As the night falls, shadows and reflections faintly awaken. An invitation from the foot of your bed. It chills your bones without you even realizing it. You open your eyes … Continue reading As Night Falls by Crimson Quintessence
You broke my heart, you devil you. It was the only organ I had left that was mine and mine alone. If I were to pick up one of the fragmented … Continue reading The Ninth Nail by Crimson Quintessence
The pictures, memories no-one misses her more than me The profile, created in immeasurable taste hidden treasures, mine to keep. They frantically search for the missing; my barbituate haze, tangled … Continue reading End Game: A Verse-style story
Out for my every day walk not sure where I’m going today so, I wander…. And, here I am at my favourite coffee shop somewhat damp from the rain. I … Continue reading Angel in the Rain
‘Twas the nightmare before Christmas, when all through the Asylum not a patient was drooling not even the orderly ready to rile em. The insane were tranquilized all tied down … Continue reading Bloody Nightmare for Christmas
Ten fathoms down dark, damp earth’s tears trickle down the limestone it’s a quaint little hell room. I have him strung up in chains hands and feet bound mouth gagged … Continue reading The Killing Floor – A Verse Style Story
Wading out into the water enjoying the surf Pip made his way. Today would be the day. \paddling out on his surfboard he knew he was ready. Against his fathers wishes he had snuck out in the early hours before the sun had risen and gone down to the beach with his board. he’d watched surfers for years and only had four lessons but he was sixteen and determined.
Seven am, a beautiful sun had risen and there was a warm breeze. The waves had begun to swell and out he went. Over one, tow, he turned himself around. Here comes a big one. He was ready. He steadied himself. The wave picked him up and off he went. As he stood he had an odd feeling, he was steady, but suddenly there it was and it was moving in fast. The dark shadow was coming in from his right side moving like a torpedo. The fin surfaced and it was too late. it grabbed hold of the board and flipped him like a pancake. As he hit the water he felt the tear in his abdomen. It was too late. Pip was gone, never having fully rode the wave he wanted all his life. Lost in the waves forever.
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The dark of night and the streets were all but empty. While sitting quietly in my motel room on route 66 I hear the soft, gentle murmurs from the next … Continue reading OF BUTCHERS AND ANGELS: PART I – ROUTE 66
As he walked away from her with his own conjecture he felt the greatest pain in his heart that things would never be the same again. Her eyes; that look. … Continue reading Descendant of Nightmares: Part I Illfated
Another day done, it’s late, yawning like mad. Although frustrated and depressed I do my usual bedtime routine and finally put my head on my pillow for a hopeful dreamless nights rest.
I toss and turn, blankets on , blankets off, pillow under one knee then both, side – back and side again, now it’s close to three hours of this shit even though I’m tired as hell my brain decides, yet once again, it does not want to shut down. No matter how hard I try to relax and put everything out of my mind, it just seems to keep on ticking like a bloody Timex watch. I swear if the energizer bunny starts parading around my room with his big drum I will not be held responsible for beating him to pieces with my baseball bat. I sit up look at my bedroom door waiting for him to burst in, as a good pummeling on him will release a lot of anxiety and probably bring on the restful sleep I need after said deed is done.
1..2..3.. nothing,damn. No little cute fluffy Serta sheep either…..What the hell; I hear they talk, at least I could share a few lame jokes and some conversation until I got bored enough to pass out, right?
Thanks brain, you know your hyper drive sensibility would come in handy for things like coming up with excuses to get out of Jury duty, or ways to convince me that laundry, if left long enough, will move itself to someone else’s house piece by piece over time or even convince me that the dog will walk himself if I give him his own house-key and the garbage will take itself to the bin for pick-up. I heard it’s easy like that instead of keeping me up for days on end. Any hoots brain, I must be getting to you because you are starting to throb inside my skullcap.
Nice, now I have Frustration, Depression, insomnia and a headache. So I get back up again grab my wears for tomorrow to save a trip up two flights of stairs, make my side of the bed and head back down to the living-room to camp out on the couch for the remainder.
What to watch, well, my PVR is 68% full of recorded shows so I’ve got choices — Ghost Adventures Marathon it is. Brain racing like Hammy Hamster on steroids running his wheel off its pivot points, skull has now formed its own pulse, eyes blurry. What the hell, let’s write about our little insomniac adventure, in the dark, no less, the only light is what is coming from the 60″ TV screen. This should be fun. Grab a Dr. Pepper from the fridge, cause I’m a pepper to, light a smoke, off we go.
Great, now that I’ve been sitting here, bent forward writing this in my composition book,while straddling the ottoman, my positioning has now given me a sore tail-bone and pins and needles in both my legs. Is this shit really happening. Oh, and the cable box has now decided to shut down for a reboot right in the middle of a good episode of GA. Fuck sakes, get up, walk around now my ass-cheeks hurt. It’s now five in the morning. Normally I would read but I can’t when I have a headache, won’t let me concentrate. I’m not even sure how I’m writing all this right now. Guzzle some Dr. Pepper and let out a womanly man-belch, stretch arms up over head and hear, Snap-Crakcle and Pop, who invited those little creatures in here at this hour? It’s far to early for breakfast cereal. The dog has taken up the corner of the sectional and is on his back with all fours in the air showing of his tiny man-basket, sound asleep. How polite of him to go commando this evening.
