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Twist of Fate (Plz read & review)
I'm a new member here and decided to post my most recent work as my first post. It's just a little something I'll be sending to Writer's Journal in a month or two and I've posted it on fictionpress.com already. Enjoy...
TWIST OF FATE
Death is the golden key of eternity. This undeniably magnificent quote ran through the hidden vampire's mind over and over again, like a frightened hare. Yes, he thought in pure serenity, and I am the Key Bearer! I am the Harvester of Lives; the true Reaper!
His life ambition was only to prey upon innocence whenever he felt like a snack. As had his father, and his father's father before him. It was like a family---no, a species trait and way of life. Would he pray tell, fall victim to a being such as himself in years to come? Maybe, he didn't care, as long as he could live to gain his next supply of blood. Oh, that taste, he longed to puncture the skin of his next victim and suck up its life fluid, marvelous.
The bloodsucker's gloved hand moved a patch of foliage aside, to reveal before his crimson eyes his latest victim. He was happy when he saw the creature that he had been stalking since the day before; he had a slight twitch in him at the thought of sucking the blood from this rare and beautiful morsel of flesh and blood. It was a young woman.
She had sinuous legs and arms, plus hair that must have cost a fortune to get that silky. The victim, possibly in her early twenties, walked with a quiet grace about her. She seemed to be totally unscared by the lonely darkness about her, fearless seeming, how thrilling! It seemed that everything he had originally chosen her for was still there, unscathed. The vampire could not believe his luck. Nothing could ruin this night.
Not but a single road divided them, a single river of asphalt. This would be her first glimpse at the River Styx that would soon greet her when he was done. He licked his lips as he thought of draining his young victim of all her blood. A pity really, for such a creature to die so young and alluring, but that was how the game was played.
The stalking creature of the night now took in the young woman's clothes as he moved silently with her through the brush, as it was not yet time to strike. He noted that she wore a rather elegant black blouse and equally black leather skirt, along with matching alligator skin boots and purse. She had just been on a pleasant date, which the vampire had observed with humor.
The pretty young thing had been on a date with a man who had the appearance of a major jock, at a nice restaurant nearby. She had a bowl of exquisite soup plus a Caesar salad while her date gorged himself with a massive, medium-rare steak. She had not been at all impressed. So, to top her night off, the jerk wouldn't give her a ride. Though bad for her, it was perfect for her stalker.
Still moving quite stealthily through the nearby brush, he was now only a few yards from his potential victim. Just cross the street, he thought to himself, just cross the river. He grinned, as she knew not the danger she was in, and how soon her bloody end would come. Blod would soon fill the streets. and his stomach. Finally, the young woman crossed the asphalt river and came onto the concrete bank. Time to eat.
As her alligator skin boots hit the sidewalk, and the stalker could see her blue eyes and even make out the texture of her obviously soft hair, his right hand shot out from under the bushes and seized her ankle. He took her by surprise, she didn't even have time to scream, and the vampire's hand flew back into the bushes. With her ankle in tow, she fell to the ground and bashed her head against the concrete below.
He dragged the unconscious though still extremely beautuiful woman into the bushes, leaving a small trail of blood from her head wound on the sidewalk. Now he had her, like a fly in a spider's web. He crouched down just above her waist and moved a gloved hand to the nape of her neck and brought up her head, his lips meeting halfway with her throat. They brushed against her, and were given as a reply an almost drunken moan.
His thin pale lips roamed her neck, soon parting and giving way for his vile tongue, exploring her velvet flesh, looking for her external jugular vein like a hound after a fox. The loving sound (at least to the vampire) of her heart beating made him even more anxious to finish the job.Finally, he found the vein, and could feel the flow of blood with his vampiric tongue.
The hungry vampire's tongue finally withdrew and his lips curled back, showing his off-white colored teeth, offset by his two long fangs; his blood teeth. Time to dine, he thought to himself in a dark, yet comical way. He moved his teeth to where his tongue had been, just above the external jugular vein. Like so many other of his kind, he had found that it supplied the most blood with the exception of the artery, which sometimes made too big a mess for his desire.
The vampire rubbed his fangs against the young woman's skin before puncturing the skin with a slow movement into the vein. He moved slightly, bringing one hand to the side of her head and the other to the ground beside the unconscious body as he got off her and sat on the ground with his legs under him.
