the ones that she didn't recognise, noticing the flight tags that could only have been fitted at the airport. A cold, nauseating sense of dread chilled every inch of her body.
Her parents had returned.
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Don't say I didn't warn you!! Thanx for reading
lol!