At some point the Sandman is going to show up, the little prick, he can’t avoid me forever. He’s obviously changed his route, again. I so loath it when he does that without advance notice. Hopefully he will get here soon or I may be forced to entertain myself and wear a couch cushion as a cowboy hat and pretend the ottoman is a bucking bronco and ride it round the living-room, although my neighbours may think someone is being murdered over here due to the noise it would generate.
You know at this point I’m way over tired and nothing makes sense.
Rosie the prostitute just rode up on her tricycle and asked if I wanted a date. I’m thinking, you know she’ll look pretty good all bent out of shape with that tricycle as a bow around her mangled torso. Oh, my bad, it was just the cat knocking something over in the kitchen and watching roll across the floor towards me and annoying the shit out of me.
Clearly, you can now see that a form of fatigued delirium is nesting into my grey matter which means, aw yes, here he is, only six hours late, the Sandman is presently trying to climb in through the living-room window. I should have left some of my snap – crackle and pop underneath the sill for him to step on for shits and giggles but at this point I’m done, no more gas in the tank.
Time to let the dream-scape come and take me away.
He ripped me off, little fuck. The Sandman left icing sugar instead of sleep dust and now my eyes are caked, itchy and as itchy as the Tasmanian Devil whirling wildly through a massive cluster of multiple biting mosquitos . Well that is just freaking great!
Seven am Wednesday morning, it is Wednesday, right?
I try the Nature Sounds channel, peaceful sounds to lull me off to slumber…. no dice. Hubby is up for work, the dog just woke up and gang-tackled me to be let out for his morning office meeting and the kid is up, music pounding, as she gets ready for school. Can teenagers not get ready for school without a plethora of bass pounding into their ear-holes loud enough for the neighbours in the next town to hear. Hmm, plethora, there is a word and a half, at some point I will google it to see what it actually means, right now it just sounds good. PPPLLLEETH-oooorrraaaa…
Where was I?
Sorry, are you still here with me?
Yeah, that happens in my current state. It’s kind of like giving a kids a toy to play with and then waving a chocolate cupcake in front of their eyes. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MINE!!!
Looks around the room, sighs, sees cellphone sitting on the arm of the couch.
Fuck it, grabs phone to check out what’s doing……
*ding goes chat notification*
“Good Morning, very little sleep over here!!!”
“It’s morning but not good . haven’t slept at all since day before yesterday”
And the conversation with my saving grace, my sister from another mother. We chitty chat chatted til 9:32 am. She worked her magic and pulled me out of my funk and made me “smile” lots, and not just smile, ear to ear grins and some laughter and a few snorts. I won’t name her, but she knows who she is. Right there, when I needed someone the most to yank my ass out of the darkness, she knew and she was there. There never has been quite a soul like her ever in my life. I adore her completely. She is the Real Deal.
Although it is 1:26 in the afternoon and I still have not had any sleep what-so-ever, I feel completely energetic just from that one conversation and started my day off with a positive outlook. I still do not feel tired and as I type this I say Thank You from the bottom of my heart for the one Guardian Angel, who stepped from shadows into my withering light and gave me hope. This I shall never ever forget.
Lately, you are there when I am Depressed
or when I am Frustrated
you are there when I am ready to give it all up
to make my clock stop
or when I am Tormented
you are there when I need Balance
you are always so fair
when I need you
you just know
you just show up
out of the blue
that is why
I forever thank you!!
My friend, My sister at arms.
I will be showing you
my skillful use of underhanded tactics
the most odious act
you’ve ever been witness to.
We will get to the unpleasantries soon
I assure you.
It will be quite unpardonable
once sustained by you.
Perhaps I shall take a longer
and less direct path than most.
Let’s ride the roundabout shall we.
The park is dark at night
and won’t be open for months yet.
Are you fearful of rides?
you need not be of this one.
It can be utterly distressing
perhaps a bit traumatic
but the sheer sudden feeling
of excitement and pleasure
will leave us
in a complete emotional state.
may be an especially
vague or irrational one.
Showing emotion or sensitivity
is not one of my robust traditions.
Pardon the barbs
they tend to impale
I mean keep you in place better
leaving you freely
and less likely
to have you fly off the ride
once the speed picks up.
I can tell you
from taken many rides myself before
the sharp increase in the magnitude
of the thrill will be multiplied by ten.
Here we go
as we start to whirl around quickly.
It will be a brief trip
but the most hair-raising
you’ve ever become acquainted with.
You did say
you were the bravest of the brave
you are the Captain of the football team.
You won’t ever let some little tart
ever get the best of you.
You are the king
among all women at school right.
They all desire to be yours
is that not what you tell all your teammates?
Even if you have to take them by force
They won’t fight you off
you are far to strong
They won’t communicate the events of their
carnal abuse to anyone
as no one would be in the opinion
that they were speaking of the truth.
you’re trying to struggle
don’t do that
the barbs will rip you to pieces.