Sucking up the blood was like sucking in air through one's nose, this little technique gave vampires the ability to breath through their teeth, something he had used when stalking his victims so they would not hear his breathing when closing in for his snack. As the blood left the woman's veins, it gave the vampire his numerous pleasures.
First, as the blood came through the tips of his fangs, it caused a sort of exhilerating pain, which continued like the others for as long as he drank. Then the blood flowed into the main boddy of his fangs, which gave him an interesting feeling like pressing his finger against his teeth. The blood next came into a thin chamber above the roof of his mouth, which also stored the venom to turn humans into vampires. It caused the greatest feeling of all; it gave the sense of one's gums turned to warm jelly, which was a feeling no child of the night could resist. Finally, came the final stage; the taste. It came when the blood started to flow through the arteries in the back of his head, which sprouted off to other veins that worked their way through his body. As the blood came through the veins in the tongue, he tasted it, the favorite taste of every vampire: the taste of human blood.
But wait!
He didn't taste human blood; he tasted something entirely different. It was tainted somehow, like poison. What was he drinking?! Then, he felt movement; the body was twitching madly. As quick as he could, the vampire ripped his fangs free of his victims neck. "What the devil is going on?!" he cried out, as hair began to sprout all over the young woman's body.
The vampire began to jump away, but was caught off-guard by the woman's now massive, clawed hand that yanked him back down by the neck. He struggled with all his might, throwing punches at random and hissing madly as the woman's --- no, the creature's grip tightened. However, it was no use, the creature's once elaborate face had become deformed, with a muzzle and ears like a wolf!
It snarled angrily, more hair growing everywhere, giving a loud roar to its attacker-turned-victim's hisses and screams. "Agh! Stop! Please don't kill me!"
Another roar responded to the vampire's pleading screams, the creature's mouth was huge and smelt of disgusting dog breath. The vampire felt sickened, he wanted to throw up, he had never felt such fear! This was death, his death, the one he had not expected to come for years ahead! For the first time in his long life, he prayed to the God he hoped was there.
Another roar and the beast's claws tightened around the vampire's neck, pain searing through his body, the beast must have been five times as large as he. Finally, the creature opened its mouth in a final roar.
It took one bite to clear the vampire's head.
I'm a new member here and decided to post my most recent work as my first post. It's just a little something I'll be sending to Writer's Journal in a month or two and I've posted it on fictionpress.com already. Enjoy...
TWIST OF FATE
Death is the golden key of eternity. This undeniably magnificent quote ran through the hidden vampire's mind over and over again, like a frightened hare. Yes, he thought in pure serenity, and I am the Key Bearer! I am the Harvester of Lives; the true Reaper!
His life ambition was only to prey upon innocence whenever he felt like a snack. As had his father, and his father's father before him. It was like a family---no, a species trait and way of life. Would he pray tell, fall victim to a being such as himself in years to come? Maybe, he didn't care, as long as he could live to gain his next supply of blood. Oh, that taste, he longed to puncture the skin of his next victim and suck up its life fluid, marvelous.
The bloodsucker's gloved hand moved a patch of foliage aside, to reveal before his crimson eyes his latest victim. He was happy when he saw the creature that he had been stalking since the day before; he had a slight twitch in him at the thought of sucking the blood from this rare and beautiful morsel of flesh and blood. It was a young woman.
She had sinuous legs and arms, plus hair that must have cost a fortune to get that silky. The victim, possibly in her early twenties, walked with a quiet grace about her. She seemed to be totally unscared by the lonely darkness about her, fearless seeming, how thrilling! It seemed that everything he had originally chosen her for was still there, unscathed. The vampire could not believe his luck. Nothing could ruin this night.
Not but a single road divided them, a single river of asphalt. This would be her first glimpse at the River Styx that would soon greet her when he was done. He licked his lips as he thought of draining his young victim of all her blood. A pity really, for such a creature to die so young and alluring, but that was how the game was played.
The stalking creature of the night now took in the young woman's clothes as he moved silently with her through the brush, as it was not yet time to strike. He noted that she wore a rather elegant black blouse and equally black leather skirt, along with matching alligator skin boots and purse. She had just been on a pleasant date, which the vampire had observed with humor.
The pretty young thing had been on a date with a man who had the appearance of a major jock, at a nice restaurant nearby. She had a bowl of exquisite soup plus a Caesar salad while her date gorged himself with a massive, medium-rare steak. She had not been at all impressed. So, to top her night off, the jerk wouldn't give her a ride. Though bad for her, it was perfect for her stalker.