Sorry for what?
you silly boy
Oh, I see
you have a rather large gash in your torso
it was pulled apart rather forcefully
Now you know
what those poor innocent girls felt
when you so maliciously
thrust yourself inside them.
Look at that blood flow out
in a delicious rapid plentiful stream.
I am almost lustful with delight.
your skin is quite flimsy
for such a brawny lad.
I would have expected more fight
What’s that you say?
“Please, stop this!”
I can not
you came here
expecting to overtake me
have your way with me
I’m sorry you felt me a target
but you see
I’ve planned this
a very lengthy month
what’s that you say?
We’re not alone?
this night does need an audience
don’t you think?
all these beautiful girls
have become thread-bare and frayed
due to your actions.
I felt it only fair
they observe your demise.
has been lacerated
shall we give a moment of silence?
they’re just not feeling
any deep distress for you.
they are rather bleak
unable to care
You ruined them
you will pay
with your life.
Before your last heartbeat
I will remove your destructive rod of deceit.
With that the blade came down
She held it in the air
The ride stopped.
Devious was Departed.
Halloween night, Calvin is padding around in his quarters. restless with a sinister look on his face and mad thought running through his mind.
“I need to get out of here, why do they insist on keeping me in this confine ?”
He lays down back on his bed , both arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling, watching flickers of dust dance around the room. Suddenly, he jumps up.
“That’s it, I’m going out”
Had he known what was to come, he would have chosen to throw a film into the DVD player and roughed it out in the quiet confine of his cozy quarters.
“Winifred fetch my keys would you?”
“That’s odd, she always answers in a jiffy when called upon”
Hearing no response he trots down the staircase. “There’s no lights on, where is everyone?” Assuming they managed to be invited out for the evening he grabs his keys and steps out into the car park. “Only one vehicle left for me to drive, I guess it’s going to be the Volvo.”
The roads are dark, foggy and winding not quite what I planned for but what the hell, something is waiting for me this night I know it, waiting for me in the darkness. These hillsides are steep but I have driven them a thousand times at night before. The fog however is a new twist, it is thick and leaving a heavy mist on the windshield, he says to himself.
On the way he picks up his girlfriend, Janelle, and they’re headed off to a party about 20 miles away. She’s looking rather hot tonight, dressed like Elvira, mistress of the Dark. Her ample bosom is busting forth like it has been inside a confine for far to long. “She must have squeezed those things in there with duct tape and twine. That outfit is glued to her like it’s her own skin. Not really much to my forte but I know my ego will be fed in large sums when the rest of the men at the party are looking at her like a piece of steak, while I know she’s coming home with me.”
The Party was the usual, a bunch of socialites getting drunk and the women insulting each other and the men trying to prove who’s top dog. After 4 hours Calvin had just about enough and decided that he and Janelle should make their exit.
As they drove down the road there was a massive amount of tension for some reason. Suddenly a flash of a dark figure appears on the middle of the road and there is a loud screeching of the tires and he loses control of the car, there’s a massive crash through a brick wall , down head over teakettle, Janelle is thrown from the car and Calvin’s face smashes through the windshield. Then darkness…
Janelle is awake in hospital battered and bruised but Calvin has suffered massive facial injuries that will need total facial reconstruction and he is now in a coma.
Several weeks later, Calvin finally opens his eyes. The facial reconstruction now done and healing has begun to set in. When the Doctor is called in to check on him they discover that Calvin has lost his memory and he is terrified. Janelle is right there by his side being completely supportive and trying to help him with his memories.
After many weeks of recovery and painful therapy he is getting close to coming home. They both lay in his hospital bed looking at old photos and trying to rekindle romantic feelings of a vacation they took to the Cayman Islands. They make love and memories of crashing waves come over him like a vivid nightmare. He thinks things may come back to him in time. He is now optimistic and strong enough to check out of the hospital.
The next morning they leave the hospital and head home to the countryside. Upon arrival nothing looks familiar and Calvin is eerily frightened. As he’s walking through the house with Janelle the phone rings and she stops to answer it. It’s a friend checking up on your arrival home she says. “Go ahead and take a look around and see if anything jogs your memory, I’ll be right with you.” As he continues to walk through the house things are quiet, he comes to a room with a full length mirror. Flashbacks engulf him into confusion, he panics and smashes the mirror to bits with his walking cane. Janelle flies into the room and comforts him. Together they decide to travel to the accident site.
“You know the greatest thing about amnesia?” What’s that Janelle says. “After 9 years I get to fall in love with you all over again.” She smiles and they embrace for what seems like forever.
Some hours later Calvin is rifling through the drawers in his office and comes across some suspicious photos of Janelle with another man. He quickly hides them back in his drawer without a word to Janelle. He sits there utterly confused for the longest time trying to put it out of his mind but out of the corner of his eye the dark figure appears and says you must remember and disappears as quickly as it appeared. Now he thinks he’s lost his mind. He heads down stairs to Janelle who is in the kitchen preparing dinner and informs him that their best friends are coming round to welcome him home and help him with his memory.
While they all say their hello Calvin can’t help but wonder about the pictures he’d found in his desk drawer but still says nothing to any of the others about them. Carl insists that Calvin needs to get back to work and find some normal function in his life, “Beside my man, things around the office just haven’t been the same with you gone you know.”
After supper the men go off into the other room and let the women do the tidying up. Carl tells Calvin that he and Janelle had a massive fight the night of the party and they were talking about splitting up. Just before the conversation got any further Carl’s wife enter’s the room and says she wants to steal keeper for a minute. Sure Carl says, I’ll catch up with Janelle and you two can have a chat. They step outside and head for a walk on the beach. Carol asks Calvin if he remembers the Hilltop Inn and a man named Jack Winston who drove a red Carmen Gia and does he remember seeing Janelle with Jack. Calvin stops dead in his tracks, “what do you mean Carol?” Calvin, she says, are you sure that accident was just an accident. Did Janelle fall out of the car or did she jump? Now Calvin is completely confused.
The next day he takes a quiet trip to the Hilltop Inn to ask about this Jack person. He meets Manuel at the front desk who recognizes the man in the picture Calvin shows to him and after some coaxing with many bills, Manuel says yes to knowing the man in the picture as one Jack Winston, who frequents the Inn. After thanking Manuel, Keeper turns to leave and Manuel says Calvin say hello to your beautiful girlfriend for me. More puzzled then before he walks away and drives back home.
After taking a day off from the office Calvin realizes he’s come across another clue which takes him to a flower shop where he apparently spent $9000.00 to the owner who turns out to be a Private Investigator who he hired prior to the accident to follow Janelle and take pictures of her with this Jack Winston. Making his concerns about the affair and the accident intensify. He heads over to visit The PI , who recommends he just go home and renew his relationship with Janelle because things are good right now. But after looking at the pictures Calvin starts experiencing horrible flashbacks that are creating more and more doubt and confusion in his mind.
On his way home he stops at Carol’s, where Carol tells him that Janelle is sick and needs a shrink, not him. She tells him that this Jack is still around and that Janelle hasn’t told the truth a day in her life, especially since the accident. Then she puts the moves on Calvin and tells him they were lovers before the accident and wants to make love like old times. That they were planning to be together. After he tells Carol that he has no memory of that ever happening Carol freaks and throws him out.
The next day Calvin goes into work and asks Carl to buy him out so he can take some much-needed time off. Carl agrees. As he’s packing up the PI shows up and tells him there is no way he could have received the facial injuries he had if he was driving the car and believes that Jack and Janelle arranged it. He has also discovered that someone sent a fax from Calvin office 5 hours after the accident and that Janelle had discharged herself 2 1/2 hours after she was admitted to hospital. The PI said don’t you see they tried to kill you, what makes you think they won’t try again. After Hearing this Keeper freaked out and trashed his office.
When he got home he pretended to take a nap and over hears the housekeeper tell Janelle that she received a call from Jack. Janelle almost faints and leaves the house in a hurry. Rather than take his own car, Calvin borrows the house Calvin’s car and tails Janelle to the Country club near the boat docks and sees Janelle get on old fishing boat. He follows her down beside the docks and sees her running away crying so he climbs down to where she came from, an old tool hut falling apart, full of water leading to an underground shelter. When he opens the door he can smell something horrible; death. All he could make out was rats and an old barrel. He left even more confused as before.
The next day Calvin made a visit to the PI and finds out that his company owns all that property he was at the day before.
Carol shows up at Calvin’s and tells him that Jack has contacted Janelle trying to meet up with her and leaves just as quickly as she arrived leaving him standing there stunned. By now Calvin has had enough he goes over to the PI’s and the wild goose chase begins to find Jack. The PI intercepts a phone call that Jack is meeting Janelle at the Hillside Inn. They quickly driver over and stake out the Inn trying to get a glimpse of Jack. After 20 minutes a red Fiat pulls up to the front doors of the Inn and out gets Jack, the PI starts snapping pictures and suddenly as he arrives, Jack jumps back into the car and peels out of the Inns parking lot. The two follow him to a dirt road leading into the woods. Jack fires two shots and takes off. The chase is on right up until Keeper and the PI crash into a tree. With their car now no longer driveable they make their long trek out of the woods. On the way out Calvin decides he’s going to talk to Janelle and find out what went wrong with them.
After finally making it home, Calvin has a long hot shower and made a hot cup of tea. Just as he was trying to relax Jack’s Fiat pulled up and he enters the house and goes up to the bedroom. Calvin grabbed a gun from his drawer and snuck up behind Jack. “Freeze, don’t you move” Jack pulls of his hood and a wig to reveal , oh my god, Janelle? “What the hell are you doing?” “Calvin wait, it’s not what you think. I’ve been covering for you to protect you sweet heart, from your own memory. Don’t you see someone’s been trying to play a rotten game with us?” she sighs ” Thank god you are destroying that boat property tomorrow, after that we should be fine.” Calvin suddenly becomes dizzy and drops to the floor, unconscious. Horrible nightmares…….
As he comes to, the phone rings, it’s Carol ” You have to come over here right now” the phone goes dead. With his panicked renewed he calls the PI and bolts over to Carol’s. When he gets there the lights are all out and the door is open as are all the windows in the living room. Hesitant to enter he enters cautiously and finds Carol on the living room floor in a pool of blood, dead. In walks the dark figure brandishing a gun, he forces Calvin to sit down and lights a cigarette. “You and I mate; we’re going for a drive down to your boat property.