Still moving quite stealthily through the nearby brush, he was now only a few yards from his potential victim. Just cross the street, he thought to himself, just cross the river. He grinned, as she knew not the danger she was in, and how soon her bloody end would come. Blod would soon fill the streets. and his stomach. Finally, the young woman crossed the asphalt river and came onto the concrete bank. Time to eat.
As her alligator skin boots hit the sidewalk, and the stalker could see her blue eyes and even make out the texture of her obviously soft hair, his right hand shot out from under the bushes and seized her ankle. He took her by surprise, she didn't even have time to scream, and the vampire's hand flew back into the bushes. With her ankle in tow, she fell to the ground and bashed her head against the concrete below.
He dragged the unconscious though still extremely beautuiful woman into the bushes, leaving a small trail of blood from her head wound on the sidewalk. Now he had her, like a fly in a spider's web. He crouched down just above her waist and moved a gloved hand to the nape of her neck and brought up her head, his lips meeting halfway with her throat. They brushed against her, and were given as a reply an almost drunken moan.
His thin pale lips roamed her neck, soon parting and giving way for his vile tongue, exploring her velvet flesh, looking for her external jugular vein like a hound after a fox. The loving sound (at least to the vampire) of her heart beating made him even more anxious to finish the job.Finally, he found the vein, and could feel the flow of blood with his vampiric tongue.
The hungry vampire's tongue finally withdrew and his lips curled back, showing his off-white colored teeth, offset by his two long fangs; his blood teeth. Time to dine, he thought to himself in a dark, yet comical way. He moved his teeth to where his tongue had been, just above the external jugular vein. Like so many other of his kind, he had found that it supplied the most blood with the exception of the artery, which sometimes made too big a mess for his desire.
The vampire rubbed his fangs against the young woman's skin before puncturing the skin with a slow movement into the vein. He moved slightly, bringing one hand to the side of her head and the other to the ground beside the unconscious body as he got off her and sat on the ground with his legs under him.
Sucking up the blood was like sucking in air through one's nose, this little technique gave vampires the ability to breath through their teeth, something he had used when stalking his victims so they would not hear his breathing when closing in for his snack. As the blood left the woman's veins, it gave the vampire his numerous pleasures.
First, as the blood came through the tips of his fangs, it caused a sort of exhilerating pain, which continued like the others for as long as he drank. Then the blood flowed into the main boddy of his fangs, which gave him an interesting feeling like pressing his finger against his teeth. The blood next came into a thin chamber above the roof of his mouth, which also stored the venom to turn humans into vampires. It caused the greatest feeling of all; it gave the sense of one's gums turned to warm jelly, which was a feeling no child of the night could resist. Finally, came the final stage; the taste. It came when the blood started to flow through the arteries in the back of his head, which sprouted off to other veins that worked their way through his body. As the blood came through the veins in the tongue, he tasted it, the favorite taste of every vampire: the taste of human blood.
But wait!
He didn't taste human blood; he tasted something entirely different. It was tainted somehow, like poison. What was he drinking?! Then, he felt movement; the body was twitching madly. As quick as he could, the vampire ripped his fangs free of his victims neck. "What the devil is going on?!" he cried out, as hair began to sprout all over the young woman's body.
The vampire began to jump away, but was caught off-guard by the woman's now massive, clawed hand that yanked him back down by the neck. He struggled with all his might, throwing punches at random and hissing madly as the woman's --- no, the creature's grip tightened. However, it was no use, the creature's once elaborate face had become deformed, with a muzzle and ears like a wolf!
It snarled angrily, more hair growing everywhere, giving a loud roar to its attacker-turned-victim's hisses and screams. "Agh! Stop! Please don't kill me!"
Another roar responded to the vampire's pleading screams, the creature's mouth was huge and smelt of disgusting dog breath. The vampire felt sickened, he wanted to throw up, he had never felt such fear! This was death, his death, the one he had not expected to come for years ahead! For the first time in his long life, he prayed to the God he hoped was there.
Another roar and the beast's claws tightened around the vampire's neck, pain searing through his body, the beast must have been five times as large as he. Finally, the creature opened its mouth in a final roar.
It took one bite to clear the vampire's head.