When they arrive the dark figure forces Calvin out of the car and down to the damp storage room and over to an old oil drum. He forces Calvin to remove the lid. Inside they find the body of a man but when he is forced to lift it he sees his own face on the dead man, drops it and tumbles backward to the ground. After being smacked to by the dark man he tries to remember….
The dark man yells at him “You Must remember who you are!”
Janelle! Oh god, she was in a horrible fight with him the night of the party. He had her tied up down here. “I followed them, she got loose and clubbed him over and over, there was blood everywhere. She had planed to blame it on me, have me take the fall. When she came out of that room she knew that I saw what she’d done. We fought in the car on the way back and it went off the road. She was driving she jumped out of the car before it crashed through the cement barrier and went down the embankment.”
The dark figure stepped over Keeper, “what else did she do Calvin?”
“She, “Oh god , what has she done?!” “My face, it’s his face!, Who the hell am I?!”
The tall figure stood before Calvin’s feet. “Had I not been around to follow you and clean up some of the messes dear brother, you would be a wanted man by the authorities by now. But I am your night creeper, I hide in the darkness mate and know how to stalk. I helped you become Calvin; Jack do you see now?, who you are?”
Jack! I’m Jack.
“You know me as the Silent one, they call me Shadow”
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Yeah, out with the girls for our usual girls night.
You know how it is , drinking, acting silly, checking out the eye candy for the evening and giggling up a storm. We decide it is way to hot inside the club and head outside for a smoke and we happen to take notice of our sister Carmen was glaring at something across the street in the pitch dark. She got this expression on her face that is really actually quite difficult to describe. ( You know how Cujo looked at the woman right before he sprang at her?) She is almost Awestruck, dazed and confused. I’m looking down the alleyway to see just what it is she so mesmerized with. All I am able to make out is a tall shadow… hmm has the Slenderman finally come for us?
OMG!! I reel backwards tripping over my own heels and land flat on my ass. Rachelle reaches for me and yells “I’m getting us the fuck outta here!” Carmen reaches out and grabs Rachelle’s arm stopping our fleeing moment dead in its tracks, NO WAIT!!, what the fuck is deal with you chicks?! I want to know who the fuck that is, she says. I noticed him a short while ago, he’s been lurking and I am kinda wanting to get closer cause I think he’s wearing a mask and its got this glistening to it that I want to touch it. By the time she wheels us around he’s gone.
Well that’s just great! she yells. Might I point out to you, my sisters, that not everything is about you every time we go out! Hey listen sister mine, We’re up for fun and adventure just as much as the next girl but fuck, what the hell? Every time we are out with you, you managed to get us into something that either has us posting bail or flashing our boobs at some officer just so we can get back home in one piece without having to pay enormous amounts in fines!!!
Lest we remind you what happened in August Miss ooh officer I swear I only had one. Yeah that’s right when you took us from being drunk in a bar to being drunk in public and decided you would take us for a joyride in the cop car. Rachelle and I want to go frigging shoe shopping tomorrow. I need a new pair of boots. Do you have any idea what a good pair costs these days?! Damn! Just as we turn back.. BAM!!! There he is.
Holy Fuck! We scream at the same time. Carmen is just standing there looking at us like “what?” Oh dear god, he’s a tall mean looking Mo-Fo, but hey at least he dresses well I thought for a sec. Oh my god; his face!, What is that? It was glistening all right, Perhaps even dripping. It looked like someone had peeled back layers and just left it like that. Rachelle grabs Carmen’s arm and tugs, Carmen rips her arm away and steps toward the bloody-faced tall dark stranger. I grab Rachelle and Tracy and pull them away out of his arms reach. Carmen!, I scream, He’s holding an ax, get the hell back!! No, no she says, it’s okay, I ….. I just want to touch it. She reaches out towards his face. He raises his bloodied arm in the air and is ready to swing full-bore down at her………..
The last thing I remember hearing is “YOU’RE ALL GOING TO DIE TONIGHT “
To understand this piece and my writing diversity, please read PHANTASMA as the prelude.
The Rogue has been let out to roam the wastelands searching for the souls of the damned, the unpleasant and the devious rancid cunts who would unleash their own horrors on the living beautiful souls of our time.
Dare to trod here, oh I invite you in but don’t you even think a moment that you will leave here alive.
Mephistopheles has released me , the Rogue, from his Playground of hell and as I am Famished I Shall feast upon thy retched souls of the four-flushers of the existent plague of nauseating interlopers to the darkness which is my repository of equanimity.
As I roam in the gloaming I oscillate from an imaginary central line of travel to a region that presents a vexatious fetor. I am a degree of horridness and to the odium of the living I care not. I advance through shadows and rove the night in search of my quarry.
Off in the breadth of wood lot I can discern the footfalls of one such quiddity. They sound as though they are overwrought with trepidation. I salivate in this moment and take in the air around me, feeling it bolster my yearning for the brawn I sustain from that of human flesh.
But this night it is not this particular immortal creature that I covet. This is one who trails after the being on the sprint through my terra firma, oh she thinks she is slick, believes she can outmaneuver all who traverse his beaten path. Ha, she’s not ever met the likes of a predator such as I.
I move stealth in the night’s darkness and refashion my semblance to suite my environs fittingly. This immortal would be misguided to believe otherwise.
I am headed north with the slightest breeze dusting across my skin.
The aroma of this immortal female, reaper of the light that dwells within; her prey has been left reeling backwards, the fear flows straight into my nasal cavity and fills me with an illicit craving that will not be able to restrain.
Oh don’t you think me a timid entity for I am not.
I am iniquity and turpitude.
I am unsightly and reprehensible.
I am the Fiend who stalks you in the night and lacerates your vital organs from their sheathed coverings and I shall devour them with my razor-sharp jaws of death.
I know my duties and I am yet so very different from the rest.
I search for the decay of inhumanity, those who would be looked upon in disgust on this earth.
I sit high crouched upon a thick branch of a hundred year old willow tree, concealed in darkness. I know what I shall do to her as I have not fed in weeks and I possess a need that cannot be reformed.
Her arrogance has led her straight in to into my domain and now she must pay.
My eyes blacken, pure hatred scorches my insides .
Detestation rises within my core and I writhe in vexation.
I’m not certain how long I can contain my inner revulsion;
I so detest this one.
I long for release.
This one will pay most of all.
She’s lost site of the prey she hunts and I am tracking her movements. She’s become discombobulated in the pinewood and has lost all direction. Now, there she stands under my perched local.
I vault from my setting landing directly in her pathway. She leaps back and topples to the earth beneath her landing on her back. I assume a crouching position and loom over her as a colossus fiend with gaping jaws of steel and terror. She squeals like a swine impaled in a barbed wire fence.
This only fortifies my feverish desideratum for the kill. I move in close breathing her perspiring flesh; feeling her fear. She is light-skinned and has blackened hair that sits as a soaked mop atop her head. Her broad shoulders rather manly in stature are no match to my beastly form. She tries to move but I pin her shoulders down to the earth and bare my oral blades of fierce flesh piercing steel. She squeezes her ocular orbs tight as not to see me.
I make an aggressive growl with bared teeth and drip my mouth secretions on her lips. She grimaces and turns her head allowing me to make a quick morsel out of her ear. It goes down my gullet with ease. I roll my neck in elation. She is screaming and it is singing to my inner core.
I dig my unguis into his shoulder flesh and wrench it from him with attached muscle and veins. As I lick it from my palm it feels warm and tastes of red wine vinegar. I crave more as I run my digits down her rancid chest and stop at her abdomen. She quivers in fear and I arch my back to the night sky baring all my hand spurs and bring them down with force thrusting into her flesh and ripping her open like a side of beef, her intestines spilling to the earth as mound of plated pasta housing the thickest red sauce one has ever laid eyes on.
Her screaming ceases but she still lives, I drink her blood straight from the gaping hole I’ve just made, bathing my entire face in it. It is warm and sticky and sickly good. Her moans are like an internal volcanic eruption of euphoria to my very core. As my final finishing affliction I seize both the superior and nether wedges of fowe lie-spuing jaw and tear her countenance from its station revealing the encephalon salient to my dark orbs.
I lift it to my ingress, lick it with carnality and then devour it’s entirety.
This one is finished, this rancid cunt who thought she could walk these grounds and lay claim to them.
I am called home to Mephistopheles Playground to lay hold until I am unleashed once more into the night.
Fear not mere mortals. I shall requite amongst the living once or thrice more should any more come to this place and try to stake a claim here.
Black is the night though death will become her. Crawling through darkness, finding a way to get to her feet through the aid of a nearby tree, she stammered with legs of fragility to try to make passage out of the woods back to the light of the pathway, seeking help from any passers-by. She scrambled heavily down the near-by embankment. The rain came down heavily causing dried hills to become pool of thick mud and swelling drifts………
This is the journey of what would become of her splendid beauty.
Isabel Cassy was a striking brunette and stood all of 5 foot 6 inches tall. She was shy upon first meeting her but over time her playfulness and splendor shone like rays of the sun.
Capricious daughter of quasi plagued merciless descendants, she was dainty in her illustrious days. Of late her gleam became hindrance; she loathed who they had made her. Her inner being had become worn and sheltered away from wanting to feel any type of emotion human kind could experience. She chose the darkness of night over warm rays of sunlight and wandered alone through the shadows of the moon.
On this particular rain filled night she felt a need for some passionless fornication. To cut free from the ties that bound her and made her feel so unwanted and unloved.
She met him in an enraptured metrical back-beat tavern. He was an erotic darkness that beckoned her yearning. She’d been asphyxiating in a passionless union for longer than she’d care to recall, he was all to enticing for her to pass up. She’d ordered several drinks and was feeling pretty good.
Jonathon Wadham was 6 foot tall with jet black hair and an incredibly muscular build. He came from the poor squalor side of the village and barely made eye contact with any other who dwelled within.
No utterance amidst them only an epitome of elegance from her sheer exquisiteness and an intrigue of his handsomeness created a seductive enchantment that she could not turn away from.
He approached her with a dead hunger in his eyes she could not turn away from. She did not move, only gave back the same dead hungered stare to him. He took her hand and spoke not a word, pulled her close, one hand around her waist, the other on her left side of her neck with his thumb on her jaw line. It was the longest stare in examination of the eyes anyone had ever known.
What either was searching for must have been clear as before she knew it they were in the darkest corner of this establishment exploring each others touch, running thirsted lips across each facial and neck contour. For a man so strong he lightly licked and bit her collar-bone, running his tongue up her neck to her earlobe. She quivered with delight and took her right hand and ran it down his chest, across his naval and down his inner thigh and slowly back up again stopping for only a moment at his now swollen throbbing heated love missile. She seductively traced the outline of it with her index finger rounded the tip and down the other side, back up again and back across his naval. She lightly tugged down the collar of his shirt and ran her tongue across his collar-bone, up the side his neck where she stopped to suck, first lightly then a little harder. He let out a moan and ran his hand down her firm buttox cheek and squeezed pulling her into his stiffness. With his other hand he lifted her leg and pressed himself against her and kissed her deeply using his tongue as a lasso pulling her in deeper and deeper. She lifted her leg higher and pressed herself back into him feeling his swelling and his heat. She wanted him inside her. He ran his hand up under her skirt and slipped a digit inside her wet passage and she let out a moan of her own and pushed herself into him so that his digit went deeper inside her. The kissed even deeper, stronger. Their breathing became labored and intense. She glided her hand across his naval and took hold of his heat seeking venomous throbbing python of love squeezed a little and stroked it running her fingers around the top and straight down to the underside providing a light massage to his testicles, then back up again. The kissing became more heated and light biting ensued with wild tongues. She unzipped his pants and released his flesh tower from its garment confine as he spun her round and pushed her up against the wall. Using his own hand he held himself and teased her wet quim with it. Rubbing and pressing adding a digit here and there. Before she could take a breath in he thrust himself inside her with burning fiery passion and each thrust took him deeper and deeper inside. He lifted her up so that both her legs were around him and he pressed her up against the wall and thrust himself deeper and harder.
She dug her nails into his back and bit into his chest sucking hard as she pulled back. She thrust her hips wildly and used his shoulders for leverage. Together the rhythm was synonymous until both reached climax and pushed and pulsed so tight it was almost impossible to breathe. In those moments she lost herself, forgot who she was and she loved l it.
In the moments after the kissing was heavy, even while the tucked themselves back to their prospective proper dress and tried to straighten out the wrinkles and fix out-of-place hair, never once letting go of each other. He raised both her hands up over her head against the wall and pressed into her again kissing her deeply. The only words spoken by him were done so now, shall we go outside for a walk and cool off?
As they departed the tavern she knew not what would become her eventual end. They walked a while, then he stopped and turned to face her. Before she became aware of her surroundings his hand was on her throat. She struggled for a breath but it was futile. His grip constricted her every chance of any air making it to her lungs. Then she felt the wintry steel blade pierce her rib-cage several times and then come across her neck slicing deep. Immediately she gasped for air. The enormity of the cavernous openings the blade left spilled out a blanket of her life’s vital fluid on to the muddied soil. The Monster had struck. She was dying.
He’d gone, left her there for dead sure she would bleed out quickly. She struggle to get up to her feet after being thrown to the ground like a rag-doll. As she pulled every ounce of life and strength left in her she clambered upon an old railroad bed, long abandoned, broken and rusted. As she tried to continue on, she stumbled to her knees. Behind her the winds shrieked as they licked her now torn and battered torso. Every now and again she thought she heard heavy footsteps behind her but when she turned and looked there was nothing to be seen, it was the wind’s mockery messing with her mind. She managed to crawl to a nearby opening in the thickened wet brush and saw the pathway before her.
One hand touched the wet pavement and she collapsed completely. The last blood spilled from her body, the last breath taken. Her last thought was at least they will find my body, thank god it’s all over.
Death became her that night.
by Gillian A. Gibson
Protected By the Crimson Vaults since 2014
Carmen was a woman of worth. She loved to the point her heart bled. Gave to the point of exhaustion. Her splendor and beauty was not enough for some but she came to accept it. She would not compromise who she was. Her soul was beauty with a light that shone bright as the stars.
She had lived a rough life and had just come to accept she was stuck in a quandary that would never change. Pain had become part of her every day life. A wall of stone had built up over time which surrounded her. It was safe inside here, no-one in and no-one out. It was a perfect hiding place. The perfect fortress of solitude. Inside here none could see what ripped her apart. She did not have to share, think or feel.
One night when she was feeling lost and alone a stranger who had been silently watching strode up beside while she sat on her favorite park bench staring at the nights sky.
May I sit, he said in the softest of voices. Intrigued by the kindness and the pure alluring voice she allowed it. Her curiosity was peaking inside her. Why would such a stranger show any interest in her? What did he want from her? After all, they all want something, they always do. First the appearance of GIVE; feed the soul what you think it wants, lure it in and dance around inside it, lick it, nurture it, make it feel joyous and fed. Caress it and hold it close, as long as it does not speak anything but encouragement and love or have an opinion of its own.
Butterfly kisses and Floating Hearts. Lost in a dream.
Then, when the thought of contentment is in its existence comes the TAKE. Pull everything you gave it away. Ripped from the wave of time. Gone in the night. Nothing left but a whisper anything was ever there at all. Vanished. The only thing that remains is a slight breeze brushing past her long dress.
Remains of the days passed.
Tonight she decided to take a stroll, one she hadn’t been on in some time. She’d not allowed herself to do so. She’d given everything she could, she’d burst forth from her own chest and thrown forth every bit of essence she had to give. But alas, it was not enough. Rather than wallow she set forth on a journey. Taking in the night’s air once again. Learning how to breathe again. It felt wonderful. She met new friends along the way. Conversational topics that moved and tickled her. She found beauty in it. Found delicious mind nuggets that fed and replenished her soul. She found open hearts and open minds to soothe her battered soul. They fed her well, gave her strength and told her there was always a place for her, that she will always be needed and loved. She bathed in this out-pouring of love. It was real, it was genuine, it was offered right there in front of her to take in and replenish herself. Men and Women offering her comfort, compliments and love. Feeding her soul. Reminding her of her beauty, her sensuality, her honesty and devotion was now craved by others and this made her feel alive. Some telling her how much she is wanted, desired and needed gave her an electrifying boost. How much they could offer her if she only let them. She would never be alone again. Never left to feel insecure or unwanted. Her sheer beauty and openness and honesty was loved, adored and wanted. Her body a temple. Her mind a whirlwind of adventure and hope.
She slowly started to realize she was being held perpetually in one place, suffocating and alone. Trapped in the abyss. It was not good for her. For lack of better description she needed to spread her wings and fly. Visit lands of unknown origin. Test waters of different times. She reached deep down within her own essence and found purpose. There are journeys yet to be had and lands yet to be discovered. Never hold yourself in once place when you are not appreciated. Never hold yourself back. There is tons of love and devotion out there. Feel it touch your skin. Let it into your heart. There are many lessons in life and you will always be in a continuous state of learning. Take notes for they are of the up-most importance. Know your worth. Know your limitations and expectations and adjust and adapt When one door closes another will open. Never be afraid to walk through that open door. You will never know what lies inside until you step over the threshold.
This incredible vampire scratching at my window begging me to invite it in. But I know if I do doom awaits me.
How am I going to survive this?
I can’t tell. It’s a secret. He’s my secret.
He is the forbidden one. Something I am not supposed to have, not supposed to want.
He entices me, lures me in, keeps me close and then backs off and pushes me away.
I’m hypnotised by his candor. His soft-spoken words. His beautiful eyes.
I’m picturing his lips running up my neck from my collar-bone. His hands on my hips drawing me closer and closer to his body.
Do I run to the kitchen and grab the garlic or do I give in to his polite voice and beautiful face and let him take me. For if I do my fate will be sealed. Life eternal but a night feeder I will be. Lost will be the daylight and the warmth of the sun. New will be the darkness and the fresh scent of blood. I will live for him and no one else. I will be his and he will be mine.
The very thought alone guides me closer and closer to my final decision.
Yes!!! I will invite him inside. I will give in. I’m accidentally in love and I want out of this life. This human life. I will let him take me.
I will never know what it is to grow old but I can accept that for him I will have to accept that.
His beautiful face lets me know it will be alright.
Take me now my darling. Take away from this human hell. I no longer wish to be part of them.
I want to be part of your beautiful soul.
I don’t want my love to go to waste.
Take me to my new life.
Take me with you.
He prepared my body for what was to come.
I was so incredibly relaxed, lost in his eyes.
His strong arms, one around my waist, one behind the base of my skull.
As he leaned in I could feel his cold breath on my skin.
I gave myself to him completely.
As he lay me back on the bed.
His hand running across both breasts so delicately, down the middle between them and across my navel, over my hip to my inner thigh.
So tender, he removed my gown and my panties caressing me with his hands the entire time. Kissing me tenderly on every inch of my body. My back arch ready to accept what was to come.
After what seemed like an eternity he was inside me. To try to explain to you what I felt at that moment would be like having two worlds collide at full tilt. I didn’t want it to stop.
The movements were slow and deep yet heavy but not hard , well at least not hard to point it hurt me in any way.
And there it was; the last moment. God did I feel that!!! Everything went off at once.
As he sank his teeth into my neck a rush of red flashed past my eyes and became all I saw until the darkness came. But he wasn’t done yet.
He travelled his mouth all the way down to my inner thigh bared his fangs and they burst through my skin like a human would bite into a soft peach.
I felt my blood drain as he sucked hard.
Everything went black…….
And then it was over.
Now came the change……..
The change was agony, horrific, most painful. I don’t remember much. but I do remember the a pain.
When my transition was complete I felt tranquil yet I craved blood. Oh my first feed. I thirst like I have never thirsted before.
I was beautiful, like a goddess only a dark one.
But I needed to feed.
Oh the thirst, it was causing such pain inside me. Like an internal fire burning me from the inside out. I had to find someone to feed from and fast………
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